I, Sydel Lehtford, am a renowned mage. As such, I am well-acquainted with all sorts of magical creatures. Of course, this includes the dragon I had contracted as my familiar.
"Rikan."
My voice resounded over the mountainside where my mage's tower overlooked my picturesque domain. At the sound of his name, my familiar appeared by my side.
"You summoned?" Rikan asked in his deep, rumbling voice.
He had appeared in human form, as per usual. It was a common ability for familiars to be able to transform into humanoids to facilitate their service to their master. It could be quite inconvenient to summon a large familiar like Rikan indoors. He could easily knock over a whole shelf of expensive, exotic herbs with a nudge of his wings. (I may or may not be speaking from experience.) It also allowed them to act as an assistant to help take notes or even carry bags back from shopping.
Rikan's human form was something to behold. He was tall, taller than me or any human I had ever met. He lad long, black hair that trailed down past his waist and cascaded over the rippling muscles of his tan skin. Then, there were his piercing golden eyes. No, there were even more brilliant than gold. He found clothes uncomfortable, so he had on just enough to avoid being chased down by the guards in town. He wore only a black cloak the length of his body and loose pants that draped from a thick leather belt riding low on his waist. I wore the elegant (and quite comfortable) robes of my rightful position as a mage with pride. I had always been on the skinnier and fairer side, and standing next to Rikan only accentuated those features. It was difficult to imagine a way we could be more mismatched as master and familiar, but he didn't care about any of those differences. He was undyingly loyal, and I had always admired him for that.
"Could you switch over to your dragon form? I wanted to ride into town to pick up a few things."
"Of course," he replied simply and began to shift.
That transformation always captivated me. His rugged human form gradually shifted into a beautiful dragon with black scales that glistened in the amber light of dawn. I mounted him and his massive wings beat on either side of me, stirring up dust and rocks. We took off, and his flowing mane trailed along in the wind.
When we returned, I went to work reorganizing my shelves to make room for my recent purchases. It didn't take long, so I decided to take a walk to one of my favorite spots in my domain. Nearby my tower, past a garden of common herbs that I could grow in our climate, was a crystalline mountain spring that Rikan and I could use for bathing.
I quietly stepped down the path and peeked through the trees to see if he was there. As Rikan emerged from the spring, I watched the water dribble off the trunk between his legs. I worked my way up his rugged body with my eyes, following the streams of water flowing off him. He gathered his long hair in a bundle and clenched his fists over the length of it to ring it out. Each time he closed his fists, his forearms would flex. Watching his musculature shift with each minute movement was hypnotizing. He was stunning.
Only after he finished did he turn around and do a double-take in my direction. He had clearly seen me, so I didn't bother trying to duck behind a tree.
"Hey, Rikan." I awkwardly waved. "I was just passing by."
It wasn't a complete lie, but it felt like one. The spring was removed from the rest of my domain. No one ended up there unless it was deliberate. However, he didn't question me. Call it one of the perks of having an obedient familiar. I headed back to my tower, the image of his dripping body still fresh in my mind.
That image stayed there until night fell, and I was eager to put it to good use. I stripped off my robes and flung myself onto my bed, bouncing on the plush mattress. I slid open the lowest drawer on my bedside table and pulled out a bottle of homemade lube. I poured it into my hands, one each for the front and back.
This was far from the first time I had used Rikan as a source for my fantasies, so I was used to the sensation of my fingers inside me while imagining they were his. I would also imagine his hands roughly stroking my dick. I had practically trained myself to grow hard at his imaginary touch.
"Rikan," I moaned, curling my fingers against my prostate.
I suddenly felt Rikan's presence behind me and threw my head back.
"You su..." He began, partially materialized.
He trailed off as he finished materializing. He stood motionless, silently staring at my naked body. After the initial shock passed, he began to vanish again, deliberately looking away from me.
"Don't go!" I frantically commanded.
I could see Rikan's silent contemplation in his face. Ultimately, he stayed.
"Watch me."
I bent over on all fours, spreading my cheeks to put myself on full display for him. My heart was pounding in my chest. As much as I had fantasized about this moment -- about Rikan standing over me as I bore everything to him, the real thing was so much more exciting.
I worked my ass hard with my fingers, stretching it wide as I imagined him tearing his pants off right then and mounting me with that big and beautiful cock of his. I moaned his name over and over, not bothering to stifle a single sound that came out of me. I was so hard and stroking myself so furiously, so it was no surprise I came quickly and powerfully. I squirted into my hand, shaking as the sticky ropes coated my palm.
I peeked back at him, and my heart leaped. Rikan's hungry eyes were fixated on my puckering asshole. My eyes wandered down to the unmistakable, massive bulge testing the integrity of his pants.
"Did you enjoy the view?"
My voice seemed to snap him out of his daze. He met my eyes for a moment. Then his gaze began darting between my body and his dick. The previous hunger flickered between confusion and panic. He vanished without me even having time to dismiss him.
The next morning, during my usual rounds about the garden, I instinctively called for Rikan before thinking about how he would react.
"You summoned?" He appeared with a calm expression on his face, uttering his usual subservient line.
"Could you carry this basket to the storage room? The big one in the basement." I tried to mirror his attitude.
"Of course." And he did as I asked, efficiently and obediently as always.
Neither of us talked about what happened, but he had become cautious about avoiding another encounter. He had stopped bathing in the nearby spring and started appearing outside the door when I summoned him from my bedroom. I barely lasted a week before I felt starved of him. We were in my brewing lab when I decided to make a move. The last time had been an accident, but now I wanted to show him I wanted him.
"Rikan, could you grab the wolfbane extract from the top shelf?"
I quietly slipped around my desk. As he went to grab it, I reached around his waist and caressed his dick through his pants.
"Sydel--" He gasped and grabbed my hand. Hearing him say my name only turned me on more. He turned to me with a flustered expression I had only seen the night he watched me. "I can't. I can't touch you. I'm meant to serve you, nothing more."
"You don't have to touch me." I dropped to my knees and nuzzled his clothed dick, trailing the length of it with kisses. I could feel his dick twitch each time my lips made contact. I looked up at him, my face still buried in his crotch. "Just let me have you."
He gripped the side of the table but didn't push me away. His eyes were changing back to that hungry gaze. I pulled off his pants, and his cock slapped against his stomach. I licked all over his head as I stroked the length of his cock. I could feel him growing harder and harder in my hands. I could barely wrap my hands around him while he was soft, let alone when he was fully erect. I pulled my head away for a moment simply to admire it. He thrust into my hands as if telling me to start again. I was happy to oblige.
I started working my way down his shaft with my mouth until I had taken enough that there was only room left for one of my hands. My mouth was already full of his meat, but I hadn't taken it all yet. I bobbed my head up and down, compensating for what I couldn't take with my hand. But he wanted more.
I felt a hand grasp my hair, and he ungracefully rammed himself down my throat. I gagged as his massive cock forced its way deeper inside me. I struggled to breathe, but I never stopped moving my tongue. I wanted to taste all of him -- however I had to do it. Soon, he was shoving the entire length of it in and out of my head with each thrust.
I was so focused on sucking him, I had completely ignored my own dick dripping in my pants. As I watched his massive cock slip in and out of my lips and feel it stretch out my throat, I couldn't help myself. I slipped my pants down with my now free hands and began jerking myself off. My saliva and his precum slipping out of my mouth dribbled onto my dick, making it even wetter.
