Not that stopping it was necessary. The last orb swelled between her legs and then Hermione withdrew from her, coiling and pressing multiple limbs against Bellatrix’s swollen belly. She looked down upon herself and noted with half her mind that she looked just like Narcissa before Draco had made his entrance, and there was nothing really for her to do except stare and bask in the slowly retreating heat of her many orgasms. 