Tribrid's Don't Beg

As night fell, Hope was in Albus' chambers sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her reflection. Her skin had, for the most part, healed, but she felt horribly dry. Like she'd been in the sun all day. The long dark brown hair near her waist was now above her shoulders.

So much had come out that Hope had taken a pair of scissors and snipped it off hastily before she could think better of it. It had to come off anyway. It might as well now. The cut itself didn't look terrible, it might even look cute if not for the singed pieces here and there.

Albus stepped between her and the mirror. She slowly looked up at him as he knelt before her.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, stroking her cheek gently with the pad of his thumb.

Letting him comfort her for a moment, she nodded slowly. "It just wasn't my choice." Hope knew it was just hair and would grow back, but it somehow felt more personal. That twisted her stomach into a knot.

"Hm," he smiled softly, eyes sad, "I know, love." He stroked her knee gently. "How are your eyes feeling?"

"Better." She nodded, watching his fingers trace the skin of her knee lightly. "I took a shower just yesterday morning, you know. Everything was fine then. So whoever it was, did it sometime between yesterday morning and this afternoon. I don't understand how someone can do this so often without anybody seeing anything."

Albus nodded, his brows furrowing. "There haven't been many magic traps I could set without endangering you, and I wanted your room to be a safe space for you. Now, however, it certainly isn't until the culprit is caught. So until then, I'd let to set a few surprises."

"Surprises?" She asked with a half smile, to which he chuckled and nodded.

"Things that might help us catch them. They might revisit the room while you're away from it."

Hope frowned a little. "And I don't particularly like thinking someone like this is running around the castle, especially where students are. Anyone could get themselves into the wrong place at the wrong time. I might be the target, but I don't want anyone caught in the crossfire."

"No worries about that. It's all taken care of. Minerva has graciously set a schedule that all students are in their common rooms early and at the same time, and starting tomorrow, students will be walked from class to class to ensure everyone is accounted for."

Hope nodded, taking a slow deep breath, watching his hands stroke lightly along her calves.

"You said earlier your skin felt very tight and dry?" He asked.

"Hm, yeah. Feels like a sunburn. Acid burn, I guess."

Albus nodded and stood, going to the bathroom and bringing out a jar of creamy white mixture. "I have just the thing." He smiled. "This might help you sleep a little easier."

He started at her knees, dabbing his fingers into the cream he used just a little to massage the mixture slowly down her calves. Albus didn't just coat the surface and move on, his fingertips worked the lotion into her skin, into her muscles.

An involuntary moan escaped as he worked. Hope could feel the tightness of her skin being alleviated.

Albus glanced up at her with a slight smirk. "I imagine you've needed this for a very long time." He dug his thumbs into the soles of her feet, her eyes rolling back in her head as she sighed happily.

From her feet to her thighs and continuing up, she eventually was laid on her stomach. Her cheek rested on her arms as he massaged and moisturized every inch of her now-naked body. When he reached her shoulders and neck, he earned another moan.

To say he was good with his hands was an understatement.

His hands glided along her shoulders, where his fingers paused.

"Hm, an interesting birthmark." He murmured, stroking the tiny crescent moon shape on her shoulder.

Hope nodded, turning her head to look at him from a side view. "Yeah, I noticed that. Weird right? Ironic, I guess." Then, with a slight smirk, she rolled over to lie on her back. With her arms resting above her head, she put herself on a lovely display for him.

She watched his eyes glide down her body, slowly building in hunger.

"I don't believe you've massaged everywhere." Hope grinned. "In fact, I think you're missing a few spots."

"Is that right?" He chuckled.

"A few significant spots."

The rough pad of his thumb stroked lightly against her hardened nipple, making her bite her lip and think very hard about keeping her hands where they were.

"You really do like keeping me on my toes, hm?" Albus asked, meeting her eyes as his fingers slid down her ribs and across her stomach.

Hope tilted her head, staring right back. "I think you like it."

"You've had quite the ordeal today, Hope…" He trailed off, eyes lowering to where his fingers were so close to the crease between her legs.

"So make me forget."

Chuckling low and deep, he nodded. "I could easily take it off your mind if that's what you want, but nothing with pain. Not this time."

Hope giggled as his finger traced her belly button, and she quickly lowered her arms, catching his hand in both of hers. "Fine, no pain. Only pleasure. This time."

Albus gave her a look, a wicked glint in his eyes that made Hope wonder if maybe she should have asked what his idea of 'taking it off her mind' consisted of.

Too late to ask now as he lifted his wand, and with a little flick, she was pressed firmly against the metal bed frame at the head of his bed. The rope slithered around her wrists and continued to her biceps, wrapping around her arms spread wide. They fastened her against the bedframe with quick ease, making the movement of her upper torso impossible.

Hope looked up at Albus with wide eyes but grinned.

"And what exactly do you plan to do with me?" She giggled, her heart hammering in her ribcage.

Albus smiled as he crawled to her, standing on his knees, he took one of her ankles and fastened it to the pole of the bed frame. He did the same to her other ankle but to the opposite pole, opening her up entirely to him.

Hope looked down at herself, vision almost blurry again. She was folded into such an angle that she could see everything he saw. Her pink lips were soft and wet, ready to be touched. She could see the start of her entrance, and her clit had already doubled its size.

She tried to wiggle her wrists, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to get out of her bind. They weren't just rope, they were magically enhanced rope.

"I think Newt would pass out if he saw me like this…" Hope breathed, looking up to see Albus grinning.

"Should I invite him to watch?" He asked, tilting his head.

Heat flushed her cheeks, and her pussy quivered. The idea of Newt watching Albus work her over definitely turned her on. Still, she was already so anxious and needed him to start.

"Are you going to make me forget or not?"

Albus smirked and opened the nightstand drawer next to the bed. He removed a long, thick item that looked almost like a metal pipe but had ridges and bumps all over the surface.

"What…is that?" Hope raised a brow.

Then, he pressed the item to her mouth. "Open." He demanded, and she obeyed immediately to the stern authority he put behind his voice. The device was cold against her tongue, but the surface of textures tickled the back of her throat.

Slowly, he pushed the piece as far into her mouth as he could. Hope moaned as she let her throat relax and sucked it down as much as she could, trusting he wouldn't let it get stuck. Breathing through her nose, she relaxed, trying to make herself not gag.

He removed the piece slowly when she was drooling out of the corners of her mouth. She watched the saliva string from her lips and then watched him press the tip against her entrance and push in.

Hope wiggled her hips, gasping, watching her body eagerly take in the long metal rod. She could only stare with her mouth hanging open as Albus worked it in and out of her. Changing angles so that different textures brushed her g-spot.

"Are you ready?" Albus asked calmly. As if he were reading the Daily Prophet on a lazy Sunday morning and not pumping her with his toy.

"Ready for what?" Hope gasped.

He only smirked before the slow pumps became manic thrusts.

Hope's jaw dropped as she watched in absolute horror as he repeatedly slammed the thing into her. Hard and fast - twisting his wrist with each inward push and outward pull. The pressure built so fast that it was almost blinding.

Her ankles pulled at the restraints while her toes curled, the build-up becoming so intense that she could barely breathe. It was like she couldn't come yet. She felt trapped, only able to take what Albus gave her. He was building her up but not letting her over. Every time she felt herself start to squeeze around the metal, he'd pull it out of reach again.

"Fuck!" Hope cried out, tears in her eyes.

Albus only smirked in return. She watched his blue eyes, which never left her pussy, seeming to find a symphony in the room that was only filled with the sound of wet slaps of her arousal coating the metal in a sheen gloss.

"Beg." He said now, looking up to meet her eyes.

"What!?" Hope scowled at him, but there was too much desperation behind her eyes to get very far with it.

Albus smirked, flicking her clit with his middle finger. Making her nearly scream. "Beg me to let you come."

Hope panted heavily as he continued pumping and twisting in and out of her. She ground her teeth. "You've been doing this on purpose this whole time?!"

He merely grinned and leaned a little closer, not changing his rhythm.

"Beg," Albus whispered against her ear.

"No," she growled stubbornly, "if you don't, I'll just do it myself."

"Ah, ah. You won't be untied until you come, and you won't come until you beg," he smirked, "see how that works?"

Hope sucked in another sharp gasp as she felt herself starting to close around the rod again, but as he did before, he pulled it just out of reach before she could.

"Okay!" She cried out. "Please! Please let me come, I'm begging you!"

Albus smirked, "Good, girl. See. That wasn't too hard, was it?"

Hope growled at him, eyes flashing gold.

While one hand continued pumping and twisting into her, he picked his wand up with the other.

"As I said before, just a little magic and…," he put the tip of his wand against her throbbing clit, but it wasn't what she expected. His wand emanated heat and soundlessly vibrated. He stroked in slow circles against the sensitive bud, forcing it to grow even larger.

Hope's toes curled tighter as she let out a string of curses before she shattered into a million pieces. Though she still couldn't move, it made the orgasm ten times more mind-blowing as it stayed centered with her core and couldn't find an outlet. At least when she was laid out, she could let the rest of her body absorb some of that tension release. This felt so targeted.

"Albus!" She gasped, watching as he continued massaging her clit with his wand, but had removed the rod. "Albus!" Hope gasped again. "I'm going to pee- you're going to make me pee!" It was a fair warning because she suddenly really had to relieve herself.

Albus smirked over at her. "Oh, that's not what's about to happen." He said as he continued, and not but a moment later, a different kind of pleasure coursed through in crashing waves as she squirted. The liquid landed in a puddle on the bed and some on his slacks.

Hope's pussy visibly clenched multiple times as Albus coaxed more squirt from her with slow and skilled fingers.

Her head fell back, tears in her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure still coursing through her. She finally found her breath again and began panting heavily chest heaving.

The tension in the ropes slowly released, and the next thing she knew, Albus was massaging her thighs and arms where she hadn't realized she'd begun to lose feeling.

If anything, Albus had kept to his word.

At the moment, Hope recalled nothing from the day.