Fairy Hotter and Porno-mart: A Spin-off
Disclaimer: Read the previous Fairy Hotter for all the details.
WARNING:
This is meant to revolve around sex and sexual matters. If this offends you, I'm sorry, but don't flame. I warned you. Too bad if you disregarded this treasure cove of information.
The Sexy Lord Porno-mart was now an intangible soul. He had been reduced to nothing by an "unsexy," blemished little brat and his head-giver, the renowned Professor Fuckmemore. The Sexy Lord was so distraught he had almost given up his dreams of taking of the magical school of Slutland, Snogworths.
"I only have that whimpering spy, Wormdick, to assist me," he groused, pouting his sexy lower lip out so he looked absolutely irresistible. Then he winked at the mirror. "I've still got that charm!" he crowed, putting on mascara and a pink shirt that was in style, apparently, since pink was a manly colour. He hadn't bleached it enough, though, so it was a shocking pink. He put on lipstick of the same neon shade, as he had somehow become more girlie over the years, but one of those cheap, 1980's Barbie doll girlie instead of the modern, trendy, sexy girlie.
The Sexy Lord Porno-mart was back, in his mind, sexier than ever before.
"No, my Sexy Lord, don't put away the handcuffs!" Helluvadick LeBang moaned in Azkaban. She was reliving her worst nightmare; when Lord Porno-mart hadn't done bondage with her, had instead done it slowly and sweetly, no handcuffs or whips.
The sex-mentors cackled with glee, grabbing up chains and things that looked bondage-y.
Fairy Hotter woke up, breaking out in a cold sweat. He always had a dream when Lord Porno-mart was feeling particularly horny, but this one was disturbing.
It was like the Sexy Lord was coming back.
Shaking his scarred but otherwise sexy head in denial, he went back to a fitful sleep.