Take the honorable route.

Malc shakes his head. Maybe he'd hit it harder than he though; why was he even considering having his way with a defenseless woman, non-human or otherwise!?

As he recovered from his fall, he drilled her with questions about her origin, her skills, her strengths and weaknesses. She was created by a horny old rich man, he found out, who had contracted a mage unaffiliated with the collective to create her. She had been made to do so many depraved things to and with the old coot, that even though she was crafted for the purpose, she had grown bored, and even disgusted, by it. He thought he was hearing things, but Malc swore she lamented him not using his accidental power to have his way with her. Something about wanting someone younger and less depraved.

Once he was well enough, the two made their way out after some trial and error, and back to the collective, who took custody of the entity. Malc was duly rewarded for his diligence.