Title: Dangerous Game
Author: OCDdegrassi
Pairing: Dolores/Bane
Rating: T
Warning: Interspecies Pairing, Crack Taken Seriously, Some OOC, Sexual Content
Note: Written for the "Genie Game [Challenge]" for Dear Pigfarts, Love the Doctor, who wanted a crack!pairing involving Umbridge. Why do I always write Umbridge with centaurs? There's something wrong with me… Please don't take it too seriously.
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Everything felt fuzzy and surreal as Bane kissed her neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin savagely. Dolores felt light-headed, but she wasn't objecting. He had lifted her from the ground effortlessly, pressing her to his muscular, hairy chest in a way that made the forest seem entirely too hot despite the cold night air. This was not what she was expecting when he carried her off into the forest, though she wasn't complaining as much as she should be.
She should be thoroughly disgusted; he was a centaur; a filthy half-breed. Yet she would be lying if she said that it wasn't a turn on that he could toss her around like a rag doll. She was undeniably aware that, if he wanted to, he could pin her to the floor and have his way with her like the animal that he was. The thought was far more arousing than terrifying, and she swallowed hard.
He continued kissing down her neck and shoulder with chapped, gentle lips. Her head feel back as her eyes fluttered closed, losing her inner battle to stay in control. Bane's warm, calloused hands were running up her trembling thigh, and she wanted more. His lips were suddenly gone from her skin, and he flipped her around in his arms as if she weighed nothing. It made her slightly dizzy, but not in an entirely unpleasant way.
He was staring at her intensely, his dark eyes dilated with lust, raw and wild, and she was transfixed by his gaze. He captured her lips in another feral kiss, nibbling her lip as she gasped and shuddered. The heat was pooling in her stomach, and she grabbed a hold of the hair on his chest to steady herself, yanking hard. He huffed, and leaned back to look at her in a mixture of arousal and amusement.
"You seem to enjoy being kissed by a filthy half-breed." His voice was low and rough. Dolores could hear the hint of warning in it as well, as if he was waiting for her to say the wrong thing so that he could snap her in half. She gulped, but the threat did nothing to extinguish the fire burning within her. She chose to stay silent, her eyes roaming over his body again.
Bane seemed pleased by this, as if her silence was an act of submission, and he tightened his hold around her waist. He resumed kissing down her neck, and her eyes fluttered closed once more. Her instincts were telling her that she should run, but she could ignore them for a little while. Bane was wild, and Dolores knew that this was a dangerous game, but she wanted to play.
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A/N: Reviews are always appreciated. Flames are not.