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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 February 26, 2019 by Dorian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

How very much he adored to coax those sounds from his lovers lips! Dorian near relishing in every soft moan or sound of pleasure he so brought about with the touch off his lips or the stroke of his hand.The Fae King so thoroughly enjoying those moments in which he might love Sebastian in all those ways he so surely desired without the weight of the world upon them. Those intimate moments when they might be alone, with just one another, by far the Monarch's most favoured of all. How perfect it was to have his husband entirely to himself. Sebastian's hips pressed eagerly back agianst both his hand and his own figure then, Dorian wholly content to increase the firmness off that caress and meet those very urges as his lips continued to press that teasing pattern upon the sensitive skin off his lovers neck. His teeth and tongue so wo working to further that plethora of sensation he offered. Those continued groans and that clear hitch to Sebastian's breath only further his own arousal in turn to a near painful prominence agianst his husbands figure. There was something so undeniably arousing, after all, in coaxing those sounds from Sebastian's lips and too- that readiness to his own fit figure.

That ready shift off his lover beneath him was was hardly so unanticipated as that turn of Sebastian's head and too- the vampires admittance of want. How utterly glorious such words were to hear! Sebastian's breath warm upon his ear and tainted with that arousal in turn. Those very words only furthering Dorian's own desires in that moment. How little patience he had for foreplay this evening. His figure more then ready to seek that satisfaction. His husbands own surely equally as prepared in turn as the Fae King so offered those Italian lyrics in response before gently withdrawing his finger and too, leaning away from from his lovers neck with that final soft kiss. Dorian's hands moved easily to his own boxer shorts then. The Fae King hooking his thumbs within the hem of those red silken shorts only to slide them down his figure and to his knees. Dorian so hardly bothering to discard them entirely tonight. Those parts of himself that had been restricted by that very fabric now so undeniably and gloriously free. That very length of himself so clearly displaying just how very much he enjoyed lavishing that attention upon his lover in turn. The very manner in which Sebastian's gaze lingered upon him equally as compelling. How he adored to have but all of Sebastian's attention in just that fashion! Those Italian lyrics once more left his lips then. Dorian seeking to coax his husband to kneel, his own figure shifting backward to allow the vampire to position himself just so before Dorian moved to kneel behind him in turn. How utterly blissful that feeling off his lovers back agianst his own chest, that sensation of skin on skin so wonderfully satisfying and yet it was so hardly enough in that very moment. Dorian so distinctly desiring more as his lips found Sebastian's neck but a final time and his hand reached downward to position himself just so agianst his lovers figure.

That eager first roll of his hips to readily pressed that length of himself within his husbands figure. That initial thrust prompting that sharp inhalation from Sebastian and too that ready groan from himself. Dorian so unable to prevent that fashion in which his own eyes fluttered closed in response to that sheer feeling of being within Sebastian. That sensation nothing short of utterly and irrevocable perfect. Dorian so allowing his hips to roll forward again and again until that entirety of the length was sheathed in his lovers form. The Fae King so content to utter that insistence that Sebastian felt nothing short of incredible in that moment. That very chuckle his lover afforded him so readily shifting into a groan that only seemed to prompt his figure to tighten around him. That soft sound of pleasure tugged from Dorian in turn at Sebastian words and the manner in which his lover lent back agianst him as his hips so began to find that rhythm they both desired. The Monarch offered but several more of those firm rolls off his hips before shifting just so as to guide Sebastian forward once more and onto his hands and knees in that effort to afford them both that very depth they desired. Dorian so allowing both hands to rest upon Sebastian's hips then before smoothly increasing his pace. Several soft moans falling from him then, his own breathing so readily becoming all the more unsteady in that glorious embrace of sensation.

How unanticipated that utterance of his name surely was. Sebastian's words decidedly unsteady amidst each roll of his hips. Dorian so offering that soft sound of inquiry then, his own pace slowing just so as to afford them both that ability and presence of mind to carry out that conversation. That very request prompting a clear surprise to his own features. Sebastian never yet having asked him for such a thing in those intimate moments. Dorian only rarely engaging his own powers between those sheets if only for the sheer intensity they provided in much the same manner Sebastian so rarely afforded him multiple bites. Yet- how wholly eager he was to take up that very request and so afford his husband just what he desired in that moment! That warm simper so readily finding his lips then.

"Ovviamente." (Of course.)

How difficult it was to slow his own hips once more! Dorian so requiring far more concentration for the use of that power then his current position so surely allowed. The Monarch so managing to still himself before gently withdrawing from his lover then, if only for a moment. Dorian leaning smoothly forward then to press his lips ever so softly to Sebastian's back, that very kiss so imbued with that rush off his own affinity in turn. That very light of life that Dorian alone was so capable of seeing pressed into and over Sebastian's figure in a rush. That very life eagerly embracing the vampires frame then and chasing but every cold touch of death from it. How quickly that colour and warmth so returned to Sebastian's frame! That very life so given from Dorian himself and yet his own immortality so assured it was hardly a gift that came with any expense to himself. His own life so veritably unending and wholly eternal. How utterly....beautiful Sebastian looked so surrounded by that light and filled with the warmth and vibrancy of life itself. How very much it so made him ache for that life Sebastian had lost and yet- were his lover not a vampire- he would so surely not have met him at all. Dorian readily allowing his companion those few moments to become accustomed to every sensation and sound and sight and feeling that changed so dramatically with that return to life before his hand moved to rest upon Sebastian's hip once more.

"Sei pronto, amore?" (Are you ready, love?)

How easy it was, in that moment then, to direct his own affinity toward himself and those more intimate parts of his physique. Dorian allowing but a touch of that power to run to the tips of his fingers where his hand so rested upon his lovers hip. Sebastian's living skin so eagerly responding to that life in Dorian's fingertips alone in that near extreme flood of sensation, Dorian wholly capable of coaxing each and every nerve ending to veritably flare beneath his touch. The Monarch waiting only so long as it took his husband to assure him he was ready before he moved to position himself once more, that single, firm roll of his hips so seeing him enter Sebastian all over again and yet, this time, with that very touch off his affinity that so reached for every nerve of pleasure and sensation within his lovers figure and so eagerly flared it to life in an utter plethora of glorious, intense feeling. That life veritably running riot throughout the vampires form, coaxing that living flesh to feel at an entirely new level. Each roll of his hips so flaring that power once more. How utterly, blissfully warm Sebastian felt. His figure so feeling entirely different in that moment and yet it was nothing short of blissful. The Monarch increased his own pace then, Dorian striving to bring them both to that very pinnacle of satisfaction, Sebastian he knew, so hardly capable of lasting terribly long beneath that sway of his own affinity. This, perhaps, the single and only time in which Dorian himself might surely prove capable of outlasting his lover. Several more groans spilled readily from his lips then in response to those glorious sensations he was assaulted with. That pleasurable high so easily within reach now.