Tabitha the Witch: Summoning a Lover in the Blizzard
Deep in the ancient woods, Tabitha’s cabin glowed with candlelight as the blizzard howled outside. Snow lashed the windows, sealing her in a cocoon of winter silence. The beautiful witch, with long raven hair and curves that begged to be worshipped, paced restlessly. Her body ached with unspent desire—magic pulsed through her veins, making every nerve sing with need.
She could no longer ignore the heat pooling between her thighs. Tabitha stood before her altar, naked except for a sheer black robe that clung to her full breasts and hard nipples. She lit a circle of crimson candles, their flames dancing violet as she began the forbidden incantation.
“By moon and storm, by fire and flesh, I summon thee—strong, willing, insatiable. Come to me, my perfect lover. Fill me until dawn.”
The air crackled with power. Wind rattled the cabin, then stilled. A swirl of silver mist rose from the center of the room, coalescing into a tall, muscular man—broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, eyes glowing faintly with the same violet as her magic. He wore nothing but shadows that clung to his thick, already-hard cock like living silk.
“You called, my witch,” he said, voice deep and resonant, sending shivers down her spine. “I am yours to command… and to take.”
Tabitha stepped forward, letting her robe fall away. Her skin glowed with ethereal light as she pressed her body to his. “No commands,” she whispered, fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest down to grip his throbbing shaft. “Just fuck me like the storm outside—hard, deep, endless.”
He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the fur rug before the roaring hearth. Tabitha wrapped her legs around him as he lowered her, his thick cock pressing against her slick entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her magically-enhanced pussy to its limits. She cried out in ecstasy, nails digging into his back as sparks of violet light danced along their joined bodies.
He fucked her relentlessly—slow, deep strokes turning into frantic pounding. Every thrust sent waves of magical pleasure rippling through her core. Tabitha’s tits bounced with each slam, her moans echoing like a spell. “Yes—harder! Fill me with your essence!”
He flipped her onto all fours, gripping her hips and driving into her from behind. His cock hit places no mortal man could reach, the magic amplifying every sensation. Tabitha rubbed her swollen clit furiously, her first orgasm crashing over her like a thunderclap—her walls clenching around him, milking him as she screamed his name.
He didn’t stop. He pulled out only to turn her again, lifting her legs over his shoulders and plunging back in. Their bodies glowed brighter, the room filled with the scent of sex and ozone. “Take every drop,” he growled, and with a final, earth-shaking thrust, he came—hot, thick jets of enchanted seed flooding her womb, the magic making her climax again instantly, her body trembling in endless waves of pleasure.
They collapsed together, still connected, his cock twitching inside her as the blizzard raged on outside. Tabitha smiled lazily, tracing runes on his chest. “The storm won’t end for days,” she purred. “And neither will we.”