Bucking her hips in time with Narcissa's rhythm, Hermione couldn't focus on the fact that she was too tight for any more fingers. She felt her own moisture leak and pool on the wooden chair and start to trickle back towards her bum; she didn't need any lubricant for this and wished she had a towel under her bum. Hermione realized she was needy to a point that defied language, that words couldn't express adequately how much she needed her wife, and Narcissa felt that need within herself and how much she needed to be the one to get her off right then and there.