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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 02, 2020 by Arlo

Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

It was ridiculous, really, that when Arlo considered his sexual...experiences in the past few years that the very vast majority of them (not including those that involved his own hand) had centered around Sebastian. This was the most involved another man had ever been within his...intimate life. The vampire, in that moment, frowning at that consideration as he made himself comfortable on the kitchen chair Sebastian had pulled out. Arlo's fingers hooked within the rim of his boxer shorts, the Crusnik pulling them down just as much as he needed to allow himself access to...well....himself- before glancing upward and toward his companion. Arlo's sharp insistence that Sebastian not look prompted a snort from the Incubus. Arlo near certain he had seen Sebastian's eyes roll in turn before the elder vampire settled behind him. Sebastian had said it wouldn't hurt, or at least, that his venom would move quick enough to near instantly eliminate the pain of that first bite and that he'd hardly feel any mor that followed. Seb was hardly a liar and yet Arlo found himself...anxious about the idea of that bite all the same. It was hypocritical, he supposed, given his own feeding habits. He'd been bitten by vampires before- most of them rather aggressively. Sebastian, in the very least, was hardly trying to maul him and yet Arlo found his muscles tensing in anticipation all the same. His entire body becoming near rigid in a clear anxiety.

Sebastian's hand found his neck then, the vampire leaning down to allow his lips to brush over that smooth flesh. Even that faint, gentle touch, prompted Arlo to flinch- his eyes near hurriedly squeezing shut as if he suspected some sort of monstrous pain to follow. His sudden query on whether or not Sebastian had bitten him yet was met with a sigh from the other man. Only for Sebastian to lean away with the insistence he hadn't done anything. Bloody hell. A groan of sorts rose within Arlo's own throat as Sebastian suggested he relax. Huh! Relax! As if he wasn't about to have a set of fangs buried in his neck! Even if, immediately, he has asked Sebastian to do it and, truly, desired exactly what he knew only the Incubus could provide. At least while remaining faithful to Abby. Arlo's indignant retort that he was relaxed hardly seemed to convince the elder vampire. Sebastian insisted he was more akin to a board. Alright. Relax. He just had to relax. Maybe he was a little tense. But only a little bit right? Arlo was oblivious to Sebastian' efforts to tap into his affinities then. Those pheromones silently washed over the younger vampire with ease as Seb's hand's settled upon his shoulders. The smooth caress of the other vampires fingers was....nice. Whatever reservations Arlo had held about Sebastian touching him, let alone biting him, suddenly seemed far less....worrying. In fact, Arlo found himself wanting almost....more of his companions touch.

The softly uttered suggestion to close his eyes readily saw Arlo do just that. The idea seemed splendid. No part of Arlo was inclined to fight agianst those pheromones or the feel of Sebastian's hands. Arlo's entire figure readily relaxed beneath that experienced touch. Arlo uttering a compliment. Seb really was good at this. Better than good actually. The Crusnik was aware, dimily, of Sebastian's lips brushing agianst his neck, searching for that major vein and yet he hardly found that idea as alarming as he once had. The other vampires incisors pressed to his skin in a fleeting warning and yet Arlo's mind had barely processed that notion before Sebastian suddenly bit down. Shit.

"Hey! Ow!"

Arlo's gaze flew open in near the same moment as the words left his lips. The younger vampire jolted slightly in surprise and yet, beneath Sebastian's firm hold and the sudden influx of venom that all but drenched his system any desire to flee that chair was abruptly obliterated. Arlo barely felt that second bite- just as Sebastian had promised. His very system was near rioting beneath those pleasurable toxins.

"Fucking hell."

God those feelings were....fucking amazing. Arlo could hardly prevent that groan of pure pleasure that left his lips, his left hand tightening on on the chair arm as his toes curled lightly in some effort at...control. God he could even feel his heart beating. Those toxins all but forcing him to take a breath. Sebastian's....scent......was suddenly so....appealing- and hardly just for his blood. Not this time. Another groan left Arlo's lips then. The vampire simply unable to stop himself reaching downward and taking himself within his hand. God he was already semi-hard. He needed that touch. Some part of his mind vaguely considered that it would surely be better if Sebastian was touching- no. Fuck it was easy to see how people threw themselves at Seb. His own hand embraced himself more firmly, Arlo smoothly coaxing his figure into further firmness with each practised stroke and ardent caress. God he needed this so badly. Arlo suddenly found he hardly cared what Sebastian saw- not when he was the source of the incredible venom. Arlo's breathing was already becoming unsteady, his hand increasing its pace a little more as he all but rode those pleasurable waves.