The mark of a believer, all the proof he needed that this girl was the one he was after. Having shared much company together and after they had started sending pictures to one another, his waiting had finally paid off; finally this mark on her arm signified what he had expected, that this girl knew the whereabouts of the relics that the mark of the Deathly Hallows signified.
When he arrived at her house he played it coolly at first, she was already waiting for him, stripped down to only those pretty white panties, her tattoo proudly displayed on her arm. His lust for her nearly overcame him, wanting to quell the desires she was so clearly displaying, yet he kept his mind on task, ready for the right moment to reveal his true intent. Having spoken with her for a long time previously, he knew that she had been in a state of orgasmic abstinence, now he was going to use this to his advantage. In such a state of longing, having spoken of finally meeting for a sexual encounter for a long time, she let him restrain her, shivering in anticipation of such pleasures he could give her while helplessly spread eagled within the magical bonds.
FallingUnderASpell 