Harry Potter - Lavender/Fleur - Wet
Title: Wet
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lavender/Fleur
Wordcount: 245
Rating: M
Challenge/Prompt: Drabble Cycle: Kinks - queening
Challenge: femslash100 drabbletag5: silver
Challenge: 100_women - hair
Lavender runs her fingers through Fleur’s silky hair, revels in the sensation of the light shining in these silvery bangs. She still can’t believe that a beautiful girl like her is in her very own bed …
She lets her fingers trail the perfect body, the perfect boobs with the rosy nipples that get hard when Lavender strokes them. Fleur closes her eyes and moans softly, as Lavender’s fingers move further down to her sex.
Even the french girl’s pubic hair is incredibly soft …
Lavender lies down on her back and smiles. “Sit on my face, love,” she says and watches in anticipation how Fleur licks her lips and crawls on top of her.
The Gryffindor inhales deeply, smells the musky odour of Fleur’s arousal, her nose being tickled by the velvety locks down there.
She sighs and her tongue leaps out, buries itself between the girl’s labia. Fleur moans louder as the tip of her tongue finds the little, sensitive knob.
“Oui, ma chére,” Fleur encourages and starts to fondle her own breasts.
Lavender doesn’t dare to close her eyes, is afraid to miss one little thing while she eagerly wets her lover’s entrance to stick a finger in, her own hole getting wetter by the minute as Fleur rides her tongue, smearing the flushed face with her love juice.
And when Fleur cries out, the climax hitting her, Lavender adores the small shining droplets that are caught in the Veela’s silvery hair.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lavender/Fleur
Wordcount: 245
Rating: M
Challenge/Prompt: Drabble Cycle: Kinks - queening
Challenge: femslash100 drabbletag5: silver
Challenge: 100_women - hair
Lavender runs her fingers through Fleur’s silky hair, revels in the sensation of the light shining in these silvery bangs. She still can’t believe that a beautiful girl like her is in her very own bed …
She lets her fingers trail the perfect body, the perfect boobs with the rosy nipples that get hard when Lavender strokes them. Fleur closes her eyes and moans softly, as Lavender’s fingers move further down to her sex.
Even the french girl’s pubic hair is incredibly soft …
Lavender lies down on her back and smiles. “Sit on my face, love,” she says and watches in anticipation how Fleur licks her lips and crawls on top of her.
The Gryffindor inhales deeply, smells the musky odour of Fleur’s arousal, her nose being tickled by the velvety locks down there.
She sighs and her tongue leaps out, buries itself between the girl’s labia. Fleur moans louder as the tip of her tongue finds the little, sensitive knob.
“Oui, ma chére,” Fleur encourages and starts to fondle her own breasts.
Lavender doesn’t dare to close her eyes, is afraid to miss one little thing while she eagerly wets her lover’s entrance to stick a finger in, her own hole getting wetter by the minute as Fleur rides her tongue, smearing the flushed face with her love juice.
And when Fleur cries out, the climax hitting her, Lavender adores the small shining droplets that are caught in the Veela’s silvery hair.