"Wha? Please don't stop, please..." Hermione directed Cissy to move, and the older witch shuffled at her wife's direction until she was stopped and bent over at the waist, face buried in a pillow. Okay, just don't stop please... Narcissa realized that she must have been bent over the back of the sofa in her teaching quarters, and that her wife was considerate enough to summon over a pillow for her comfort. She could feel her body begin to pulse against the fingers inside her and rocked into it, expecting the orgasm to crash through her when Hermione instead withdrew her fingers. Narcissa's naked quim shook with need, how could she be this cruel to me?