"Bella!" Hermione cried, her hips rolling forward involuntarily. She felt her wife chuckle against her, drawing another moan from Hermione. "Be--Gods above, keep doing that!" Hermione called. Bellatrix had never wanted to follow an order more. Flicking her tongue up, she kept licking her way through her little witch’s folds, her hands gripping Hermione’s thighs to keep her there as she wiggled about. With another scream Hermione came. Her legs feeling like jelly, she rolled off her drenched wife, collapsing onto her back.