Bellatrix is insurmountable, just too good, and the sweat-licked skin of her arms and chest will not allow Alecto to continue. The burning of her muscles is too hard for her to fight against, and she slumps back down onto the ground as a pile of sodden limbs and bony gristle. Her core appears to have decided to fight as well; there is a heat within her cheeks that comes from lust more than exertion, and there is a slickness falling between her legs that sweat has no part of. She acknowledges that she’s always found Bellatrix attractive in some way and she’s given the woman more than a few kisses, here or there. Usually that only happened when she was so inebriated as to only half-remember it in the morning, too far gone to stop herself.