Percy Ignatius Weasley (

When his hand was batted away, he looked suitably chastised, but still yearned for more. The emotional sting of it made his stomach tighten in such desire. "Yes, ma'am, whatever you say."

He again fought the urge to touch her when she came closer, her full, round breasts taunting him, as if they were pointing at him and demanding he caress them. Then he was forced to look up and away from them, at the expression on this goddess' face as she said she would like to see him beg.

"Please," he said, barely above a whisper. He slowly slid off the bench and lowered onto his knees on the ground, looking up at her as if she were his sole salvation. "I will do anything."

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