"Cissy..." She softly moaned, the desperate plea made all the more tangible as a fourth finger slid inside. The Gryffindor was tight, full, and wantonly accepting her wife’s fingers inside. The brunette’s thighs quivered from the onslaught as waves of pleasure were threatening to crest and crash upon each other. Narcissa kissed Hermione as her thumb found her sensitive spot as her fingers pulsed in and out, curling deeper with every thrust as she thumbed the now swollen clit.