Sex with Little Black Wings

Title: Sex with Little Black Wings
Author: Trickster Messiah
Summary: When a reluctant mage summons a familiar, he may get more than he's asked for but everything he's been needing. Warnings for later chapters.
My first original! I'm so nervous...

Prologue: The Summoning

It was a family tradition. At twenty years of age, the young mage was to summon a creature from one of the Other Worlds to be his or her familiar. Even in these modern times, the clan knew it was still necessary to have such a creature by their side to aid them against awol spirits and renegade demons that plagued the human world.

And on the day of his twentieth birthday, Calder knew that it was his time to partake in this long practiced right of passage but he hadn't expected this.

He gapped at the creature he had just summoned, unable to peel his emerald eyes away from the sight that lay out on the floor in front of him. He felt his knees buck, his legs had been shaking and he was sure it wasn't because of the amount of energy he had just used.

Through the square frames of his glasses, he took in the form of the naked being resting on the floor in front of him, watching as black feathery wings fluttered to fold behind the being's back. Wild but soft looking dark curls lay sloppily draped over the creature's face, exposing a thick, loose black and studded collar around the neck with a rather large sliver chain lazily trailing over the soft curvy, mound's of the body until the links connected with a matching cuff around its right wrist. He gulped as he noticed that his gaze had wandered to a similar accessory clinging to another finely sculpted part dangerously lower on the body, attached to the upper thigh like some kind of laceless garter.

"This can't be right..." he muttered to himself with a soft little chuckle, trying to figure out the punch line to this awkward joke as he watched the figure before him slowly roll up onto its hands and knees to raise itself.

Those silken locks fell slowly to drape off slender shoulders as smoldering golden irises bore into his gently, captivating him. "Master," the sound was sweet and simple that it could barely be called a voice, more like a sound that nature would make than a man. It was the wind that danced with the flower blossoms freshly plucked from the tree to allow fruit to grow. Earthly, but magical to his ears.

Calder felt spellbound, only able to watch as the heavenly being made its way closer to his, slim arms with perfect sun-kissed golden skin delicately wrapped around his neck pulling their fames together. Weakly, their mouths met, the sweetness of the warm flesh against his shocking him to gasp in the kiss.

Still stupefied, he felt something sharp puncture his bottom lip, must have been one of the creature's fangs. He stiffened when he felt a warm tongue lap at the wound and all of the blood in his body felt like it had rushed to his face in order to be taken into the winged one's mouth. He could only moan as this incarnation of sex with little black wings started to suckle on his abused flesh.

"Master," the verse was sung again as Calder felt the need to run his own fingers along the demonic tattoo made of several different dark shades of grey dancing together on the left side of his familiar's face, running from above the eyebrow to slide down the slender neck.

"But..." he started, taking control over himself once again, blinking more than necessary, "Why are you... a boy?"

[To be continued...]