They fell onto the bed, Bellatrix on her back, Hermione on her Bella. Hermione’s mouth trailed down Bella’s flesh. Her hands caressed inner thighs, pulling her wife’s legs further apart as she neared the apex of Bella’s thighs. Looking up, Hermione offered her wife a cheshire grin before diving in. Her tongue lapped at the sopping folds, drawing a deep moan from her wife as Bella’s head flopped against their soft bed. Her tongue delved further, mouth suckling on her wife’s secretions. Hermione moaned at the familiar taste, sending vibrations into her wife, drawing forth another groan of pleasure. Her hands gripped onto Bella’s arse as she delved in further, her tongue eagerly hounding every inch of her wife’s pleasure. A hand slipped free of Bella’s arse, sliding up and over to her clit. Hermione squeezed the sudden nub. The sudden stimulation proved too much for her battle-stimulated wife. Bellatrix jackknifed as she came with a low moan.