The Tribrid and Her Prison {COMPLETE}

Something Wicked in New Orleans: Part 2

The sun scorched the room, but Hope couldn't seem to move from where she lay between her men. They were a haphazard mess of limbs, with Hope's calf trapped under Newt's thigh and Albus' foot resting across her ankle. Still, she refused to move. It was moments like these she cherished. Watching them sleep, breathing evenly after a long night of passionate lovemaking.

Initially, they had intended to sleep the day away and explore the city by night, but after meeting Lisette yesterday, their plans changed. Unsure of the time, Hope looked over Albus' frame to see the pocket watch on the side table. 9:15- almost time to meet Lisette.

"Hm." She murmured as she eyed Abus' face and smiled softly, seeing how smoothed his features were. His job entailed a lot, so the stress often showed in the creases of his forehead. He deserved some time away from all the drama. Hope wished she could give him that.

Maybe one day she would.

Reaching forward, Hope stroked his bottom lip lightly with her pinkie. His lips moved into a crooked smile as his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning." Albus chuckled gruffly and kissed her fingertip, trapping her with snares of indigo.

With a smile, she giggled as his kiss turned into a playful nip, and she quickly took her hand away.

"I wasn't finished." Albus grinned and took her hand back, pinning her wrist down as he began nipping up the length of the underside of her arm and down to her breast.

Everywhere his lips touched was fire against her skin.

Just as she squirmed under his lips, a new set of fingertips traced along the length of her spine. Hope glanced over her shoulder and watched as Newt, with disheveled hair, kissed down her back. Giggling as the tingles ran over her skin, she shook her head.

"We won't have time this morning..."

"We have a little time," Albus smirked.

Hope shook her head and grinned. "You're impossible," she sat up in bed and combed her fingers through her hair, "I need to clean up before we go." She pecked their lips before slipping off the bed, sauntering her naked body to the tiny bathroom space across the way. Very aware that they were watching her every move.

After filling a steaming bath and adding a few oils, Hope slipped in and began scrubbing her body until it was tinted pink. It was nice to bathe herself without worrying about something watching her.

She had to admit, though, things seemed a bit quiet near the end of the year. No attacks or poisoning attempts. It would have relieved her if it wasn't so unsettling.

After she was sure she'd cleaned every crevice, she tugged the chain of the plug and let the water drain. Hope stepped out of the tub and wrapped a fuzzy towel around her body before waltzing into the living space, leaving a trail of wet footprints.

Hope stopped dead at the bathroom threshold, watching the scene before her with wide eyes and a growing grin.

Albus had Newt's face pressed down into the pillows while his thick cock slammed into him, rocking the bed harshly against the wall.

The neighbors must hate them.

"I leave you alone for two seconds..." Hope giggled.

Newt could only groan in response as Albus smirked over at her, not faltering in his rhythmic pounding.

Dressing quickly, Hope sat in the chair at the dining table. She took up an apple and bit into it as she watched the show's climax.

"Bravo!" Hope clapped as Newt collapsed onto the bed, soaking himself with his cum while Albus came across his back with a loud grunting moan.