Fleur continued to struggle with her bonds and growl. She always fell into this close to feral state being tied up, but somehow, it's heightened when Lavender is now there to witness it.
"All grandeur, no action." Fleur growled, her voice husky and dangerous. Fleur knew that Gabrielle well knew that binding a veela and teasing it was like poking a caged tiger with a stick.
Watching as Gabrielle slinked over her, there was no denying that Fleur enjoyed the show, despite her apparent displeasure at the circumstances. When Gabrielle entered her, she knew the younger Delacour was met with wetness and she let loose a loud feral groan as her sister began to fuck her.