With a low growl the Slytherin bit down more, increasing pressure as Hermione erupted in a piercing scream of agonized ecstasy. She had never known that she could be so turned on by this, as her thighs quivered in need for more. Narcissa’s free hand was trying to calm one of the shaky legs as she withdrew her teeth to press lazy, wet kisses over the tormented flesh, lips trailing up her wife’s chin as Hermione sobbed from the overload of sensation. She turned her head to kiss her wife back frantically, but the finger on my lips stilled Hermione even as her body trembled and begged for more.