<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, open<br/></div><br/><br/><br/>Taking a couple of short steps towards the fountain, Arouj picked up his pistol and slid it back into his tunic before scooping up a handful of water and rinsing his sticky, flagging cock. That and a quick piss off to the side of the broken tiles made him feel that all was finally right with the world. Sated, refreshed, and with a smear of woman's blood on his lips for luck. He gazed at Mary with a genuine smile, only to see her accusatory expression. Watching her sputter and hiss over the notch in her ear made him snort with amusement.<br/><br/>“You fret like a female, boy,” he said loudly. “Have your balls not dropped yet?”<br/><br/>Titters echoed here and there around the buildings of the town and whatever audience they'd gained was quickly lost to other entertainments. The Maghrebian tucked his shaft back into his loose trousers, laced up, pulled on his belt and packs. Mary faced him, fully clothed and armed once more, with a grim look that was somehow irritating. Such a willful little rabbit. It would take time to fuck the arrogance out of her but it would certainly be time well spent.<br/><br/><em>"And now? We go to the ship? Or my boat, first, collect the usable stores, sell her if we can?”</em><br/><br/>“To<em>my</em>boat,” he grinned, needling her with the words, “that we may take all we can and leave naught behind. Then we will settle ourselves on the ship and there will be time for me to have a better look at all of<em>my</em>usable stores.” He chucked her under the chin with only a mild pinch and turned towards the harbor.<br/><br/>