The dreams always started the same way, with a phantom touch and melodic voice he was only half aware of that grew to a slow caress and eventually covered his whole body. It was hard to describe the sensations, given he was in an altered state of consciousness. But try as he might he couldn't ever seem to wake himself up, every struggle to do so would only intensify the soothing caresses and reassuring coos and whispers that eventually left him prone and pliable for her.

She called herself Serafina, and rather than appearing there herself she seemed to only speak into the dream he was having. Or perhaps he dreamed as a response to her voice from outside, he wasn't sure. In the mindscape of his dreams he would imagine what she looked like, his brain trying to blend various features he found attractive in a woman, with the result being that she often changed looks over the course of the dream and sometimes was only a semi-defined feminine shape in his mind's eye.

But while he only imagined her appearance, her voice, touch and presence were far more real. She would speak with him at length sometimes, and he could feel his mouth move in his sleep as he replied.

More often he would feel her Lips upon his own before she would slowly move them and her hands down over his chest and belly, exposing him to the cool night air until she reached his manhood, which by then would have been engorged for some time from her constant caresses.

From there would come more phantom petting, gentle suckling sensations on his skin and tingling pleasures that would progress until they boiled over into truly wet dreams. She did these things, she claimed, simply because she liked him, liked fondling him and giving him pleasure, and offered no further explanation. Yet when he did awake he didn't usually find much evidence of the nocturnal emission aside from sweat. He didn't have to ask to know that she was responsible for that, albeit consuming semen didn't help him guess what she could be, as many mamono were known to have a taste for it even if their diet didn't need or normally include it. He found himself pondering yet again just what she could be.

A ghost? No. Visions from being possessed by one of them were not restricted to dreams, and the images would retain a consistent appearance matching that of the ghost herself. They would probably be more random and smuttier than what he had experienced, namely making out, petting, along with hand and blow jobs too.

A succubus? Unlikely. The orgasms she gave him were good but hardly supernatural. Indeed, he was pretty sure his visitor had never actually had sex with him, only used her hand and mouth, kissed and cuddled with him. From what he had heard succubi tended to ride their lovers all night, the sex being so good that they were not shy about revealing their true nature to the enraptured man in mid-coitus. Plus if a succubus came to like a man as much as he believed Serafina liked him, she would usually take him back home with her to love at her leisure.

A nightmare? Possibly, but while Serafina could certainly be dominating and was very seductive, she still didn't seem to fit what he had heard of nightmares. These mysterious relatives of centaurs were said to in some mystical way actually put themselves into the dreams of their prey/lovers, and usually maintained a chosen appearance. In contrast he always had the impression that Serafina was a completely outside presence, not a bit of her mind invading his dreams, only her voice and touch.

So confusing...

And suddenly, there she was. The presence in his bed, the sensations upon his body. He belatedly realized he had drifted off to sleep while thinking things over, and now hovered in that state of altered-consciousness she put him in, unable to wake up or open his eyes and yet more aware than he was in normal sleep. Frustrations built in him but were soothed into nothingness within seconds at the gentle hushing coos of her voice.

“Van...”

Her voice... it was so beautiful, so enchanting and sexy...

“Van?..."

It was without doubt the most lovely voice he had ever heard. More than that, it had a hold on his mind and body. He was quite certain that if she was using any enchantment or other magic on him it had to carried by her voice. But he didn't care, she only used it to soothe and tease him after all. And keep him asleep he supposed.

“Van, can you hear me?"

"Y-yes..." he stuttered unsteadily in his sleep. Though she had visited him for weeks something about her still often made him feel like a young teenager again, ever anxious about saying the wrong thing to a girl. He relaxed considerably when he heard her musical Laugh.

“You should see the adorable face you just made, at least I know you're happy to have me in your bed again, but even so... you seem troubled by something."

He marveled at how she could read him so easily. "It was... kind of a tough day, worse than usual actually. I don't know how much Longer I can stay in the village, and I'm not sure what to do about it."

“Then for now let me take your worries away..." Her voice felt like it was caressing him as much as her body was, and her tone had turned seductive and breathy. He knew what that meant.

He tried to speak, wanting to demand some answers for once, “Wai-t I have- ah! Questions! Se-sera- ah, ahhah!"