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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.

Amelia Marek
Andras Stein
Boone Kendrick
Damon Marcello
Dareios Auerbach
Dorian Ellington-Aragona
Isolt Marcello
Kohl Jones
Ragnar Lothbrok
Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

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.

Abigail Hughes
Beylani Rose
Gia Jones
Raylin Chike

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'.

Anastasia Romanova
Bjorn Larsen
Davante Dorian
Leila Van Acker
Mayuza Gracefell
Miyako Aiken
Morgan Van Acker
Quinton Van Acker
Ren Nomura
Serafina Dubois

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.

Alekai Evero
Alistair Rosenthal
Audette Rousseau
Ben Collins
Carolina Bedford
Claire Grace
Emerson Navarro
Harper Thomson
Kenji Onimaru
Malakai Kanaita
Sterling Tenembrage
Sylvester Veres

... i will become yours and you will become mine


Posted on March 26, 2022 by beylani rose
Residences

deep breath in and i come alive, it's a feeling i'll remember for the rest of my life
~ ~ ~ ~

Now more than ever, there's something deep within the fae woman, newly awakened and roaring through her, that didn't just want him. No, it was the very pull - unnamed, unfamiliar, and yet wholly felt - to the fae lord, the way his hazel gaze would both ravage and caress her, how the feeling of his strong and calloused hands against her bare skin could be both fierce and demanding one a single moment or gentle and passionate in the next, and the midnight tenor tone of his voice smoother than the finest of red wine which had Lani realizing how much she needed him. It went so much further than the primal desires that burned through the blue-eyed blonde's veins, far deeper into her very soul than the wicked and wild lust that ran wild and unrelenting through every thought and sensation washing over her. What it was and where it had come from she did not know nor did she question it. Somehow, even as he skillfully plays her slender frame like an instrument, each lust-filled touch of his tongue and strong hand upon her womanhood sending her even further into ecstasy, taking her high and higher until she's shattering around him again in spasms of unbridled pleasure, it seemed that a piece of herself she never recognized as missing until tonight had fallen into place. Despite the purity which still marked the fae woman and in light of the sheer unfamiliarity that so ravaged her now in ways she couldn't have managed to fantasize even if she'd tried, there is a filling of that emptiness she'd been entirely aware of for three long, agonizing years that she hadn't been able to understand or escape from. It was as though the very act of surrendering herself body, mind, and soul to Andras seemed to very nearly complete her in a way she hadn't known she needed before tonight.

In this very moment, and beyond her current capabilities to fully grasp as those waves of lust and desire swallow her entirely, those fierce sensations taking over her every sense, all she knew was that she needed him.

A moan, low and singing of lustful satisfaction, slips past parted blush-colored lips as he eases down from that climax, her ragged breaths only just beginning to find their rhythm once more, the heat of her desire continuing to swirl around her metaphorical like smoke in the air, filling every part of the fae woman until it's all she can breathe. Slowly, she can feel the muscles of her core, hips, and thighs unclenching, steadily starting to relax as those last lingering pulsations of her orgasm melt away like twilight dew under the morning sun. Long, dark lashes flutter over baby blue eyes bright with want still far from satisfied. Even as the adrenaline weakens its hold over Lani, still that restlessness paces wildly within her glittering gaze, the embodiment of her lust grins wickedly behind the sultry smile dancing upon her lips as she looks upon him with those bedroom eyes beckoning him. Had she any strength left within her, Lani is almost entirely certain that she would have sat herself up on the bed as he pulls away from her just so that slender hands could make quick, eager work of those clothes that still so treacherously divided her from him. Instead, she remains sprawled upon his bed, the sheets beneath her disheveled from the squirming of her body upon them. Baby blues refuse to release his predatory hazels entirely consumed by the same fierce desire that echoed within the fae woman as Andras shifts so that he is sitting up, reaches for her breasts bathed in moonlight, the very sensation of his fingers softly brushing against the wildly sensitive skin there sending yet another wave of desire through Lani. She hisses in delight at his fleeting and entirely teasing touch, caught between not wanting it to end and craving, demanding much more than just the feel if his hands upon her bare skin.

Even has he stands at the foot of his bed, slowly lifting each foot before slipping it free of their strappy heel only to tease her further with that gentle caress he bestows upon her, igniting those sensitive nerves... she can hardly stand to wait much longer.

His hands leave her skin, and with that gesture, that pull only seems to grow tighter now. It was as if the simple separation strained that which was unseen between them, but before the restlessness and desire can protest, there's compensation given as baby blues heavy with lust mirroring his own watch while strong hands swiftly shed away the belt first before undoing those slacks. In delicious unison, both garments hiding the fae lord from her fall away and she's greeting by the sight of him, aroused and likely just as eager for what was to come. She can feel the satisfaction that rushes through him, see it in the wicked simpler upon his lips as he stands there for only a moment for Lani to ravage as he had so often done to her. How just the mere sight of the fae lord utterly naked, his want for her alone indisputable, the silver light of the moon kissing every contour of his deliciously toned muscle only has the fae woman wanting him more. She's nearly envious of how the moon touches his skin when it should be her. However, he does not linger there for longer than a breath, soon crawling onto the bed so that she is once again satisfyingly caged there beneath him, a soft and nearly pleading moan pulled from parted blush-colored lips as he brushes the crest of his manhood against the slickness between her legs. At this wicked bordering on torturous teasing gesture, the fae woman can hardly refrain from shifting herself closer to him, a wordless plea for him to fill her. Grasping himself for a moment, Andras presses into her and her breaths become ragged and wanting, as though fuel had been poured upon the flames of desire racing through the fae woman, the heat within her core rising ever higher.

Andras lingers, hesitant and yet Lani is unable to resist the fierce surge rushing over her now. She begs for him now, that restlessness roaring with ravenous thirst despite the words of warning the fae man imparts unto her.

It is then that her purity is slain by him, that thrust forcing him deep into her temple, his lips ravaging her own as a snarl betrays the wild lust driving him forward until he can go no further, that breathless gasp ripped from the fae woman devoured. If not for her own primal desires all but entirely consuming all of her, she might have been grateful for his restraint, but in this moment, even her own restlessness snarls silently, inwardly at pain electrifying her when it did not want to wait any longer. Taut tenor tones are met with her breathless whisper, begging and thick with desire, his groan answering in turn. Her name upon his lips, it has Lani shuddering, her fire risking so that it not only fills her center, moving to consume her chest and very soul as she feels him withdraw slowly before pressing into her once again. Another moan as all that answers his growled words, ragged and lustful, ushers through Lani, baby blues rolling with wicked delight as dark lashes flutter in ecstasy for a moment before the open to see his lips. All too eagerly, as though they would be all she ever wanted to taste now, she meets his kiss fiercely, her hips instinctively moving to the rhythm she's hardly aware of, her body seeking to steal all that it can from him as he grinds into her."Andras... Andras... Oh, Andras...!", she chants his name with every breathless moan into his mouth, the plea in each one hardly needing to be given words. With every inward thrust, he drives those flames higher than they'd been a moment before, spreading like wildfire until all she can feel is the fullness of him as he pulls away only to rush back into her. Reactively, she reaches for his arms, grasping them tightly as if to encourage him further, showing the fae lord that she wanted more still...

Like a storm, wrathful and wild, their desires dance around one another, both so very far from sated yet, even as his thrusts begin to come in quicker succession, pulling Lani deeper and deeper into the lust that drives them both on ravenously.

Suddenly, he lifts himself from her, taking his delicious lips with him, her hands falling away to allow him this movement. He grips her then, pulling her closer and she moans in wild pleasure as he presses even deeper into her."Andras..!!", she cries out pleadingly as he shifts her slender legs to rest over his shoulders, tenor tones growling down to her."Please... don't... stop!", she begs him now, her breathing growing more ragged as she feels herself beginning that climb, inner walls tightening in anticipation for release, moving in time with him as she seeks him fervently. His growled words are only just lost to her as she shifts, hands blindly reaching over her tousled blonde hair to grasp fiercely at the sheets as the fae woman feels his hand move to her mound, brushing and teasing the indescribably sensitive crest there. Again, she gasps, breathless and lustful as he beckons for her to let go. As though his words had been some signal her instinct had been waiting for, she feels fire roar through her, surrendering wholly to the orgasm that seizes her, pulsing against his manhood in delicious, wicked pleasure."Andras!!", she calls out in a final, loud moan in harmony with his own exclamation as she feels fierce, splendid pressure filling her as the fae lord drives powerfully into her before, finally, he releases himself into her. Just this alone was enough to send her climbing almost immediately, every part of her so, so very sensitive and attuned to those throws of passion and desire crashing over them, their ragged breaths the only sound now in that moonlit bedroom, her entirely forgotten grasp upon those sheets loosening before she pulls one hand to rest over her heaving chest, the other reaching for his muscled arm.

His movements slow as Andras eases her down once more from that climax, though still Lani breaths raggedly as her heart continues racing within her chest before, little by little, it begins to slow into a fluttering rhythm.

Caged beneath him once more, baby blues blink up into dark hazel, those wicked flames of desire seeming to subside. At last, the restlessness which had all but consumed the fae woman seems satisfied, slinking away into the depths from whence it had come, allowing lust to soften into gentle passion and love. A tired, blissful smile finds blush-colored lips, the fae woman entirely aware of the fact that still they're joined together, finding that she rather liked the feeling of him there. It was as though they belonged that way, as close as they could ever be physically, and closer still spiritually. And, then, his tenor tones usher those four words softly to her... words that send her heart soaring, baby blue gaze very nearly glittering like stars despite the darkness surrounding them. He... loved her.... A new fire surges through Lani, one that she was familiar with long before tonight. Unlike the fierce and consuming flames that had only moments ago engulfed the fae woman, this warmth is gentle and comforting, like spring sunshine chasing away the cold of winter. He lowers himself to kiss her lips gently, lovingly then, and she returns that gesture so full of affection that she feared her heart would burst. Smiling up at him, she lifts a slender hand to rest upon his face, wanting so much to memorize the way he looked at her right now."I love you, too, Andras", she says breathlessly, her voice hardly more than a whisper. At his next words, she feels the sting of tears behind her gaze and she has to blink away the pure emotion that nearly overwhelms her."As have I...", she whispers tenderly lifting her lips back up to his. It is then that the emptiness she'd felt for so long seems to melt away, now filled to the brim with what she knows now had been missing from her life.

beylani rae rose
this is when tonight becomes a masterpiece and moments turn into memories



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