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?"
