Ao No Waltz Novels & Stories

It was a hot summer night, with fireworks going off overhead. A woman that looked like she was roughly in her late teens, with long, flowing, red hair and bright blue eyes that seem more significant against her pale, almost translucent, skin, was seated, elegantly at her tarot table wearing a dark crimson cape with the hood pulled over her head, in front of the cathedral, where she could smell the river water on the wind while watching the other people in the square laughing and playing around as they enjoyed the celebration.

Aurora giggled, fluttering her eyelashes, “You flatter me. Is there any way that I can make it up for my clumsiness?” “How about a dance with me?” Andre held out his right hand to Aurora. “My pleasure,” Aurora smiled, placing her hand in Andre’s palm. Together, they waltzed into the crowd of dancers. The hall was filled with the harmonious melody of a waltz, couples gracefully twirling across the floor. Andre held Aurora’s right hand and his left hand was on her waist, leading swirling across the dancefloor. He was actually a masterful dancer, his movements fluid and precise, leading her effortlessly through the steps. Each twirl and dip was executed elegantly.

“Since everyone is present and we are all gathered here for this very important night. Why don’t we completely enjoy the night.” Agreeing as they all bow to the presence of the crown royals that leads the night and walks towards the center ball as everyone paves their way and the attention is on their presence. The waltz plays as they gracefully dance. All in awe as the rest follows, with Nate asking Aira, Gilbert asking Chantal, JK asking Marie, Chantal pulling Aaron unto the crowed, and Jeffrey asking Bianca politely. Ayumi on the other hand-painted the floor with her mark and pentagram of creation, commanding her ability to be shown and creating the wonderful illusion of a flower field ga

She wasn't used to being the center of attention. "If you excuse us, I'd like to dance with my date tonight." Ryuji wrapped his arm around Ayane's waist and pulled her away from the crowd. He led her to the center of the ballroom, putting his hands on her waist. Unconsciously, Ayane wrapped her arms around his neck.

It easy and comfortable for her to move around. "Yes. Waltz is a western type dancing, so wearing high heels is a must. You just have to endure it a little. Until you can be used to heels, you'll dance beautifully." Hai Rin just sighs a little and when she wants to take the high heels, Andy Lu already grabs it and kneels before her. He helped Hai Rin to put the high heels to her foot. It feels awkward when Lily sees their action as well. Lily frowns her eyebrow a little.

It was heartwarming to see him blush when she talked about the first time David tumbled them both to the ground and sprained her ankle. Once I stopped laughing, Anna got down to business. "Shall we begin with a slow waltz, just to get those basic steps of the Wolf Waltz ingrained in our muscle memory?" David offered me his hand, and I took it, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. The music started with a melodious tune that seemed to resonate with the very essence of romance. With a confident yet gentle touch, David led me onto the polished wooden floor, and we began our dance.

Heat flooded me, so violently the vibrator felt cold in comparison. I shifted, but he pinched my waist in warning. He pressed another button and now the tempo matched a fast fuck, ruthless and steady. An orgasm coiled low and fast; my core fluttered, thighs stiffening. I jerked my gaze at him in an open-mouth, silent plea. But his steel eyes narrowed towards me. “Not yet.” The string quartet switched to a waltz, and the guests drifted toward the parquet. Viktor set our half-empty glasses on a passing tray, and offered his arm to me with courtesy.

"Don't step on my feet, wolf." Aradaa’s voice was a shaky whisper. He gripped Kaelor’s shoulder. Hard. The fabric was fine silk, silver-threaded, a gift from the City of Muses. It was too soft for Kaelor’s rough hands. "I'm trying." Kaelor’s hand found Aradaa’s waist. Large. Hot. Stable. "This music... it's too slow." "It's a waltz." Aradaa leaned in. The scent of jasmine and woodsmoke hit him. "Try to keep up."

He guided her down the last few steps, his hand sliding down to grip the small of her back, the heat of his palm seeping through the heavy velvet of her dress. "We dance," Nikolai commanded quietly as the orchestra began a slow, sweeping waltz. "We give them the show, and then we face the old man." "As you wish, Mr. Ravenhart," Thalia said, stepping into his arms. The moment his hand clasped hers and his arm wound tightly around her waist, a jolt of pure electricity snapped between them. Nikolai pulled her flush against his chest, his movements aggressive, forcing her to follow his lead.

Blaze exclaimed extremely happy. Quickly she located Fabien’s stereo system and shoved the first disk she found into the tray. As the ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum’ from ‘The Nutcracker’ poured into the room, she danced toward Margot and held out her hands. Her excitement faltered as Margot simply sat staring at her. Then, slowly, Margot lifted her hands toward Blaze’s and allowed Blaze to pull her to her feet. Blaze stepped from side to side, encouraging Margot to copy her.