<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></div><br/><strong>Content: M/F</strong><br/><br/>Watching her obediently remove her things, his eyes not leaving her for a moment, he rose and unbuckled his own heavy belt. Figures passed them by but none too close; voices from nearby bars and brothels continued to drone in the dark beyond the splashing of the fountain. Arouj laid his things over Mary's, even his precious spice bag. The last item removed was his worn pistol, pulled from somewhere beneath his tunic and set on the fountain's edge.<br/><br/>With a lithe grace not usually associated with a man of his stature he moved behind Mary, turning her towards the tumbling water, her feet touching their belongings on the ground. He pressed against her as his hands slid around her body. Fingers ran underneath her shirt and over her belly. One of the buttons on the front of her breeches popped off as he jerked it carelessly aside to make room for his palm to move between cloth and skin to reach the soft swell of her mons. All the while his mouth covered the curve of her neck, enjoying the throbbing pulse under his tongue.<br/><br/>His legs straddled hers, firmly planted, as he began to move his hips against her rear in short, teasing thrusts. “Is this how you thought it would be, little rabbit?” he whispered again in her ear, voice still cold in contrast to the obvious angry heat of his crotch pressed to her ass. One hand moved up and stroked the base of her throat while the other inched downward to finger her curls and pop two more buttons from her breeches.