Moonlight Harlot

Whisp the fairy stood on the street curb with one hand resting on her cocked hip and a salacious glint in her amethyst-coloured eyes. Her wings sparkled majestically – invitingly – in the full moonlight. It was almost midnight. Cynthia, her young Charge, would be sound asleep by now, drifting peacefully in the land of dreams. Well, Whisp still saw her as young, but Cynthia was growing up, almost too old for imaginary friends now; which meant Whisp could no longer earn enough in her day job to survive. Quickly blinking away the threat of tears, Whisp smiled and winked at an attractive fire nymph walking by. Got to keep it together, she thought. The less hours she spent with her Charge, obviously the less she got paid. Currency for her kind was called Vita Dust. It was what gave them the ability to live and breathe in the human world, and the more time spent in the human world, the more Vita Dust you acquired. Their Charges gave Vita Dust to them without knowing, simply by having fun. The more fun a Charge had with their “imaginary” friend, the more Vita Dust they exhumed, hence the more life and energy the imaginary friend received.

Cynthia was a smart child. Before she could even walk her curious little mind had sought Whisp out, pulling her into reality. Children didn’t usually start their adventures with imaginary friends until they were well into their toddler years. Whisp knew she’d had more time than normal with Cynthia, but it still didn’t make it any easier to say goodbye. Cynthia spent less and less time with her now, moving on to other interests and activities, and as a result, Whisp was growing fainter. If she didn’t find a new Charge to boost her soon, she’d fade from the human world entirely. She didn’t want to go. Elham, the place where her kind waited, was not pleasant. It was a world existing in the realm between dreams and reality; it was no man’s land, a black void, a place of nothingness. Whisp could remember when Elham had been beautiful, full of light, joy and happiness; a place where literally everything one could possibly imagine existed in some way, shape or form. Then, a child had been born, a child of pure malevolence, and with sadistic pleasure his little head had created a monster, naming it Hellion. As soon as the boy decided he was too old for imaginary games, Hellion had been sent to Elham and there, wreaked havoc, turning the land into a desolate waste. More and more Elhamites sought refuge in the human world; only, it was hard to remain with no Charge to supply you with Vita Dust. Which is why Whisp now stood on the street curb wearing a skimpy, short skirt, fishnets, and a tiny top that barely covered her ample breasts.

Although possible, Vita Dust was difficult to obtain from fellow Elhamites. Few of them wanted to give up what they had saved, especially with Elham being so miserable these days. Whisp probably could have started up another business venture, if she’d been able to think of one. Alas, there’d been no other services she considered herself proficient enough in to warrant being paid. As a fairy, her seductive methods and fae magic could bring another to the highest plains of pleasure, keep them begging for more until they were drunk, lost in her sweet nectar. Vita Dust would pour forth from them as they cried out their unbridled bliss and she would soak it up like sun rays. Few could resist the wiles of a fairy. Was it her fault? No. She wasn’t purposefully trying to manipulate them. Still, it made her feel powerful and she liked feeling powerful. All day she was tethered to a human child, playing silly games and having tea parties. She didn’t despise it. She always loved every single one of her charges, but it was nice to be able to do something a little more risqué. Sex was a marvelous game for fairies, and getting paid for it was just an added bonus. Even if she was getting all the Vita Dust she needed from her charge, she would still seek the licentious indulgence of sex. Fairy friend by day, fae harlot by night; that was her.

Skin glowing like her wings, Whisp molded her lips into a sultry pout, seeking to attract the attention of passers-by; not human passers-by, though. Creatures of her world could only be seen by their young human Charges – HCs for short. Being such a late hour however, many Elhamites were out and about, their daily duties completed once their Charges were tucked away in bed. Usually, they would retire to Elham at the end of the day to wait until their charge called them forth again. Not that they merely sat around waiting, no. There would have been parties, wine, scrumptious foods, dancing, and sex – lots of sex. Whisp would have lured someone pretty – maybe more than one someone – to her bed for a private party where she would have them service her until she felt sated. Unfortunately, going to Elham was dangerous now. If you didn’t find somewhere safe to hide, you became easy prey for Hellion; and hiding didn’t always save you. Thankfully, the warlocks had come up with a solution. Warlock magic worked differently. While the magic of other creatures from Elham could stir small ripples within the human world, warlock magic could create tsunamis. So, it was the warlocks who had created the hidden safe havens; hotels, bars, clubs – all invisible to a human’s eye. In fact, warlocks could even interact with humans, could make themselves seen by more than just their Charge. No one knew why or how, and if the warlocks knew, they weren’t sharing – though they were certainly arrogant about it. Whisp thought it may be something to do with the fact that warlocks were always imagined as human – or at least, part human. For this reason, warlocks found it much easier to remain among humans without Vita Dust supplies. And for that reason, warlocks were excellent clients for Whisp. They were insatiable and highly energetic, so they were always looking for a good time. And Whisp was happy to oblige. Getting into a warlock’s good books could be quite advantageous, seeing as warlock’s pretty much owned and ran every Elhamite business concealed in the human world. Whisp had connections everywhere, and through one of those connections, she’d picked up her second job as a dancer in the prestigious nightclub, Ignite. When she proved her prowess at the promiscuous, she’d quickly been promoted to star dancer with her own show and a list of regular clients longer than her arm. It wasn’t the most reputable job, perhaps, but Whisp didn’t care. She loved it. Like her other job, she reveled in the power of holding an entire audience in her thrall, their eyes glued to her every move. In that moment, she knew she could ask anything of them and they’d give it to her, no hesitations. Liodan, the owner of Ignite, gave her free reign. He didn’t care what she did as long as it was profitable for business.

Whisp took great pride on her work. She always chose her clients carefully and was not afraid to turn someone down if they didn’t meet her standards. From a single glance, she could ascertain those worthy of her attentions; those who would send her soaring, bring her to the brink of heaven and send her crashing through the doors. Whisp sighed. Gathering her composure, she straightened her shoulders, fluffed up her strawberry blonde hair and pushed her chest out. She needed someone amazing tonight, someone who wouldn’t tire easily. Her eyes caught sight of a stunningly beautiful elf. His long, silver-spun hair shone, soaking up moonbeams and weaving them among the strands. Elves were cunning creatures who, despite their flawless and angelic looks, liked to play rough. Whisp smirked as she gave him the once over.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” She spoke in a low, husky voice and the elf stopped short as he turned towards her.

His gaze darkened deliciously and he closed the distance between them. Whisp wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, claimed his mouth with her own. His lips were soft, silky, and his fingers gripped her small waist as he pushed his tongue past her teeth. Already, he was breathing heavily and the rather generous bulge in his pants hardened. Whisp could practically smell his lust. She broke the kiss, biting his bottom lip as she drew back. The elf gave a low growl, need lighting his eyes like a ravenous fire. Got him, Whisp thought wickedly as she took the elf’s hand and in a voice dripping with salacious intent said, “Come with me.”

The End

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