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    The Residences

    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!

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Anacosta Heights

    8 residents

    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.

    Ceara HadeRowena MetcalfSebastian EllingtonKohl JonesPhaedra AlderDareios Auerbach Amelia MarekEve Thorn
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    Dupont Circle

    3 residents

    Dupont Circle

    Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. Although these houses are somewhat small (often two to three bedrooms) they 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 for the neighborhood as a whole.

    Johnathan HolmesKatherine DorsetGia Jones
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    Hawethorn Village

    4 residents

    Hawethorn Village

    Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawethorn 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.

    Serafina DuboisDavante DorianAnastasia RomanovaMiyako Aiken
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    River Dale

    8 residents

    River Dale

    River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold true to the victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans and the occasional brick beams.

    Isolt GriffinAlekai EveroElenore DorianSterling TenembrageDorian AragonaEmerson NavarroBeylani RoseBenjamin Andreev
;; my darling, you and I could take over the world50.35.0.252Posted On July 28, 2017 at 1:08 AM by SEBASTIAN ELLINGTON

Sebastian Ellingtonfor pleasure seldom has a cure


There was something altogether glorious of the warmth that so radiated from the fae King. He relished in that warm he was so often inclined to steal, his body in capable of retaining such a pleasurable heat, leaving the vampire eternally seeking any hint of that which he could not have. Even so, he rather enjoyed the way the Monarch's skin so reacted to that often cold touch. The delicate brush of his fingers prompted near goosebumps in the wake of that chilled caress and in turn, Sebastian relished in the sounds he coaxed from his boyfriend. His lips pressed with such delicate tenderness against hard planes of the sovereign's chest, trailing ever downwards towards that very place he knew well he was wanted - and yet, Sebastian was content to simply ignore them altogether. It was, perhaps, a bit more merciless than the vampire usually chose to be and yet, he wanted Dorian to ache for him just as much as his own want so nearly throbbed in return. He wanted that reunion to be near demanding in its passion, he wanted to feel every inch of his lover within him, he wanted to feel Dorian's skin against his own. He wanted so much from his lover that it was near overwhelming. Then again, of late, his feelings for the man often were.

That small simper of satisfaction crossed his features at the fashion Dorian near squirmed under the weight of those blue eyes. That whine coaxed at him, even if he offered the man a singular word of veiled innocence. That action such a feigned naivety prompted from his lover was unexpected and yet, Sebastian was altogether keen to bask in any hint of affection from his lover. Of late, it had lingered upon his mind how incredibly lucky he was to be the sole recipient of even the smallest glimpse of adoration from the man who had been deemed one of the most attractive Rulers of the World. That pleased smile remained upon his features at those butterfly kisses that teased that sensitive skin of his neck, that singular place so peculiarly susceptible to even the smallest brush of Dorian's lips. His mouth parted ever so slightly as the King's mouth moved further towards his shoulder, the man's hand trailing upwards to that singular place he was assured had not yet received any sort of proper attention. Those teeth biting into his flesh at that very same moment he was finally rewarded with the King's hand brought an audible groan from his lips, that firmness of the touch only prompted within him a far greater want. He could hardly help the way his own hips shifted ever so slightly and yet, that warm breath that touched his flesh drew the man from enjoying that touch too much.

Those Italian lyrics brought a small simper to that far more unsteady breath and yet, Sebastian had difficulty finding those words he sought for. His own accent had a fashion of becoming all the more apparent in those moments of such ecstasy, thanks entirely to the way those sensations Dorian assaulted him with overshadowed everything else. His own words were uttered around those soft moans that left his lips and yet, the request of more of such sounds was met with a soft chuckle, the vampire entirely willing to oblige such a request, even if their couplings were rarely quiet by any means. It was with some measure of regret that Sebastian shifted away from that fae King, though it was but momentary. His hand reached for Dorian's own, gingerly pulling the fae King back with him as he settled upon the bed. It was rare, truly, for the pair to take up a position such as this but the vampire near craved that closeness and that intimacy that so came with something as simple as seeing his boyfriend during those sweet moments. His legs slowly fell to the side, the Englishman positioning himself just so in order to assist Dorian in providing him exactly the sort of angle he might need, even as he pulled the fae closer towards him.

His hand settled upon Dorian's neck as he leaned over, Sebastian only further assisting in guiding his companion down and against him. He was entirely aware of that warm flesh of the man against those sensitive places as his lips pressed with fervor against those hungry ones of his boyfriend's. That flushness of the King's body against his own was exactly what he had been desiring those past two evenings in which he'd laid in that very same bed completely alone. He almost bemoaned that moment in which he was near required to release the King from his grasp, even in spite of that desire that had so taken up much of his thoughts. Even so, his hand slowly fell from Dorian's neck as that kiss came to an unwelcomed end, the fae leaning up only to place his hands near firmly upon Sebastian's hips. He watched as his lover busied himself with positioning himself exactly where he wanted him to be. That tightening of Dorian's hands upon his hips was the only hint he truly required as his lover's hips rolled forward and into him. The simple action alone caused a soft gasp to leave his lips, followed quite closely by that moan that was near mirrored within Dorian's own throat. He was given but one brief moment to adjust his own body in a fashion to better accustom itself to the King before that patience finally seemed to fail them both, those steady thrusts in the aftermath provided them both with that depth that he suspected Dorian craved just as much as he did, the vampire entirely capable of feeling every bit of his lover in the roll of those hips against his frame.

His fingers tightened within those sheets beneath him, his own breath increasing in its rapidness, those moans falling with far more readiness from his lips. His gaze, however, lingered upon the fae King, entirely content to watch the man so quickly come undone, far before Sebastian was ready for him to be. He reached up, pulling the man back down and against his frame, the vampire repositioning ever so slightly if only to ensure Dorian hardly had to stop those glorious sensations. His lips eagerly met his lover's once more, one hand leaning down to grip the fae's butt, that press firmly assisting in pushing the man further within him. Sebastian could hardly help that near undignified Italian curse that left his lips, muttered ever so softly against the fae's skin in a breathless fashion. He knew well neither would last long, not with that time apart and the lust that so near ran rampant between them that the vampire could almost taste it. He hardly wanted this to end, however, not yet. His navy eyes strayed from the man he so adored, reaching for that very thing Dorian had left upon the bed. He had informed the King he had every intention of utilizing that object tonight, just as he had every intention of ensuring the Monarch was left utterly spent from this. "Rimani fermo per un attimo, ma bichette." (Stay still for a moment). He uttered softly between those breaths, his grasp upon his lover strayed but momentarily to touch that very spot he so intended to further please.



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