Later that night...

As you lie in your room, you hear something scrape against the window. Huh, you must need to trim that tree.

The scrape comes again, this time accompanied by a rumbling voice and a looming shadow in the moonlight. "Open the window, I can't hover forever."

Of course! Why were you expecting a darkness dragon to be expected in the daytime, or for that matter to have to be delivered? You hurry over to the window and open it. Unfortunately, only the bottom slides up, so there's no way he could fit through the gap...

"I'm sorry, you'll have to use the door."

"No, I won't." Thick black smoke pours in through the window, forming up in the centre of your room, twisting into the shape of a dragon... and then it's not smoke, it's your stud, wisps of darkness playing around him.

"Don't be so surprised, you ordered a magical creature."

You step out of the moonlight and sit down on your bed, looking him over. Every square inch of him is black, from the obsidian-like talons to the void-like eyes and twisted black horns. Even his cock is black, eleven inches of hard, ridged pleasure the colour of night. Perfectly fitting, for a darkness dragon.

"Well? I take it you ordered me for pleasure, not just so you could see what a dragon looks like?"