Forbidden Dance

Pop! The sound of another champagne bottle’s cork being forced off of the bottle, suddenly drowned out by the cheers of the buns eagerly awaiting a taste. The Gala was in full swing, buns twirling and gliding across the dance floor adorned with gold, translucent accessories, and the most enchanting attire they owned. Light danced off Leto’s body outside of her natural glow, anyone could see that she was thriving in this environment. She read her chart before coming to confirm the event wouldn’t be one she’d want to miss. The stars showing the night would be one full of thrills and an unexpected connection. The witch sauntered over to a nearby staff member holding a tray of drinks.

Dante sipped slowly from his champagne flute as he surveyed the festivities from his place along the wall.  A gentle breeze tickled the bun's ears from the nearby balcony as he contemplated the uses of tonight's inevitable debauchery in pleasing their demon lords.  As a member of the church he felt it was his duty to oversee the ball and ensure that nothing too 'blessed' occurred within the halls of Angora's estate.

Despite the decadence of the event, Dante still remained dressed in a more conserved style not all too different from the pious robes he wore at the church.  A stern look was plastered to his face as he stood with perfect posture and gazed upon the revelers.

As buns and dolls alike swirled across the dance floor a familiar glimmer caught his eye.

Her.

The champagne flute felt chilly against her fingertips. Her signature black lip didn’t leave a mark on the rim of the glass as she took her first sip. The crystals from her headdress rolled as her head bobbed to consume more. Leto’s quiet corner started to become occupied with other guests seeking to enhance the night with some sparkling wine.

The balcony started to call to her, longing to feel the air brush against her exposed skin. It wouldn’t surprise her to find the area occupied by some interim lovers taking advantage of the uninhibited buns at their disposal. She had to watch her own consumption, as it didn’t take too many glasses before she was easier to influence. The fabric of her gown swayed around her hips and legs as she moved. They were bare for all to see, with only parts of her breasts and pelvis hidden.

Long strands of hair started to flow around her as she inched closer to her destination. Leto’s stride almost came to a complete stop when a familiar steely gaze came into view.

Him.

Anger simmered behind his eyes as Leto walked closer and Dante's grip tightened on his champagne flute with a soft crinkling of his crisp leather gloves.

"Heretic," he barked, taking  a step toward her.  "How did you get in here?  I can't imagine Angora would invite one such as you." His voice dripped with a disgust that matched the sneer on his face, but for a moment his eyes flicked towards the gleam of her exposed skin.

His jaw tightened as he took another, menacing, step toward her.

“Thrall.” The venom in her voice unmistakable. Crystals bounced off Leto’s chest as it puffed out, her stance squaring so she faced him directly. Her hand went searching and pulled out a gilded envelope, “Does this satisfy your query?” Before Dante could utter another word, the invite was pushed right into his mouth. It was still warm from being pressed against her.

Leto took in the preacher’s ensemble and scoffed, “Someone like me suits this event more anyways. You’re out of your element, pet.”

His lips opened, a quick retort on the tip of his tongue when suddenly the faint taste of paper and glue filled his senses.  For a moment all thoughts left the religious doll's head as the slow realization of what just happened dawned on him.

Not all too gracefully, the succubun pulled the mildly soggy invite from his lips.  Dante spluttered, face turning red as he crumpled the invitation.

"You," he growled, dropping the invitation to the floor before stepping on it with his leather boot.  "You will regret that."

Dante stepped dangerously close, one hand reaching for one of her delicate wrists.

The witch leered at Dante, the loss of his decorum starting to spread a smile on her face.

“Come now, it couldn’t have been the worst thing you’ve had in there.”

Leto’s eyebrows furrowed as his hand clasped her wrist.

“Unhand me now or the next thing you’ll be tasting will be gold.” She spat. With her loose hand she grabbed a fistful of fabric, pulling him closer.

Her gaze moved back from her wrist to his eyes, and she waited for him to move. Dante’s breath warming the air around her.

"Repulsive creature," he sneered. "You'd really dare to assault a member of the church?"

He quirked an eyebrow, practically daring her to do it with his eyes.  Confident that he was untouchable, Dante started to pull her towards the balcony so he could tell her off without creating too much of a scene.

What he was not expecting is that she would grab him and pull him return.  The priest flinched and released her hand, eyes wide with shock.

It wouldn’t do Leto any favors having the attendees see her fighting with the beloved and respected religious figure. The notes of a new song started to play, and she took advantage of Dante starting to move her to the balcony to play off their behavior as the beginning of a dance.

She unclenched his top and gently laid the hand on his chest, then took the hand that just let her’s go, and placed it on her hip. Anyone looking at the pair now would just see a couple performing a whisk towards the balcony.

“You can’t fathom the things I’d dare to do to you cretin.” Leto whispered into Dante’s ear while trying to coordinate his footwork with hers so it had some semblance of grace, rather than the picture of the priest being forcefully dragged outside by a dissenter.

Dante peered at her warily, body uncomfortably stiff.  Dancing was the farthest thing from the succubun's mind when she had grabbed him.

His jaw was tense and his posture was less than perfect as she led him in the beginnings of the dance.  His hands felt strange and unnatural on her body and a queasiness was rising in his stomach.

"Such as?"  His tone was not nearly as composed as usual, practically ending in a squeak.   A shiver ran down his spine as he haphazardly led her in a waltz.

The question made Leto chuckle, and she leaned back towards Dante’s face.

“What tactic is this? I know your masters have you trained to crave defilement, but don’t worry.”

She gently ran her hand down through his hair as they swayed.

“I’ll desecrate you so you won’t be able to set foot in another church.” A tuft of the hair behind his neck was pulled forcefully. They were far enough away from the balcony entrance now that Leto felt her actions wouldn’t draw attention.

The religious bun's teeth ground together as she poked fun at him, but he couldn't resist the shudder as she played with his hair.

"I never implied that," Dante said with a scoff that looked dangerously close to a pout.  His cheeks had a slight rosy tint to them that his pride couldn't hide.

He lowered her in a dip and used the opportunity to lean in close.  "I'd like to see you try, witch."

“Your demeanor betrays you, pet.” The witch laughed again before she found herself reoriented and looking up at the priest from a new angle.

Leto stared into his eyes for a moment before gently brushing his lips with her thumb.

“Happy to indulge you any time.”

Her eyes closed as she leaned in, the warmth of her lips meeting his.