She felt the body beneath her momentarily tense, before it slackened slightly. She noted with a smirk that the slave was still ploughing her with her tongue, still riding the crest of her own climax, the sphere sealed inside her pussy still rumbling energetically. Once Narcissa had marshalled control over herself, she turned down the vibrations in the sphere to maintain the usual steady rumble as she reinstate the blocking of any further climaxes for her plaything. "Clean up Muddy", she gave the girl a pinch on her butt to focus her attention, she could see the pathetic whore mouth her mantra as she used her tongue to clean up the remnants of the Death Eater’s excitement. Narcissa smiled down at her with an almost maternal pride, she knew anyone of her Death Eater cohort could beat a prisoner into obedience, her smile was sustained by her ability to inculcate submission by subtler means. She had spied out of the corner of her eye that the Maurader’s map now confirmed she was sharing the room with Muddy. She had struck yet another blow to the damaged mind of Hermione Granger. She would be happy to build upon this success in later sessions with Muddy the mudslut.