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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 September 18, 2020 by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON-ARAGONA

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

God, how deep Dorian was within him! The metal bar positioned between his legs so obliterated his body's natural resistance, leaving the vampire entirely open for the taking - and how eager Dorian was to take advantage of that very fact! He could feel his lover pushing himself further into him, that momentary discomfort so quickly overrode by those sensations of pleasure at each movement of his lover's hips. Already Sebastian physique so tightly embraced the fae King, even as Dorian paused with a soft moan. The Prince's fingers were curled tightly in the soft cotton material of their bedsheets, his breath hitching audibly at the sheer depth the fae had managed to achieve. He was hardly given long, however, to adjust to those very sensations before his husband's hand brushed across the cold pallor of his flesh to settle firmly upon his hip. The King's grip was, admittedly far tighter then those usual, gentle evenings the pair spent entangled within one another and yet...tonight was filled with a sort of desperation to simply indulge within one another. It was a feeling that Sebastian was hardly immune to as Dorian's hips began to shift with an eagerness that brought a series of gasped groans to his lips.

It was habitual, the way his legs attempted to press together in an attempt to regain some level of control, his ankles pushing but slightly against those leather cuffs, the firm pressing of the bar served as a forceful reminder of his Monarch's very control at that moment and yet....bloody arousing that very thing was! The very swiftness of the King's pace near demanded Sebastian's attention as he strove to meet each firm thrust of Dorian's hips. The fae was nothing short of utterly relentless with each commanding roll of his hips, assaulting him with those pleasurable waves that so quickly threatened to undo the Englishman before he was ready for it to end. He hardly was prepared for his husband's abrupt withdrawal, the very absence of the Monarch within him somehow...startling and yet before he could quite react the way it left his body wanting, his husband near forcefully pushed the entire length of himself back within Sebastian - the very sensation prompting a load moan as he so quickly leaned back and into his husband's hips. How quickly Dorian was to pick up that swift pace all over again, Sebastian's body so quickly tightening around him as the King pushed him closer and closer towards that second climax regardless of how prepared he was for it.

And oh how overwhelming it was! His hands near desperately dug into the sheets, his back arching ever so slightly as the sheer magnitude of that pleasure so engulfed him. Sebastian had long since given up attempting to keep those sounds of satisfaction quiet, his baritone voice moaning with each of his husband's ardent thrusts. How aware Sebastian was of every singular movement of his King within him - of every pulsation and thrust even as Dorian voice so joined his own. It was that final roll of the Monarch's hips, however, that so pushed the fae as deep as he physically could be, the very sensation of Dorian's release within him only prompted yet another loud groan of his lips, his head tilting back ever so slightly as his King filled his very physique. How near...breathless the vampire felt in the wake of that finishing, his own chest quickly rising and falling and yet, with the fae still so deep within him, regaining his composure was all but an impossibility. It was a fact he was reminded of as that soft chuckle upon his lips transformed into yet another sound of pleasure.

Slowly, Dorian pulled himself from the depths of the vampire, though this too prompted a soft, final sound from the Englishman. He could feel Dorian's fingers working at the leather cuffs around his ankles, the bar falling to the ground with a soft thud and yet...Sebastian found himself almost too spent to move. Were he mortal, he was sure Dorian would have left him sore. His eyes fluttered closed as his husband collapsed on the bed beside him - the pair simply...remaining there for several long moments, the sound of their breath the only noise in that otherwise quiet room. It was the soft mutterance of his name upon Dorian's lips that prompted a soft sound from Sebastian's lips, his gaze fluttering open to glance upwards at his husband. Slowly, the vibrant blue of his irises followed Dorian's silent gesture towards his thigh. How...tempting that very proposal was. With the fae's family, the pair were given...few moments to truly fulfill the vampire's needs. The few bite marks he had left upon Dorian's flesh seemed to garner silent looks from the fae's family that had, eventually, prompted Sebastian to abstain entirely from the fae, regardless of how greatly he desired that blood that ran through Dorian's veins.

Softly, the Prince commanded his lover to move, the vampire so finally climbing onto the plush mattress only to half collapse between the fae King's legs. The soft touch of his fingers was all that was necessary to position his husband as he required him before Sebastian's lips pressed tenderly against the flesh of Dorian's inner thigh. Diligently, those kisses worked upwards towards his husband's groin, his tongue near delicately licking the very flesh just above that vein Sebastian enjoyed indulging within. He could feel Dorian stilling beneath him in anticipation and slowly, the vampire's lips parted, his teeth pressing against his husband's skin. Sebastian's gaze shifted, the vibrant blue of his gaze meeting the entrancing silver of his husband's own. That curious look was met with nothing but silence as Sebastian shifted to reach for the length of the King, his hand so firmly encircling the base of his lover. It was only once he saw that very glimpse of recognition within Dorian's irises that Sebastian bit down. The sharpened points of his fangs pierced skin, the very taste of his lover so immediately filling his mouth as his own saliva dispersed the very venom that Dorian so sought.

His hand had begun to move gently along the length of the fae, even as he so greedily fed on the warm blood that poured from those symmetrical wounds. How aware he was of his husband's loud groan and yet...Sebastian was far from done. How...curious he was to test his lover's own resolve. After all, Arlo had survived two bites before finding his satisfaction at the third. Surely Dorian was able to withstand more then that? He hardly bothered to lick those first initial wounds closed, the vampire not quite done indulging in his husband's flavor. Quickly his teeth found his lover's skin a second time, the vampire biting down just slightly further down on his husband's thigh to fill the King's body with his venom all over again. That loud groan he was rewarded with prompted a soft simper upon his features, Dorian's hips shifting forward in an eager silent request, one Sebastian was more than willing to fulfill as that hardness once again began to fill his lover's physique. His hand embraced the King far firmer then before, his palm sliding along his lover from tip to base with a near purposeful rhythm as he so lightly sucked upon those first initial wounds he'd made, encouraging but more of the blood from his husband's body.

The very breathless of that Italian accented voice drew his gaze upwards, that request not to stop caused his brow to rise and yet...Sebastian was nothing if not utterly willing to satisfy his Monarch exactly the way a King should be. The vampire shifted, carefully ensuring his movements hardly stopped the purposeful rhythm of his hand. He leaned over his own arm, pushing Dorian's other thigh to the side ever so slightly before his teeth once again found that salty, pristine flesh. Three. Three beautiful bites so laced his husband's thighs and yet...Sebastian saw little reason to pause before he bit again, curious to see how many it might take before Dorian found himself coming undone. His gaze slid upwards as he shifted further downwards still, prepared to continue those very bites for as long as it was necessary...after all, how he could he resist every lick, every taste, every gulp of that sweet...pure blood.