FoxWriter
Cluster
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2011
- Location
- in the realm of lust and seduction
It was a cool calm day on the muggle streets of London, people milled about on the black market district and whores lined the street trying to attract the locals for a night of fucking for money. One whore in particular stood out amidst the crowd. He was tall and lanky, thin but not skinny, and well muscled with long muscles that flexed and flowed when he moved. He was like a sleek snake or a large panther, all muscle but graceful. Dangerous and beautiful. His eyes where an emerald green that sparkled in the light, his hair an inky jet black that hung in graceful waves down to his lower back, beads and feathers hanging in long braids.
His skin was a milky pale color that gleamed beautifully in the snow, long black leggings running down his smooth hairless legs ending at the ankle to show off the black high heals that he was wearing, the straps keeping them firmly in place around his ankle. A black skirt did little to hide anything, the leggings barley hiding the fact that he was wearing no underwear. He was wearing a black tube top, also held in place with long straps and buckles that made him look utterly sexy. He raised a long slender arm and took a long drag of a cigarette, flicking his bangs out of his eyes to reveal a lightning bot shaped scar on his forehead.
Harry potter, was a whore on London's street, and had been for six years. He had found himself inexplicably inhuman on his sixteenth birthday, when he turned out to be an incubus. A creature that fed on sex and lust, he was almost immediately shunned by the entire school, Dumbledore looking on with pity in his gaze, but no mercy. When the Dursleys found out, they kicked him out with only his wand and Hedwig, barley any clothes on his back to try to fend for himself. He had turned to the Weasley's for help, and they refused him because of what he was. So he had left the wizarding world with a broken heart and a hurt soul and made his living on the streets of London.
He was Twenty two now, and living life as he pleased, how he pleased. He got plenty of money and meals working as a whore and he was fine with the way that he was living, blowing out a long stream of smoke as his emerald eyes looked for a target to ensnare, smirking a little. He didn't even need his wand anymore to perform magic, he had broken it and ditched it two years ago, he could ensnare innocent muggles with just a glance of his eye, though he preferred not to do that. It was easy enough to get meals with just his gorgeous looks, and he was about to get a customer that would change his life forever.
His skin was a milky pale color that gleamed beautifully in the snow, long black leggings running down his smooth hairless legs ending at the ankle to show off the black high heals that he was wearing, the straps keeping them firmly in place around his ankle. A black skirt did little to hide anything, the leggings barley hiding the fact that he was wearing no underwear. He was wearing a black tube top, also held in place with long straps and buckles that made him look utterly sexy. He raised a long slender arm and took a long drag of a cigarette, flicking his bangs out of his eyes to reveal a lightning bot shaped scar on his forehead.
Harry potter, was a whore on London's street, and had been for six years. He had found himself inexplicably inhuman on his sixteenth birthday, when he turned out to be an incubus. A creature that fed on sex and lust, he was almost immediately shunned by the entire school, Dumbledore looking on with pity in his gaze, but no mercy. When the Dursleys found out, they kicked him out with only his wand and Hedwig, barley any clothes on his back to try to fend for himself. He had turned to the Weasley's for help, and they refused him because of what he was. So he had left the wizarding world with a broken heart and a hurt soul and made his living on the streets of London.
He was Twenty two now, and living life as he pleased, how he pleased. He got plenty of money and meals working as a whore and he was fine with the way that he was living, blowing out a long stream of smoke as his emerald eyes looked for a target to ensnare, smirking a little. He didn't even need his wand anymore to perform magic, he had broken it and ditched it two years ago, he could ensnare innocent muggles with just a glance of his eye, though he preferred not to do that. It was easy enough to get meals with just his gorgeous looks, and he was about to get a customer that would change his life forever.