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Dimitri couldn't take his eyes off her. His years of evasion and torment had taught him to mistrust every convenient alliance so as to avoid anymore traps, but it was harder and harder to deny to himself that the woman before him was, indeed, his professor, the former focus of his desires in memories too distant to summon. But she was not quite as he knew her, twirling and spiraling around him, draped in flowing skirts and tinkling silver her allure pulled him in.

The sway of her hips, displayed to him by the high cut leg of her dress, cutouts offering him glances of skin he had pictured in dreams from before when he could dream. Her eyes pulled him from the gates of his festering nightmares, he felt vigor course through his body as he took a thundering stride toward her

Byleth's hips continued their ellipse, following the round motion of her waist to send her silver ornaments tinkling, too caught in the dance to notice the taller man until his hard grip was on her wrist. He paused her, chimes coming to a sudden stop as he dipped his head low, hungry lips claiming her own as she stood in shock

Claude had never hoped so fervently that someone else pass an exam, but when Hilda had told him of the new addition to their exam list he had insisted the Professor submit to the exam in a show of solidarity. She didn't seem to catch on to his intentions, but Hilda had rolled her eyes through his entire speech

It had been worth it though, by the Goddess it had been worth it. There was a soft chiming from inside the Golden Deer homeroom and as it grew louder Claude felt the hairs stand on the back of his neck, his anticipation tinting the air. She was ravishing, the revealing dancer's dress exposed to him her glistening skin with every step, her swan like neck no longer hidden beneath her large choker. He wondered how soft that skin was, how easily he could mark it, how that dancer's waist might move against his

"Claude?" He was pulled from his fantasy to see all eyes resting on him, and one small voice that cut above all the others

"What do you think?" He couldn't meet her twinkling eyes, the bashful color across her cheeks disarming him

"W-well of course," he cleared his throat quickly and offered her his hand with a playful wink "You look beautiful as ever, Teach. But I'll admit I'm anxious to have your first dance."

Edelgard sighed, she didn't know what plan Dorothea had concocted but she was billing it as some show for morale, and some how she had roped Edelgard's beloved Byleth into it. She had been later than expected submitting her reports and now raced down to the makeshift stage to catch whatever performance she could in the hopes her wife would be less upset. It would appear, she mused to herself, that it had been worth it, the crowd stood as if in a trance at something she could not yet see, though Dorothea's voice was carried clearly in still air as she pressed through the crowd

She was stunned at what she saw before her, Byleth's thighs and hips rising in a slow belly dance to the gentle beat of drums. The world faded around her as Byleth leaned deeper and deeper backward until her stoic expression scanned over the crowd, her lips tugging into a smile when she spied Edelgard's solid red dress

'She's smiling at me!' She wanted to reach out, to touch her, to drag her directly to their chambers and deal with the squabbling later, when that smiling expression would melt into a pleasured shriek. Her collar bone glistened in the firelight but Edelgard frowned, noticing a small matte patch where she had staked her claim only the night before. It was Dorothea's doing, she knew, but it was Byleth that would answer for her impropriety

Byleth pressed Seteth back onto their bed and pulled away quickly from his grasp to stand in the middle of the large chamber. Their eyes locked on his she bumped her hip, the soft tinkling of the chimes along her body soothed him as he settled in for his favorite show. It was not the first time she had danced for him, yet each time was a new experience that drew his breath away

His eyes settled on her hips, shimmying in circles that sent her chimes into a frenzy. She leaned her back farther and farther backwards until her wrists rest against the stone, her sultry eyes prying into his soul. He prayed the dance would never end. She pressed back onto her palms and with a whoosh of skirts her long legs moved over her head into a standing position

His breath hitched in his throat as she contorted herself, the visible skin through wisps of clothing set his blood on fire, nails grating into the armchair in an effort to control himself. But soon when his sultry Goddess' body ceased it's lithe motions he would claim her as his yet again, marking her skin as a sign of his devotion. He longed to taste the tender skin of her breast or the soft pressure of her lips, but he will wait until his dancer stills the entrancing movements of her body. But not a moment longer, she was his for the rest of their unnatural lives, he won't waste a moment of it

Sothis: It was late into the night but still torches burned deep within the catacombs of the Garreg Maach monastery as the Archbishop began her worship. A wave burst through her body, her limbs twisting and reaching for an invisible audience as her hips kept tempt to an unseen drum

Sothis gazed down on her lover, her vessel, as the toned muscles curved and quaked in controlled bursts, the beating of her heart ringing through the stone room like the beating of a wardrum. She spun, kicked, lept and tumbled, exposing her body through motion, her lust shining through her lidded eyes. It was so thrilling the intimacy they shared and even now Sothis' hunger rose as she felt Byleth's need surge through her

Finally her body stilled as she prostrated herself before her lovers throne and Sothis shot her a playful smile

"Very… invigorating."

"Oh shit!" Sylvain couldn't help the small outburst as he struggled to sit straight in his cushioned chair without spilling wine all over himself. His glass suddenly steadied and he followed it as it was lifted gently from his grasp and placed against a pair of pert pink lips. He watched in awe as its contents stained her lips a deep, kissed red, his own dry throat swallowing along as she emptied his glass

Byleth stared him down, her hungry eyes urging him to make contact and he pulled her into his lap. His fingers slipped past the cutout on her thigh to rest against her skin, his tongue moving to her exposed neck, each motion followed by a soft chime. She knew this dress set his desire burning and would now have to deal with the consequences

His fingers raked against her thighs earning a barely audible gasp over the tinkling of charms, his mouth moving to her clavicle sucking hard at the exposed flesh until he earned a flourishing red mark

"Get a room!" Sylvain ducked instinctively at Ingrid's voice and scooped his bride into his arms, charging out of the room

"That sounded like an order." He winked down at his charge