Neville reached out with two fingers, hesitating just a moment before petting the dark curls between her thighs, and then slipping lower. Lavender shivered at the pleasurable sensation as his fingertips slid along her sensitive folds.

"You're so wet," Neville said wonderingly, his pupils blown with desire. Lavender grinned coyly up at him.

"That's what you do to me, Neville. Now why don't you—" She broke off, shuddering as he continued his tentative exploration. "Why don't you slide one of those fingers inside me. Relax me a bit so I can take your cock." She leered at him, her gaze lingering on the huge bulge of his erection distending his pants. "From the looks of things, there's a lot of you to take."

Neville blushed so prettily, a smile crossing his lips that managed to be both shy and smug. Oh yeah, he was hung all right. Lavender's cunt throbbed in anticipation, already aching to be filled. Thankfully, Neville was just as quick a study as she knew he'd be, and a moment later his middle finger was circling her entrance before tentatively easing its way inside. She circled her hips against the intrusion, tacitly encouraging him to thrust. It might have been his first time, but it was clear that he was a natural, easily picking up on her body cues and giving her exactly what she needed. It wasn't long before a second finger slid in to join the first, Neville's fingers steadily fucking into her and driving her mad.

"Fuck, that's good," Lavender gasped out as Neville managed to curl his fingers just right. "So good. But I think I'm ready for your dick."

Neville looked at her, and the pure hunger of his expression stole Lavender's breath. Nobody had ever looked at her like that before, and Lavender was struck by the realisation that she didn't want Neville to stop. She was going to do whatever it took to make sure Neville kept looking at her just like that, like Lavender was a goddess who'd hung the moon.

Neville slipped his fingers out of Lavender's cunt and wriggled out of his pants, revealing—as Lavender had predicted—a truly impressive erection. He wrapped a hand around himself, giving his dick several good pulls as his gaze lasered in on where Lavender was wet and open. He licked his lips.

"Do I—are there any spells I need to cast?" he asked roughly, his focus still on Lavender's cunt.

Lavender was too flattered to be cross about the lack of eye contact. "Yeah," Lavender replied. "Contraception and protection charms. Do you know the incantations?"

That finally brought his eyes up to Lavender's face as he shook his head, cheeks red. She smiled. "If you don't mind me casting the spells this time, I can show you after. I'd do it now, but it always take awhile to get them right, and I really want your dick in me as soon as possible."

Neville nodded eagerly. "Yeah, please. I'm very much okay with you showing them to me later."

Lavender grinned as she grabbed her wand, shooting off the spells quickly before tossing it back on the table. "All set," she said giddily while spreading her legs wider. "Get in me."

Neville let out a nervous laugh as he shuffled closer, pressing the round head of his dick against Lavender's cunt, sliding it around in her slick before slotting it right up against her hole.

"Ready?" he asked breathlessly.

"Ready."