Lavender smiled proudly. She had soaked her knickers over Fleur for so long it was amazing to her that she could excite the older girl so much. "You should let me help you with that," she coaxed. "If you got a little closer…" Lavender traced her tongue over her lips to try and tempt Fleur.
Squirming wildly, she tried in vain to get away from the feather. Collapsing, she gave in and just moaned and whimpered.
The ink continued to convey to her, making his feel it implicitly, the words Fleur wrote on her skin. Lavender felt the pride she felt when she'd walked a runway and had everyone thinking how pretty she was.
"Ahh!" she cried out and desperation. "No…no. Please, Fleur? Please? You don't want to shag me right here? Hard…into the bed? Or lick me?" She did her best to tempt her, but again she knew the outcome was likely to be that her begging would do no good.