Punishing The Tribrid

Newt's suitcase sat in the middle of the carpet before the fire later that night. He had gone below to check on some new critters he'd rescued from the Forbidden Forest a few days ago. At the same time, Hope continued searching Grimoires for information on Time Travel, and Albus worked on paperwork for the Ministry of Magic.

The school year might have ended for the students, but Albus never seemed to stop working.

Rubbing her eyes, Hope closed the Grimoire and glanced over at Albus. He was still hunched over his desk, writing quickly with his quill. The scritch-scratch of the quill to paper and the crackling of the fire was a relaxing sound, yet the stress in the room was palpable.

Albus dipped his quill in more ink and signed off on another stack of papers before moving to the next. Glancing at the suitcase, Hope bit her lip as a slow smile spread along her lips. Night had fallen, and if Hope didn't intervene soon, they'd spend the entire day working.

What a travesty.

Hope stood and left her books on the carpet next to Newt's suitcase and walked past Albus' desk. He didn't glance up, probably not realizing she had even gotten up. Disappearing into the back, Hope thought her options over and smirked slyly.

Crossing the room, she opened the dresser drawer and dug through the clothing she'd collected over the past year. In five minutes, she stripped and slipped on nothing more than a black-laced thong. Entering the bathroom, she checked herself over.

Hope's skin was soft and supple, begging to be touched- nipples already hard and perked in anticipation of the game she was about to start. Her eyes were red from the day of tired reading but hungry all the same. 

She bit her lip and threw her hair into a messy ponytail, knowing Albus liked it. He never admitted it, but she knew he did.

Waltzing out of the bedroom, Hope crossed her arms behind her back and strutted around Albus' desk. She sat on the edge with a sly grin, her eyes searching his face. Waiting for him to look up. The flutter that rushed through her stomach made her giggle when he did.

Albus' blue eyes cut through her, falling to land on her breasts, and his lips parted in silent surprise. His gaze was ravenous as it searched every inch of her- Hope could practically feel his blunt teeth against her skin.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Hope grinned with no hint of remorse, "were you working?"

"Hm…" Albus grumbled in his throat as he tapped his quill's feather against the page he'd been looking at, likely forgotten by now. "Are you trying to get my attention, Hope?" He asked, smiling crookedly as he glanced up to meet her eyes.

Hope chewed her lower lip and tilted her head with a slight shrug. "Is it working?"

With a smirk and a chuckle, Albus glided his long feathered quill lightly along her side. Making her skin quiver where it touched. 

"You tell me." He murmured in a graveled voice.

Hope sucked in a soft gasp, but a knock came at the door just then. With the speed of a vampire, she wedged herself under his desk, happy the wood reached all the way down to the floor so half her ass wasn't sticking out.

She heard Albus swallow brutally and clear his throat as the Gargoyle opened with a grind.

"Ah, Minerva," she heard him say, "is there something the matter?"

Under the desk would be darker for an ordinary person, but luckily, Hope could make out enough so she wouldn't hit her head.

"Yes, I just need a few things signed before I take my two weeks of leave. I apologize for being late, but I received an Owl from the Ministry only just now. Nothing like waiting til the last possible moment." Minerva sighed in slight irritation.

Albus chuckled, and Hope could imagine his nod and smile while Minerva scowled, but not at him. She was always a bit uptight, but Hope found it endearing. As she assumed Albus did too. Minerva was someone to be trusted, and Hope highly approved.

Glancing over, Hope raised her brow as her gaze settled on a clear, rigid erection down Albus' pants. No wonder he didn't stand up when Minerva walked in.

With a grin, a splendid idea entered Hope's mind. Before she could think better of herself, she reached forward and glided her fingertips slowly down the outline of his cock.

"I-I…" Albus stuttered above, his heart skipped a beat, "I would be glad to sign off on it, of course." He replied, voice a bit strained.

Hope used her nails to stroke his bulge, tracing a circle where his tip was trapped. It was amazing, knowing he had to sit still and couldn't reach under to stop her.

"Albus, are you alright?" Minerva asked, voice curious. "You…seem a bit distraught."

The sound of his quill scratching across the parchment and handing it back with a shaky hand. "Oh, perfectly well. I'm just thinking of this year and the lessons I'll be teaching."

Hope paused her fingerplay and bit her lip before shrugging. Fuck it, she thought and started stroking his length again.

"If I need to take a class session, of course." 

She could hear his forced smile and had to stifle a giggle.

"Ah, yes. I suppose you never know when someone will need to be away. Best to be prepared." Minerva answered. "Thank you, Albus. I'll return in two weeks." 

"Goodnight, Minerva, and have a lovely trip."

With that, the Gargoyle opened and closed. Leaving Hope and Albus alone once again, aside from Newt, who was still working in his suitcase.

Hope's fingers were pulled from Albus' pants as he pushed his chair back so she couldn't reach him. One moment she was staring at his knees, and the next, his face appeared under the desk, poking his head under to look at her.

Albus' eyes glinted. "You…are in so much trouble…" 

Giggling, Hope couldn't avoid his hands that took hold of her arms and dragged her out from under the desk. Laughing hysterically now, she squirmed as he pulled her into his lap, holding her in a secure circle of his arms.

"You are such a little troublemaker," Albus murmured against her ear, making her stomach flutter again.

"Yeah?" Hope asked, resting her head back against his shoulder and giggling. "And what exactly will you do about it, Professor?"

His chuckle should have been the first indicator Hope was in serious shit. Still, the twinge of anxiety was nothing compared to her excitement for his undivided attention.

"I'm going to make you regret that all night." 

Albus stood then, setting her on her feet, and guided her to the other side of the desk. "Put your hands on the desk."

Hope glanced over at him and raised her brows but grinned as she slowly leaned forward. She placed her palms flat on the middle of his desk, forcing her ass out and putting it on display for him.

Albus stood there next to her in his smart gray suit, but it was what his hands were doing that made her pussy quiver with anticipation. He unlatched his belt and pulled it from his trousers. Hope watched with slightly blurred vision and a racing heart as he locked eyes with her while folding the belt around his hand.

"Are you going to punish me?" Hope asked with a shaking voice and a wide grin, eyes flashing amber.

He smirked as his left palm stroked both of her cheeks. "Until you beg for mercy."

Albus slapped the leather against the back of her thighs, sending a euphoric sting across her skin. Hope couldn't prevent the gasping whine that escaped her.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Each slap of his belt sent a jolt of pleasured pain through her body. The pain was addictive, and while tears pricked her eyes, she couldn't help but give a breathy moan.

Hope's legs were shaking and had reverted to leaning on her elbows, giving Albus more room to give an additional whack between her aching thighs. She didn't have to look behind her to know every inch of her ass, and the back of her thighs were red.

Fingers stroked through her ponytail, pulling back so that she was looking up at him. His blue eyes were dangerous with power.

"If you think we're finished. Think again."

Albus' hands massaged her backside, but even with her healing ability, she couldn't sit comfortably for a few minutes. That didn't matter to him as he took her by the shoulders and rolled her so she could lean her ass against the desk. 

Hope didn't have a chance to fix her position. He set it for her. Forcing her to lay back a little with a firm hand and kicking her legs apart with his foot. His fingers dipped under the line of her thong and pulled the lace down, letting it drop into a damp pile on the ground.

She could only watch as his hand stroked down her stomach to her already dripping mound. Albus' fingers parted her, exposing her throbbing pussy to him. She watched his belted hand briefly before it came down with a quick smack against her sensitive clit.

Hope cried out and instinctively tried to close her legs, but with a quick tap of his wand, she was spread open even wider and bound where she was. Hope's hips jutted out at an awkward angle while she practically was laid back on his desk, her pussy becoming his prisoner.

Another quick smack against her inner thighs before down again on her reddened nub. Albus alternated between gentle pats and a sharp smack that stung more severely the longer he continued. Sweat dripped down her back and onto his desk, making her hair cling to the back of her neck. 

"Fuck!" Hope gasped and dropped her head back against the desk as Albus dropped the belt to the ground and began a slow and deep, circular massage against her clit.

Albus only smirked. "You're taking it so well, Hope." He murmured, removing his hand from her dripping entrance. Hope watched him suck his fingers into his mouth before returning to gather more of her slick, then, looking at her, pressed his two middle fingers against her lips.

"Open." He demanded.

So she did.

Albus' fingers traveled to stroke the back of her throat, making her eyes roll back as she tried not to gag. He was gentle yet unyielding.

Hope moaned as his fingers returned to her pussy. She was so sensitive now from his earlier punishments that the softest touch made her want to cry.

His thick fingers plunged into her, entering her hot channel, and began stroking the roof slow and measured.

"I can't!" Hope gasped as her entire body flushed with heat. She was so close to an orgasm, but it seemed she couldn't come. He changed his pace every time she was close enough. Hope realized he was edging her again, and she wasn't so sure she'd survive it.

"You will." He chuckled against her ear before reaching across the desk with his other hand. He moved to stand in front of her now, and while one set of fingers worked to rearrange her inside- adding fingers until he had four stretching her in a tight pinch- the other retrieved his quill from its ink pot. 

Hope's jaw dropped as Albus stroked the feathers tip against her throbbing clit.

"Oh no, oh no…" Hope gasped and squirmed her hips, but his binding spell was too strong. Hope couldn't move- she could only take every ounce of torturous pleasure he gave her.

Albus chuckled. "Are you quite sensitive right now, Hope?"

Only a squeak came out as he circled her clit with the feather. It was one of the worst and best sensations she'd ever had. It felt so good but tickled so bad she thought she might pee.

"Ah!" Hope gasped, and just as she was about to beg him for mercy, her hot channel began to throb as icy hot relief crashed over her body. She saw a blur of stars as she cried out, coming around his fingers in thick waves of pleasure.

"Fucker." Hope panted as her body went completely limp, trying to catch her breath as her body shivered and shook.

Before she could protest, Albus picked her up in his arms and carried her to the carpet. Laying her down in front of Newt's suitcase.

"Hm," Hope murmured silkily as she rolled over to look up at him, "Am I a cat to fall asleep naked in front of the fire?"

Albus chuckled. "Actually, you're a present to Newt."

Glancing over, Hope could see two green eyes peeking through a crack in the opening of the suitcase.

How long had he been watching?

"Your night isn't over, Hope," Albus smirked. "After what you did, that earns a few hours at least of punishment."

Hope grinned at him and stretched her body, letting her muscles relax and flex.

"Is that right?"

The suitcase slowly creaked open, and Newt stepped out, closing and locking it behind him. His eyes were on Hope, and his face and neck matched the fire's glowing embers. Hope glanced down at his trousers and smirked.

"Did you enjoy the show?" She asked and giggled. "Nice boner, by the way."

Newt flushed even redder, if possible, and sat on the ground. "I…saw enough." He swallowed hard and smiled crookedly. 

"Well," Hope started, "I think I'll take a break and you could-"

"No." Albus interrupted before she could finish, and he bent to his knees at her head and took her ankles, pulling them back and apart so that she was spread wide. "Newt. How would you like your evening treat?"

Newt grinned, still blushing furiously, and just as Hope expected he might choose, he started to unzip his trousers, releasing that erection of his. A pool of saliva gathered in Hope's mouth as he stripped off his clothing. The immediate need to have his cock in her mouth and taste his salty tip made her moan.

"Nice and slow," Albus murmured.

As Newt's usual character, he obeyed and pressed his tip against Hope's still-sensitive entrance. She shuddered and rolled her eyes back as he pushed slowly into her, stretching nicely. Not too big to pinch, but big enough, she felt full.

His thrusts were careful and measured, and Hope couldn't help but look down at where they connected. Watching him pump his cock in and out of her, already dripping with her slick. Hope whined as Albus moved to sit behind her, leaning back so her body was angled back but not completely lying down. It made the way his cock stroked against her g-spot more potent.

Resting her head back against Albus' chest, another soft moan bubbled up her throat as he took her nipples between his thumb and pointer fingers and began rolling them in a light pinch.

Hope met Newt's eyes and watched him slowly slip into desperation. She could see that he wouldn't last long, but Hope wasn't ready for him to stop.

"Focus, Newt…" Albus murmured, though he was smiling crookedly. As if anticipating his loss of control.

"I can't," Newt gasped, looking down at himself where his length continued to pump in and out of Hope, "I'm going to…" His jaw dropped, and when he pulled out and rested his shaft on her belly, thick white ropes of cum painted Hope's skin.

Hope gasped softly from the warmth of him.

"I'm sorry…" Newt murmured, face flushed as he looked up at them.

"Newt," Albus watched him with a leveled gaze, "I will never punish someone for being unable to control a natural bodily urge. I will, however, put you over my knee the moment you start apologizing for it."

Newt's eyes widened, and he nodded quickly.

"Now then…" Albus suddenly moved Hope to be on her knees and then pushed her head down, pressing her cheek into the squishy carpet. "You wanted my cock so badly when I had a visitor. Now you'll get it."

Hope gasped and giggled as her ass squirmed against the front of his pants. Earning her a quick smack against her swollen pussy.

Crying out, she hardly realized how quickly he'd pulled his clothing down because his thick head was pushing into her hot channel the next thing she knew.

"You take it so well, darling." He murmured gruffly, thrusting his hips at a slow but harsh pace.

Hope's face crumpled as he stretched her in a tight pinch, but it felt amazing. She had to admit her partners in the past weren't quite like him. They must have been more average than they'd lead on. The longer he thrusted, the more she conformed to his shape and length.

He started to thrust faster, making her face scrape against the rug. Rubbing a red mark into her cheek. Hope didn't last long at this angle, but he continued pounding into her as she came around his thick shaft. His movements became a bit manic, and now he seemed to be chasing his own climax.

Albus forced another shattering orgasm from Hope before he came undone. His groan echoed in Hope's mind as his hot seed flooded her dripping pussy. It was amazing to be filled by him. 

The moment he pulled out, leaving her empty, she whined submissively and rolled to her back, exposing her belly to him. She leaned her head back, offering her throat, to which Newt immediately began to kiss heatedly along her jugular.

Taking some hint from Newt, Albus leaned down and began kissing up and down her stomach. Dragging his blunt teeth across her skin. Hope's fangs extended, and her eyes glowed bright yellow.

They had dragged the animal right out of her.

"It's really quite remarkable," Newt murmured against her throat and chuckled in the back of his throat. "I…just mean…" he trailed off, biting his lip awkwardly.

Hope smiled and looked over at him. "I know," she giggled, "it's a good thing you understand animal habits. Not many would have picked up on it."

Albus tilted his head. "I believe I might be a little lost…"

Swallowing hard, Newt nodded and stroked his fingers along Hope's jaw. "Hope…just submitted to us. As Wolves do with their mates." Newt chewed his lower lip.

Hope moved to lean her body against Newt's while her feet rested in Albus' lap. "It means I'm yours and you're mine. I've…" Hope paused and then swallowed hard. "I've never submitted to anyone before."

Silence fell between them, and Albus offered a smile, his thumbs massaging harsh circles into the balls of Hope's feet.

"Is that a good thing?" He asked as she sighed softly, melting into the carpet.

"Yes," Hope smiled, "in my opinion, at least. It's the ultimate sign of trust."

"I'm glad." Albus pressed a soft kiss to her foot before taking her hands and pulling her up into his arms. "I think it's time for some much-needed rest. We're going to the Hollow tomorrow, after all."

Hope cringed as a flashback of blue grazed past her memory. "Can we not call it the Hollow?"

He raised a brow at her but nodded with a slight smile. "Of course, are we allowed to know why?"

"Not tonight."

Albus smiled and kissed her temple. "Fair enough."

The bed was softer than Hope would have thought it could be. It conformed to her body, letting her relax immediately. Their bodies crawling in after her was the icing on the cake. The warmth of their bodies settled her, helping her to start drifting.

Mine. Whispered a soft voice.

Hope smiled and pressed herself closer to Albus and Newt. 

They snored softly.

Frowning, she opened her eyes and looked at Albus first, then Newt. They were both in deep sleep.

Asleep?

So then…what voice had she heard?