Umbridge/Bane
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The human was a the shade of the morning sky. He couldn't help but think he liked that. But this human considered herself above her captures... well he couldn't help but like that too. It meant she had fire. She was dangerous though... he hated that he liked that. Bane was trapped in a perpetual cycle of want and lust and revulsion. It was one night, while he stood guard, that she started to moan in her sleep. Some part of his brain said that it was a bad moan, but his horse half didn't care. Before he really knew what he was doing, he was in the cage with her. He lifted the pelt up from where her legs were and was surprised to find she wore no other protection. He wondered what this woman would like... so he nibbled her softly on the thigh. It woke up her. He froze, unsure, but then she leaned her head back and moaned again. It was all the acceptance he needed. He quickly began to prepare her, not wishing to break her on the first go. He than lifted her to an easier position and began to mate with her. It was exquisite. Especially when she started to scratch his arms. It wasn't long until he moved her away to slump down.
He had to be unaware for only a moment or two, but that was all the time the woman needed before she was gone. Bane had tried to track her, but his mind was still a little foggy. He slowly walked back toward the cage. But all thoughts of the woman, and her escape fled his mind as he looked into the sky and saw what was coming.