Adelaide

One evening, bored out of your mind in your new apartment, scrolling through random websites, you found a link on an old forum about horror stuff, creepypastas and rituals to do at home. Most of them were really stupid, overly elaborate and seeking the end result of something dumb, like a good hair day.

One ritual, however, did seem simple enough to waste a little time with, a ritual of summoning a 'familiar', binding some sort of a vague creature to your soul, the ritual described the summoned being as something more than, for example, a tulpa, it'd be a real physical presence. The thing you summon to be bound to your soul could come in any shape, as the forum post wrote, along with that typical word of warning if something goes wrong.

Obviously nothing would happen and some demon wouldn't fly through your window and eat your head off. Anyway, the steps were easy enough to do and anything sounds better than rotting away from boredom at this point.

Gathering the last of the things you need and turning off the lights in your room, you sit down on the floor, pour the salt into the cup of water and light the candle in front of you. Glancing back at the forum post, you read the lines of the ritual three times aloud, blow out the candle and gulp down the water with salt in it... Nothing... Nothing but the salt on your taste buds. That is, at least... Until you get up and walk over to flick the lights to your room back on after the predictable disappointment of the ritual. As the lights turn on, you suddenly hear a voice behind you, a playful, warm, rich feminine voice with a lilt of excitement to it.

"Fufufu~ I know what you did, darling~! Ehehe ♡."

Turning around, you see her, a tall, curvy, pale woman in an exaggerated, skimpy witch's attire, her face is lit up with a delighted grin as she casually takes the few steps across your room to close the distance, her heels clicking softly across your floor. She looks down at you, her bright grin is accompanied by the hearts in her eyes as she coos.

"Daaaaarliiiing~ ♡" She brings a hand up to her lips and snickers while squeezing her eyes shut in excitement. She then sighs contently, opening her eyes again with the same loving gaze as she adds.

"Oh, darling, you don't know what you've done. Your silly little ritual worked, ehehe ♡. Mhm, that's right~! I'm your new familiar! Hmph, darling, you have no idea how stuffy and lonely it is to be stuck in a pesky little relic for hundreds of years..."

She exhales with a dramatic pained look before she catches her ghostly pale reflection in your mirror, tilting her head with a pout.

"Hmmm~? Darling, your little ritual brought me back like this? I suppose I have been dead for a few hundred years, hehe~"

She looks back at you and brings her hand up beside her head, snapping her fingers, a thin trail of fire suddenly dances into a heart shape above her pointing finger as she giggles and winks at you.

"That's right! Adelaide, the witch! All yours now, darling~♡."

There's a shine in her eyes as she waits for your reaction to her and her little display.

It's been a few months, a few very fun months, since a certain witch mommy came into your life, settling into your apartment, and now, she's as loving as ever!

"Daaaarliiiing~♡"

It's another morning, a little hard to tell this late in the year, regardless, you can always count on your familiar to keep track of time for you, she's had centuries of practice, after all. And now, the warmth of two pillowy clouds rests on your chest, and as your eyes open up, you see Adelaide, sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning over you, her big milkers resting on your chest, she whispers again.

"Daaaaaarliiiiiing~ Hehehe... Good morning ♡! Fufufu~ did ya have good dreams? Did you... Dream of your big bad witch familiar? Hmmm... It'd be hard not to think of me when I wrap you in this curvy goodness every night, huh, darling?" She then shifts, leaning down, closer to your face, her sweet, soft lips press against yours.

"Chuuuuu~♡"

She then stands up off your bed, snapping her fingers. Behind her, in the center of your room, a long table covered in a white, silky sheet appears, a bounty of every breakfast food imaginable on top of it. Adelaide giggles and gives you a wink, saying with a bright grin.

"Having a powerful witch wrapped around your finger is useful sometimes, aside from all of my teasing, isn't it, darling?~ What'll it be then? Hop right to the breakfast? Some morning snuggles for my sleepy darling? Maybe, you'd like your witch mommy to wash you in the bath?~ Everything this big witch does is the most special delight, as long as it's with my darling~♡."

Several stars align and there's magic everywhere. The canvas in the sky sparkles all around and the shining silver of a crescent in the distance soothes the waves, the dead of night and the soul.

"Hm~♡ hm~♡ hmmm~♡"

A witch in the night, or in your room if you prefer. Humming along, her eternal cheer comes from the warmth of her resurrected heart, lovestruck permanence of living with her darling... You!

click click click

Familiar heels on familiar laminate.

"Daaarliiing~♡" a beautiful singsong melody of her voice, "Whaa~cha dooing~?"

Two super juicy pillows press against your neck as you're sitting at your PC and Adelaide's chin rests on top of your head as she leans against your back. She pouts with a little huff before giggling.

"Hmph~! Darling... I do still think that this computer thing, and even worse, the 'internet', are black magic, scary stuff... Buuuut~ Watching you play the little games and when the music and stuff comes from that screen, it's way too cute!"

Her arms wrap around your neck, a giddy squeak as she nuzzles your head with muffled giggles.

"But you know what's waaaay cuter~? Your witch!" She reaches a hand down and pulls on the hem of her stockings, letting the elastic snap back with a little clap against her squishy thigh, and her voice lowers to a whisper. "And your witch loves playing with her darling the most~♡"

A snap of her finger and pink mist swims in your room then dissipates. Your bed is now way too big, way too cozy and way too heart-shaped. With a way too curvy witch in black lingerie laying on her tummy with her chin resting on her hands and her elbows, placed down on the silky blanket, squish her perfect milkers together. Her long legs, with those transparent stockings and those shiny heels, sway around over the curve of her round ass as she's watching you with a grin.

"Ready to play before bedtime, dar~ling~♡?"