A Looping of the Scales ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 86 ~ Under the Influence

Snape removed all of his clothing except for his boxers and slipped under the covers, watching quietly as Hermione undressed and pulled on her nightgown. The moment she entered the bed, Snape grabbed her and rolled on top of her, holding her down by the wrists and staring down at her.

"Hey! Not so rough!" she complained. "You have all the delicacy of a rutting troll, Severus!"

He blinked at her.

"A rutting—troll?" he asked her incredulously.

"Yes! I'm barely under the covers and you just—"

"Hermione. Shut up," Snape said to her. "The demons have you again."

"They do not!"

"Believe me, they do."

"Don't you think I'd know if I were being influenced?" she asked him, struggling under his weight.

"Not if you're in the moment, no," Snape replied.

"Get off of me!"

"No, I won't. I want to see if I can disrupt or break the demon influence," the wizard said softly.

"There is no influence!" Hermione hissed at him.

"Do you really think you're this much of a bitch naturally?" Snape asked her.

Hermione went wild, twisting and kicking her legs, trying to get away from him, her wrath increasing dramatically. If she had a weapon at this point, she'd gladly use it on the big git.

"Bitch? I'll give you bitch!" she cried, wrestling with Snape, whose mouth was drawn in a thin line as she writhed. She almost kneed him in his goods.

"Watch it!" he growled, shaking her a bit. "Now, listen to me. From what I understand, the influence is—is spiritual—"

"Of course it is," Hermione snapped back at him.

"And according to Crowley's book, the only thing that can block spiritual influence is the physical, or carnal—"

"You've been reading that book?"

"Yes. I've picked it up now and again, when you weren't using it—"

"That's MY book! You didn't have any right to read it. I'm the one who's figuring this out—"

Snape shook his head slightly. After all of the books of his that Hermione pawed through, she had the nerve to begrudge him a few peeks into one of hers?

"I guess we can add Covetousness to your list of vices," he said softly.

"Oooh!" Hermione raged, arching her back and actually lifting Snape upward. He struggled for balance and went dead weight. Hermione dropped back down.

"Listen," Snape said to her. "In his later years, Crowley practiced all types of physical and sexual deviations. I think he did it primarily to try and block the spiritual forces he'd awakened. More than likely he disturbed more beings that weren't tied to Boleskine House. Creatures that could follow him about."

"Who asked you to think?" Hermione spat at him.

That was it. Snape had reached his threshold.

"I see I'm going to have to just show you, rather than tell you," he said tightly, releasing one of Hermione's hands and reaching down to tug on his boxers. He had a raging erection.

The moment Hermione found her hand free, she swung at Snape, connecting on the side of his head, and the battle began, Snape trying to hold her off, keep her in the bed and away from her wand while trying to remove his boxers.

Hermione was like a witch possessed, and she was possessed. Supremely angry at Snape, she punched, kicked, slapped and scratched him between trying to scramble out of the bed to get at her discarded robes which contained her wand. At one point, Snape had to hop after her, his boxers caught around his calves, then shuffle with her back to the bed and throw her in, only to have her leap out of the other side.

The presences watched, highly entertained. They hadn't seen this much violence in decades. There was no blood or gore, but it was still interesting.

Hermione grabbed the pillow and hit Snape with a hard uppercut that sent feathers flying everywhere before he tackled her, taking her down to the bed. He was finally nude and spitting feathers out of his mouth as he rolled around with her. His erection didn't wilt a bit. In fact, he was enjoying this. Hermione was a real hellcat with the demon influence.

"Arrrgh!" he howled as she raked her nails down his back.

Give her some scales and claws and she'd fit in nicely in the Pit.

Easily.

Snape threw Hermione down on her stomach and fell on top of her, pressing her face down into the pillow with one hand, the witch cursing and threatening him in a muffled voice as he dragged her to her knees, then speared her brutally with his cock, driving deep so she squealed and fell silent.

Panting, Snape held still, pressing into her. He slowly removed his hand from her head and straightened, grasping her waist as she turned her head to look at him. She had calmed the moment he entered her.

"Now, you feel me," he said softly, their bodies connected like lock and key. "Crowley was right. The carnal can supersede the spiritual."

He leaned down and kissed her upper back, still not moving inside her. Hermione's brown eyes narrowed at him as he looked at her.

Not that easy, sorcerer.

Hermione suddenly reached back and raked her nails across Snape's face. The wizard yanked back and snarled, bringing his hand to his cheek, which bled a bit. He looked at the blood on his fingers, then down at Hermione.

"I guess I'm not being carnal enough," he growled, catching hold of her arm by the wrist and twisting it behind her back, then he pulled back and slammed into her brutally, jerking her body, Hermione crying out his name in reaction.

But that only served to goad Snape on and he started fucking her, hard and fast, catching hold of her other arm and bending it behind her as well. Hermione lay face in the pillow, her arse in the air and Snape on his knees behind her, his hair swinging from his efforts as he plunged in and out of her, buttocks clenching and unclenching. Snape rode Hermione as if she were a racehorse and they heading into the final stretch. His loins slapped against her flesh loudly as he yanked her roughly, pulling her back into his stroke.

"I'll bet the only demon you feel now, is me," he grunted, tearing into Hermione, whose eyes were rolling up into her head as he pounded her. Suddenly, Snape withdrew and flipped Hermione to her back, staring down at her. She already looked thoroughly reamed, her eyes dazed and her lips parted. He fell on top of her and raped her mouth hungrily, licking, sucking and tasting her heat. He felt as if he wanted to literally consume her, his body sliding against hers, wet with perspiration, the scent of sex heavy in the air. But there was something else in him, something dark. He climbed off her body and lifted her legs, pushing her knees against her chest.

"Hold them there!" he snarled at her.

Panting, Hermione did as he asked and Snape turned around and sat on her upper thighs, pressing his cock downward and driving deep inside her.

"Oh my gaaaaah!" Hermione cried out as Snape began to fuck her in this crazy position, leaning forward and resting one hand on the bed to keep his balance and control his weight. He could see everything from this vantage point, Hermione's sweet little pussy swallowing down his thickness, puckering like a tiny mouth around his shaft, streaks of white lubrication coating his cock so it glistened as he shoved it in up to his balls, hissing with pleasure.

"Oh, this is good—" he breathed as his balls pressed against her bottom over and over, her hot inner flesh caressing him. "Deeper—I have to get deeper inside you—oh—Hermione—"

Hermione had released her legs and they rested against Snape's body as her hands clutched and pulled at his back and flanks. He wasn't pummeling her now, but he still had depth and felt amazing as he used his heels to rock back and forth, burying himself inside her to the hilt. She could feel the delicious tightening inside her that announced an oncoming orgasm. Snape could feel it, too.

"Yessssss," he groaned as she began to tighten around him, and he began to move faster, his eyes threatening to roll up into his head. "Let it go, Hermione. Give it to me--"

"Oh—Sever—ooh!" Hermione breathed as she erupted, boiling over him, Snape gasping at her heat and tightness, staring down at his now completely dripping cock driving into her softness as he felt her hands draw down his back and come to rest at the small of it.

"Hermione," he breathed, pulling out of her and turning, pulling her up and kissing her reverently, before falling to the bed and pulling her on top of him. The anger he felt was gone now as he looked up into her heated eyes.

"Do you still want to hurt me?" he asked her softly.

"No, not hurt you—but—but—"

"What?"

"I want to try something different, too," she said softly.

"You can try anything you like," Snape said, caressing her hair.

Hermione gave him a bit of a wicked smile as she climbed off of him.

"What are you doing?" he asked her as she slid down the bed a bit.

"This," Hermione said, grabbing his legs much the same way he had grabbed hers and forcing him to draw his knees into his chest, his cock erect between his legs.

"What the—oh! Oh, fuck!" Snape gasped as Hermione climbed over him and slid herself down on his erection, sitting on his thighs, grasping his ankles and starting to bounce.

"Now this—is a good position," Hermione gasped as she rose and fell.

Snape's mouth was open and he couldn't seem to shut it as Hermione fucked him in the most dominating position he could have ever imagined. It was a little disconcerting to have his knees drawn into his chest and held there by the witch, but damn, it felt incredible. It was the cowgirl position to the Nth power!

"Oh, yes—yesyesyesyesyes!" Hermione hissed. "Now, who's the bitch, Severus? Who's—the—bitch?"

Snape didn't care right now as Hermione punctuated each word with a good, hard bounce. All he cared about was the feeling of Hermione moving over him, slamming herself down on his cock with abandon, taking her pleasure. It was a turn on to see her like this—even to submit to her like this. She could take the power too, and was proving it.

My. They are lusty aren't they?

Yes. And the girl no longer feels us. Her connection to him is stronger.

Then, let us go—for now.

The two presences faded out.

Hermione rode Snape like a champion, everything on her body bouncing deliciously as she rose and fell, grasping his shoulders and snarling down at him with lust, her hair and body damp with perspiration

"You're so—beautiful!" Snape gasped up at her, feeling the tell-tale tightening of his balls. Hermione didn't help any when she reached around and tickled his perineum with her fingertip.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" Snape cursed as his legs shot out and knocked Hermione on her back, pulling his cock down at an odd angle that made both of them cry out before Snape rolled forward and jumped on top of her, hoisting her legs over his shoulders. He drove into her like a madman before he completely blew. He let out an agonized shout of bliss as he dropped on Hermione, locked his mouth to hers and shot several ecstatic jets of come into her softness.

They lay there entwined for several minutes, then Snape lifted his head and looked down at Hermione. He brushed a damp curl away from her forehead.

"Maybe we should let the demons stay," he suggested.

"No."

"Just a thought."

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A/N: Ooh! Cool positions, eh? Especially Hermione's takeover. Yum. Girls, if you get your guy to let you do this, please tell me how it went. Lolol. I couldn't help imagining Snape thinking it might be nice to keep the demons around as sex aids. ;) Anyway, thanks for reading.

A/A/N: An illustration of Hermione's position can be seen here at www.theburningpen.com/loop/position.jpg