Sacrosanct contains four distinct neighborhoods, each with their own specific kind of houses and residents. Explore our districts, view lists of our citizens and enjoy our block parties!

What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

just another night to kill


Posted on February 27, 2017 by Troy Marks
Residences


He didn't know where this thing with Amelia would go but right now, he wasn't going to worry about it. She was beautiful and smart and talented and witty and so many other things that he couldn't get enough of. He never thought he would feel anything even close to this for a vampire but look where he was now. She was quickly turning into an addiction he couldn't get enough of. He knew this was more than a one night stand or even a fling. It was quickly becoming even more than a friends with benefits sort of thing. Feelings were stirring and emotions were getting mixed in with the intense attraction he already felt. He undressed her in record time, pleasantly surprised to find nothing beneath her shirt and she seemed amused by his reaction, telling him it was one of the perks of having a young body. He smirked.

"AND WHAT A NICE PERK IT IS."

He admired the view several times during their encounter. She was breathtakingly beautiful and exotic and even though her skin felt cold to the touch, it almost made everything that much better because he felt like he was burning up. His skin was on fire everytime it came in contact with her. His adrenaline was steadily pumping and his main muscle was throbbing for release. He could feel her body dancing beneath his touch, her very skin rippling with ecstacy, responding so nicely to every little tease and tickle. As his fingers caressed her apex, her hips rose to meet him and he groaned in eagerness, the friction working wonders for his own pleasure. Once her thong was out of the way and he was free himself, he moved his mouth down below and let his tongue do its magic, rewarded by her gasp. He smirked into her sensitive flesh, enjoying every little sensation he could bring to life for her. He always prided himself on being an excellent lover and it was nice to know he could live up to the standards of an immortal like himself.

When she asked for the french tickler, he chuckled under his breath before telling her to close her eyes and he was a little surprised that she obeyed so willingly. It told a lot of her trust in him and he appreciated it. He realized that he was asking for just that, her trust, and he was also taking away some of her control. Sure, she could pull away or move at any time but he was hoping she wouldn't. He would never try to restrain her, unless she asked for it, of course. He understood now that she was into some kinky stuff and it didn't sway him in the slightest. He was curious, if anything. Since most of the girls he tended to attract were shy or damaged, the kind of girls who left an abusive boyfriend in the past or were trying to get away from the bad boy routine, he had only ever really let himself into the lover category for them. Now, the men and faeries, and yes, even Were's and hunters that he bedded....well, they were a different story. With strength comes a certain tolerance of pain apparently because the sex with them always seemed to turn into a competition of rough foreplay and kinky fuckery. He was into pretty much anything, he found, as long as it didn't get too weird.

When he straddled her, he almost expected her to stiffen but instead her hands reached for him and started to stroke. For a second or so, he got successfully distracted, throwing his head back with a hoarse groan as his eyes closed and his mind thought only of what she was doing. It was exquisite. As his wings unfurled, he wanted to give her the best experience possible so he took his time, randomizing the pattern and making everything slow and patient to give her a better sensation. He could feel her body moving with the rhythm of his stroking, her hand still working wonders which made it hard to concentrate at times but somehow he managed to get through it, his feathers stroking her stomach just as he felt her tense up and knew she was right on the edge. He wanted to take her over that edge again and again. He loved the feeling of her coming undone and knowing he was the one doing it to her. Somehow it just made everything feel that much brighter in contrast.

She said his name in an exclamation and his eyes twinkled, teasing her just a bit longer by lifting his wings before the opportune moment before he gave her the release he knew she wanted. As her body unglued beneath him, he groaned low in his throat, leaning down to run his nose alongside hers before kissing the tip of her nose affectionately. Her first words upon opening her eyes made him smirk.

"TOLD YA."

He growled playfully as he returned the kiss. He was still painfully aware of his own erection but he wasn't the type to ask for it so instead he kissed her once more and placed a chaste kiss on her neck before he pulled his wings back in rolled over to lay beside her.


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