I awaken from a deep sleep at the sound of my door creaking open. My eyes struggle to see through the abnormal darkness as I search for the source. The surrounding shadows trick my vision with false movement and mental taunting. To my right, my robe appears as a ghastly gray apparition as it hangs on my bathroom door, startling me. In front of me, the mirror reflects my frightened self as I cover my naked body with my comforter. To my left, the trees rake their branches across my window like skeletal fingers. I cover myself, repeating a mantra, “It’s just in my mind.”

Suddenly, my lone candle lights in the corner, highlighting a shadowy figure before me at the foot of my bed. I cower under the sheets, hoping they don’t see me, cursing myself for the absurdity of the thought. As I hide my breath, holding it for the sake of my life, I hear the figure slowly walk next to the bed until they unexpectedly sit at my side. A calming caress of my thigh sends shivers down my spine as I curl into a ball of fright and uncertainty. 

“Shhh,” the female voice says to me, “I’m not here to harm you.”

She continues to rub my thigh as a warmth overwhelms me, calming my nerves and easing my apprehension. Slowly, I uncover my face and look at the unusually beautiful, nude, dark-haired and dark-eyed woman with light, fair skin. She bites her lower lips as she runs her hand lightly across my body. As much as I want to scream, I can’t help but wonder what’s coming. As frightened as I was, I remembered the spell I cast before the storm arrived. I wrote a plea for help, a cure for loneliness, a partner to lie beside me to protect me during the fall storm. I recall casting the paper into the fire, repeating as it burned, “Send me a companion for the night, to warm me, calm me, and satisfy me.”

The woman moves her hand to my inner thigh, sparking a ticklish delight I didn’t expect. My fears wane as the early evening summoning connects with reality. She gently, teasingly, brushes a finger across me, igniting the satisfaction I desire. 

“I am Seraphina,” she tells me. “I have answered your call.”

My fear resides as my spell becomes reality. The pleasure rising with me allows me to let go of a bated, encouraging breath. Seraphina pulls my covers down, exposing my body to her. I cover my breasts as the sheets fall to the floor, pulled by some unseen force. She smiles warmly, takes one of my hands, and massages it as she reviews it. As I watch her study my palms, the sensation of several hands deeply massaging my legs startles me. 

“It’s okay,” she tells me. She winks, “Everything is of my conjuring.”

What feels like dozens of warm hands swirl around my legs, drifting upwards, encouraging my arousal. I forgot about the impending storm and its severity as invisible fingers dance around my swollen mound. 

Seraphina looks down at me as she continues to massage my palm, watching my reaction, smiling with a self-pleasuring delight. She sets my hand down, bends down, and kisses me. Her lips invigorate my senses, electrifying every inch of my body. I feel her hand press into my delicate flower, lightly searching for the bud she ignited with her magical kiss. The dozens of ghostly hands continue to explore my body, circling and tugging at my nipples and playfully, lightly grasping at my throat. I close my eyes, pleasantly overwhelmed by the intense exploration. I feel a warm, wet press into the bud Seraphina finally discovers. I force my eyes open, fighting through a profound urge, to see her between my legs, eagerly tasting my wetness. She rolls her tongue over me, fervently pushing me to the edge only to back off with a gleeful chuckle. My breathing increases as my body trembles with an uncontrollable, bewitching, ecstasy. I feel like I’m hanging on to the edge of a joyous fall by a thread. 

Suddenly, Seraphina plunges her fingers into me, pressing into my swollenness, sending my back into a gratifying arch. She pulses her moves with the flick of her tongue as I feel myself elevating off the bed; being held up by the phantom hands as they invitingly encourage me to free my withheld rapture. I reach down, grab a hold of Seraphina's curly black hair, wanting to push her into me, desiring a release of the pressure that she’s denying me of, hoping her subtle moans are just enough to cut that impossibly tiny thread allowing me to tumble into a gratifying bliss. She let out a deep moan as she pushed into me, pressing my engorged bud from the inside as she sucked from the outside. I let out a guttural groan of tortuous fulfillment as I feel pleasure and euphoria race through me. My body shivers with excitement as Seraphina decides I’ve had enough edging. A magical, enchanting explosion of jubilation engulfs my body as I let out a scream that could wake the dead. I feel myself spasm as Seraphina stares at me with a content and purposeful gaze as she continues to drive her fingers into me, demanding every drop of my cum. I beg for relief, asking her to stop as stars swirl around my vision. I laugh with a witch's delight as clarity washes over my once worried mind. 

She wipes her conquest from her face as the ghostly hands gently lower my trembling body back to the bed. As I attempt to recover from the intensity, I feel her lie next to me, wrapping me with her arms and legs, nuzzling my neck. She caresses me, calming me, sending me back to my deep slumber, silencing the storm of fears I carry with me. I drift to sleep as she sings to me, images of the evening gliding in and out of my mind as the world drifts to comfortable darkness. 

I awake to emptiness next to me, however, the lingering warmth remains within.