"No...we are not suppose...to be doing zhis...." Fleur's voice was slow and breathy as her hips lazily rocked in time with Tracey's fingers. Her head was screaming for her to stop the girl before things got farther, but her veela was in control of her body. "You are...my student. I...am your teacher..."
When Tracey dragged her neck across Fleur's face, her senses went into overdrive, as did her Veela. That was her lover's scent, no mistake. BUt it was Tracey Davis who was sitting on her lap. But her veela didn't notice that.
As her nails and teeth grew sharp adn her eyes turned pitch black, hair growing a bit wild, Fleur growled and pulled Tracey flush against her, her nails digging slightly into the girls side and back and she ran her mouth, teeth and nose along Tracey's neck, barely able to contain herself.
"What are you doing to me, Mademoiselle Davis?" Fleur spoke, her voice now holding a sultry raspy quality of her veela. She knew somethign was amiss, but also knew that her veela side was unable to resist...