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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.

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Posted on July 29, 2018 by yumi chizue
Residences


Never in a million years had Chizue thought she might be occupying his bed. That was, if she was in any state of mind to truly consider it. As it was, that persona she had stolen cared particularly little for how unattainable she had thought him to be. All that mattered in that singular moment was how she felt with his body moving against her, inside of her. Her back arched ever so slightly as she leaned against him, her lips hungrily met his as he leaned down to kiss her. That kiss was fleeting, however, as those soft, sweet sounds of pleasure were drawn from her lips. In the heat of that moment, she was vaguely aware of that growl on his lips as Malek admitted that singular desire that had all but overtaken him - a desire to bite her. It was, she was certain, entirely within their nature to so seek that intimacy with their fangs, particularly men like him. The once shy, timid girl was all too eager to meet his need in their entirety as she reached up to draw her dark hair away from her neck, providing him with that very access he sought.

Even despite that permission, she was hardly prepared for the sensation of his slick tongue against her skin, that touch was fleeting before his fangs pressed into her flesh, bringing blood welling to the surface. She sharply exhaled, that sound followed by a audible moan as his hips continued to thrust into her. She could feel that throb of him within her, his motions suddenly slowing as if he could not trust himself to move any faster. A soft whine left her lips as Chizue attempted to near encourage that speed she desired from him. That gentle sucking of her blood hardly lasted much longer before his tongue slid over those puncture wounds, that very hue that so embraced him only seemed to magnify more within that singular moment, that pink color dancing around him vibrantly for her eyes alone. It was, sure was sure, entirely fair, the way her own affinity reached out for that color, quite near embracing that aura of lust and need. That very power seemed to mix and blend with his own, coaxing to life an almost overwhelming desire for that sensation of utter ecstasy.

She was hardly attentive as he sought that second kiss from her, her lips wholly distracted at that moment. She answered that soft whisper with yet another moan as that speed quite suddenly increased. His thrusts were somehow harder, faster and more desperate now as her own body tightened around him. God, how amazing he felt! Her nails dug into his flesh, her chest rose and fell with more rapidly as those sounds came with more consistency with every breath. It hardly took much longer before she gave into his desire, reaching that very peak only to feel himself follow within her. Her breath still came quickly in the aftermath of that moment, that sweat covering her slender frame. Her chocolate eyes glance up at him at the sound of her name, only for one final groan to leave her lips as he pulled himself from her. She watched as he settled beside her, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. That sleepy mumble to his lips prompted a soft laughter from her own. "I think that was all your doing." She muttered with a glimpse of amusement. The young woman hardly argued with that gentle pull as he wrapped his arms around her. Her head settled upon that pillow, that sleep tugging her at her in much the same fashion as the sun began to peak over the horizon. She was....so sleepy....

That very sleep, however, lasted near the entirety of the day, the girl not waking until nearly an hour after sundown. Her chocolate gaze slowly opened to the darkness of that unfamiliar room, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. It took her a moment to realize that there was someone beside her, and slowly she turned to glance at the body, only to realize who it was....and the sensation of his bare flesh against her own and....well, him on her thigh. Her eyes widened, her cheeks turned a bright color of pink before she all but scrambled away from him, clutching that sheet as she scooted to the very edge of the bed. A soft cry left her lips as she, quite unexpectedly tumbled off the mattress and onto the floor, only to find her own clothes piled there at the foot of the bed. She could hear him shifting on that bed, her name upon her lips and, in one fluid movement she was up, quite near throwing those blankets she'd taken with her onto him in an effort to ensure he didn't see her, as unrealistic as it was. "Just...don't move!" She cried, grasping at those clothes as she struggled to get them on her frame as quickly as possible, all the while moving towards that bedroom door. It hardly took her long before those jeans were settled on her hips and that shirt covered her petite frame, the young woman entirely desperate to get out of that house. She hadn't meant for this to happen! Not again! That very choice so taken from her by those emotions that weren't hers, her embarrassment of the whole affair only caused her to flee that house and into the very night itself.