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!
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 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.
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 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.
It was cheating, perhaps, at least in some fashion- so press the tip of his tongue to Sebastian's fang as he did. That sharpened edge so readily brought that blood to the surface and with it- the firm response of Sebastian's far more vampiric tendencies. How very well Dorian knew he danced upon that line of lust and hunger and desire and yet- tonight- the Monarch was nothing if not determined to rid Sebastian's mind of but any consideration for the family that lingered in the rooms below. They had, over those past weeks, allowed their intimacy to be somewhat lessened if only out of respect to their guests and too- the more limited time they had been given for one another. Yet how sharply those limitations so contrasted not only with Dorian's own desires but too- Sebastian's very needs in turn! How readily the Monarch desired to afford Sebastian nothing but the entirety of his attention tonight in but every way possible. Those few touches of blood but a taste of what he so intended to offer his lover later. They had been nothing but good those past few weeks. Surely, for just one night, they might enjoy one another as they so surely desired.
Sebastian was quick to deepen that very kiss in just the way Dorian so adored the most. That very sensation prompted a groan from the depths of the Monarch's throat as his hand trailed downward and over the toned plains of his lover's flesh. How well he knew each curve and swell of Sebastian's physique. How much he adored Sebastian's body in every way. That sensation of skin on skin was nothing short of glorious and yet how very much more Dorian was assured he needed. His own hand continued to slide downward only to reach the button and zip of Sebastian's pants- those very obstacles removed with a practised ease before Dorian allowed his hand to encircle that hardened length of his lover. The very groan that touch so elicited from his lover's throat was nothing short of satisfying. The Monarch allowed a smile to tug at his own lips before he increased those caresses. God but how he adored the feel of Sebastian within his hand! His husband's own figure shifted but slightly beneath him. Sebastian's hand flattened, the vampire's fingers slipped beneath Dorian's own dress pants to cup at his butt, the sweet sensations of his lover's hand agianst his skin only further increased but that press of Sebastian's fingers agianst that very place so often left for last. How quickly that very touch prompted the Monarch to press further back agianst his lover's hand in that near instinctive response to seek only more of that very sensation. One Sebastian seemed content to deny him for now as his lover's hand slipped away and across his skin once more. Dorian prompted to utter of Sebastian's complete wretchedness once more. The vampire so hardly denied it as Dorian stole that final kiss from his lips.
Dorian's own lips shifted then to press to Sebastian's neck, the vampire's head fell softly back agianst that pillow before tilting near obediently sideways. Dorian so afforded ample access to that ever sensitive skin as his lips worked their way smoothly downward in near perfect rhythm with his own hand as it continued those sensual strokes agianst his lovers physique. Sebastian's breath had so quickly become unsteady. Those very groans that rose within his lovers throat were nothing short of satisfying and so wholly arousing in turn. How uncomfortable his own pants had become! Dorian's lips so readily reached the hem of Sebastian's pants, that material so distinctly in the way of just what he desired. The Fae Kings lips lifted softly from Sebastian's skin, his hand ceasing that caress in near the same moment- that veritable whine that left his husbands lift so hardly missed as Dorian moved to grasp at those dress pants. Sebastian's hips lifted, the vampire so assisting as best he could in the removal of those pants as Dorian so proceeded to toss them to the floor before reaching for his own. The Monarch lowered them just so much as he needed to free himself. How glorious it was to have his own arousal so finally....unrestricted and yet- surely, it was far more glorious to eye his lover beneath him. Dorian, for several moments, so unashamed allowed the silver of his gaze to rove over his husband's physique- so entirely his own for the taking. How very...aged such a thought was and yet the Monarch could so hardly deny the arousal he found within....taking what was his own to take. In enjoying that very rank that with his own by birth and blood. Sebastian, after all, belonged to him and how he so intended to enjoy that very thing.
Dorian paused but briefly then to reach down for that paper bag he had left beside the bed, the spreader bar and cuffs pulled from its depths for Sebastian to examine before the Monarch so twirled it near teasingly about within his hand. How very delighted he had been to find such a toy as this! Dorian assured such things had faded with the passing of those ages. His query as to whether or not Sebastian had ever enjoyed such a thing prompted a nod from the vampire. Sebastian, it seemed, was aware of that very device and yet had never before been on the receiving end. This was a veritable first for the vampire. That very notion so prompted a momentary look of surprise to Dorian's own features. Firsts for Sebastain in any of those matters between the sheets were distinctly...rare. How wholly delightful it would be to share that veritable first with his husband when Sebastian, in turn, had afforded him so very many.
"I think you shall quite enjoy it. It is one toy I am more...experienced with. Would you like to see how a King uses it?"
That near impish grin so readily adorned the Monarch's features before he moved to fasten that first cuff around Sebastian's right ankle as the vampire sat more upright to watch that very thing. Dorian paused to assure that his ankle was comfortable before moving to the second. Sebastian's ankles rolled briefly, the vampire testing those straps and the bar between before Dorian lent forward to extend that bar. His husband's legs were forced to spread outward, held in place by that very device. Sebastain, in that moment, spread so perfectly before him. Dorian could hardly prevent that near mischievous look that found his features and too- that notable lust that stirred within him. His very desire for his husband so decidedly clear upon his own physique. His accented words were content to comment as such as Sebastian chuckled. Dorian shifted upon the bed a final time before leaning forward to press his lips agianst his lovers inner thigh. How very sensitive that skin was. That faint touch so readily prompting that reaction from within his lover as Dorian lowered his lips to move upward . His hand reached gently to embrace the length of his lover, Sebastian afforded but a moment to become used to that sensation and too- the limitations that the newest toy afforded him- before Dorian's lips moved to take Sebastian between them. That very moan that left Sebastian's lips was nothing short of rewarding, his lover's head falling back agianst the bed as his hips shifted, the bar preventing Sebastian from reganing but any kind of control. The vampire forced to take but all Dorian had to give him.
Sebastian's hand reached down to nestle within the depth of Dorain's brunette locks, the Monarch content to take his lover from tip to base, each sweep of his tongue only furthering that very hardness. Sebastian's hips so readily shifted, Dorian nothing if not content to find that rhythm the vampire set. The Fae King, this time, so willing to allow Sebastian to find that pleasure entirely agianst his lips. How readily Dorian sought to engage his lips and tongue in a fashion he so rarely did, one designed to afford his lover far more than just that pleasurable sensation but to push the vampire over that very edge entirely. A task made all the easier by that very bar. Dorian so afforded Sebastian those final few strokes, the intensity of his lovers breathing, the ardent press of his lips and too the tightentes of his fingers agianst his hair so readily prompting just how very close Sebastian was to that release. Dorian wholly content to allow him to find it agianst his lips before, at last, leaning gently backwards. That fluid from his lovers release so easily swallowed. Dorian's bright silver gaze lingered upon his lover's satisfied figure for several moments, a wholly lazy grin content to find his own lips, his thoroughly mussed hair so threatening to tangle with his long lashes. How utterly glorious Sebastain looked, his hair equally mussed, spent and satisfied as he was, in the aftermath of that release. How very, very rare it was for either of them to find that satisfaction without the other. Yet, had he not promised to show Sebastain how he had used that very toy within his own age? This was so merely that very beginning.
"I do so adore watching you fall apart."
Dorian's fingers traced but lazy circles upon Sebastain's leg, the vampire afforded those few moments to recover. Those offered words nothing short of affectionate even if Sebastain was so undoubtedly...taken aback by that change within their routine. Dorian so allowed his husbands breathing to steady but slightly before a gentle sigh left him, the Fae King taking that moment to lean forward then and brush his thumb gently along Sebastian's upper lip. That very gesture one he had so hardly used since they had first met and yet one that so always prompted Sebastian's lips to part every so slightly. How easy it was to press his thumb to his lover's fangs, to let that blood flow freely from it, to brush that taste agianst Sebastian's lips and tongue and stir that veritable...second wave of energy to his husband's system. Even if he might so hardly have needed it. The vampire was nothing if not near impossible to exhaust. That taste was an added pleasure all the same before Dorain drew his thumb back to himself.
"That, what we just did, was for you Mon Cher. This part is for me."
How readily that impish grin so found his lips once more, before Dorain lent away, the Fae stepped neatly from that bed in the same moment only to stand at the foot of it. Dorian's hand reached outward to grasp that bar, the Monarch lifted it upward before flipping it, that very gesture so efficiently rolling Sebastain near effortlessly onto his stomach with a simple, demanding ease. God but how his own groin ached at the sight! His grip upon that bar hardly lessened however. Dorian proceeded to pull Sebastian that short distance down that bed until his husband's torso alone remained upon that plush mattress. Sebastian so easily bent over that bed, his feet placed gently upon the floor and yet still held so readily apart. Dorian afforded him that moment to remain laying upon his stomach or prop himself up upon his elbows as the Monarch's hand came to rest on his lover's hip, his free hand so moving to cup at his lover's butt, his fingers brushing over that very place he so intended to take. Each touch so reigniting that want within his husband once more. Dorian, tonight, nothing short of wholly....dominant in every way. How surely Sebastain had already felt the hardness of his own arousal agianst his leg before Dorain reached to position himself at his lover's entrance. God how he wanted him. How he needed him. His hands tightened their grip momentarily agianst Sebastain's waist before rolling his hips forward to enter his lover with that first, firm, commanding thrust. A ready groan so easily fell from his lips. The sheer sensation of his lovers figure was nothing short of....glorious. Each thrust so further pressing him within the tight warm of his lovers body before Dorian had sheathed himself entirely. Those moans fell readily from his lips now. Those sensations were exquisite. Sebastian alone so capable of providing them.
"You feel utterly glorious."