MOONLIGHT HARLOT

Whisp the fairy stood on the street curb. Her wings sparkled majestically – invitingly – in the full moonlight. It was almost midnight. Cynthia, her young charge, would be sound asleep by now, drifting in the land of dreams. Well, Whisp still saw her as young, but Cynthia was growing up; almost too old for imaginary friends now. A tear threatened to spill from Whisp’s amethyst coloured eyes. In her job, she got paid by the hour. The less hours she spent with her charge, the less she got paid. Currency for her kind was called Vita Dust. It was what made them live, what gave them life in the human world. Their charges gave it to them without knowing by simply 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. Whisp knew she had had more years than normal with her latest charge. But it still didn’t make it any easier. Cynthia spent less and less time with her now and Whisp was growing fainter. She didn’t want to go. Elham, the place where her kind waited, was not pleasant. It was no man’s land, a black void, the place of nothingness. Whisp could remember when Elham had been a wonderful place, a world full of joy and happiness and literally everything one could possibly dream of. Then, a child had been born; a child of pure malevolence. With sadistic pleasure, his little head had created a monster. As soon as the boy decided he was too old for imaginary games, the monster had been sent to Elham and there it had wreaked havoc, turning the land into a desolate waste. More and more of her kind sought refuge in the human world only, it was hard to remain with no charge. 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. Her skin glowed like her wings, seeking to attract the attention of passers-by. Humans couldn’t see her of course but, being late, there was more of her own kind out and about, their daily duties having completed once their charges were tucked away in bed. She hated what she was doing, but it was the only way she could think of to ensure that she could stay here, safe in the human realm; and she was good at it.

Vita Dust was more difficult to obtain from her own kind however, with her seductive methods and fae magic, she 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. It wasn’t the act itself that Whisp loathed. No. What Whisp hated most about selling herself for Vita Dust was, she enjoyed it, relished in it. 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 just nice to be able to do something a little more risqué, a little more grown up. Even if she was getting all the Vita Dust she needed from her charge, she would more than likely still seek the promiscuous indulgence of sex. Fairy friend by day, fae harlot by night; that was her. Sometimes, when she got lucky, a client would come along who would send her soaring, bring her to the brink of heaven and send her crashing through the doors. Whisp sighed. If only it didn’t make me feel so cheap and dirty. Gathering her composure, she straightened her shoulders, fluffed up her strawberry blonde hair and pushed her chest out. She needed someone good tonight. Her eyes caught sight of an attractive Elf. His long, silver-spun hair shone, soaking up moonbeams and weaving them among the strands. Whisp smirked, pouting her pretty, red lips.

“Hey there, gorgeous.” She spoke in a low, husky voice and the Elf stopped short, turning towards her.

His gaze darkened deliciously and he closed the distance between them. Whisp wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body hard against his. Already, he was breathing heavily. Whisp could practically smell his lust. Got him, she thought wickedly.

Stepping back, she took the Elf’s hand and in a silky voice said, “Come with me.”

Copyright: CJ