A very impish morning

You rub your eyes. The sun was bleeding softly through the curtains, the nearby song of birds cutting through the silent morning. You stretch and roll onto your back, letting out a yawn. It's a nice Saturday morning, with nothing requiring you to get out of bed early. You enjoy the relaxed quiet when something stirs besides you. You turn your head and smile, seeing the bundle besides you stir. A head was covered by a mess of pitch black hair, only barely discernible in the twilight of the room. As the head turned the face underneath became visible. Its crimson tint provided a sharp contrast, standing out much sharper when framed by the darkness of the hair. It was a cute round face, with large eyes, a cute button nose and slightly puffy cheeks. The owner of the face rolled onto their back, stretched and yawned just like you, except the yawn was much bigger, opening the mouth in its entire. A pair of small hands rubbed the eyes, which then opened. While the sclera were a human white the irises were the same crimson as its skin, and black pupils in the center. The face turned towards you and a smile appeared.

"Mmm... good morning, master." a purring voice told you.

The creature was an imp. Specifically, your imp. Like any wizard worth his wand you had a familiar. But where a vast majority of wizards prefer animals, you had chosen a different route. Animals like cats and birds were the numbers one and two, but unlike what many people (and a worrying number of wizards) think, a large number of animals can qualify for familiars. Most mammals do, as well as just about any type of bird. Mammals are often animals that can at least partially live indoors, so while cats, dogs, birds and certain rodents are popular, and bats have a devoted following. Certain reptiles like snakes are uncommon but not unheard of, and a few have familiars like monitor lizards. Fish are also an option, but those are almost exclusively chosen by wizards who live by the seaside, if not at sea. This is mostly a practical issue: when on land something like a manta ray can't do much. For the same reason porpoises are not chosen often. Small animals have their use but the smallest are rarely chosen: the one wizard who took the world's smallest shrew, about an inch and a half long, as their familiar mostly did it to see if he could in the folly of his youth. A rule of thumb is the larger the animal the mightier the wizard has to be to acquire one as a familiar: there are less than a handful of wizards who have taken an elephant, and each is a master of the arcane arts in their own right. There are whispers of one who has chosen a whale, but that wizard is spoken of in the same hushed words as sailors speak of sea monsters. For most wizards a large dog is the limit, and few can pick something larger like a horse or a bear.

Imps, however, are a different story. Instead of picking an animal to bond with (often a childhood pet), imps are made by their wizard in a ritual. Unlike creatures like homonculi who are beings of clay and blood, shaped by the wizard's hand, imps are creatures of pure magical power. The ritual to create one is a lot like the one to bind a familiar, but instead of connecting with a creature one is made from the magical signature of the wizard. This creates a being that is almost the signature of the wizard, with a body and a mind of a kind that the wizard finds agreeable. Whether this is something that the wizard wants or needs is a coin flip: imps can be anything from sycophants, servants, research partners, teachers, friends, parental figures or the kind that'll put a foot in your ass if you keep procrastinating. Imps have a few perks over an animal companion: they have opposable thumbs and the dexterity to use their hands, which allows them to do simple tasks like grabbing objects and handing them off without dropping or damaging them. And while all familiars are intelligent and can speak, the humanoid appearance of an imp makes it easier for a person (either their wizard or someone else) to relate to them. One downside is that imps are a bit more frowned upon when taken into public unlike a cat, dog or bird. And another issue is that, well...

Wizards with imps have the stereotype that they fuck their familiars.

They're humanoid, standing about three foot tall, and have builds that make them look like oversexualized humans. They might be the size of children, but they are built in ways that most adults can only dream of. They are agreeable to their wizard's requests and have a connection to them even close than that of a life-long spouse. They often have thick, shapely asses, nicely curved hips and the female ones have busts that would give a non-magical humanoid major back pains. It is claimed that these features paired with eager and wet holes makes for quick and easy sexual relief for their wizards, who frequently use their imps as sex toys so they can continue with their studies afterwards. Of course, none of this is true and a wizard is about as likely as they are to fuck their imp familiar as they are to fuck their animal familiar.

But yes, you do frequently fuck your imp like the dirty little cockslut that she is, but that's just a coincidence.

The imp moved her arm, pulling the sheets off of her chest. This revealed her ample breasts, the skin a crimson red with slightly darker areolae. She preferred to sleep in the nude, her magical body protecting her from the cold. She caught you looking and grinned a mischievous grin, holding her arms out to you. You answer her by taking her into your arms and pulling her close, pressing your lips against hers. She giggled before putting her hands on the back of your head and kissing you deeply, a perfect waking up kiss for a lazy Saturday morning. She squirmed and rubbed her body against yours, touching the skin of your chest. You slept in just boxers, so there was plenty for her to touch. When the two of you eventually broke your kiss she gasped softly, eagerly anticipating your next move.

"Good morning, Holly." you told her. Sure, it's not the first thing you'd think of when naming an imp, but it seemed like a fitting name, and she liked it.

"So early in the morning and already so eager to kiss... it's almost as if you feel like you've been missing out on something." Holly cooed. She always called you master in private, especially when you are having or are about to have sex. It was as much of a term of endearment as it was an affirmation of your relationship. She liked seducing you, but most of the time that came down to her making clear to you that she wanted to fuck, and you were always quick to indulge her. You ran your hands over the soft skin of her back, eliciting a shudder from your little imp.

"Well, am I?" you asked with a smile, gently touching your imp with your fingertips. As easy it was for her to get you interested, it was even easier for you to turn Holly on; even the smallest physical stimulation got her hot and bothered.

The imp bit her lip. "Well, it has been a while since we last did it, so we have some catching up to do." she proposed, eager for you to take initiative. For the two of you "a while" had a different meaning than for normal people: it had been four days for you because you had been busy. But now you had all the time in the world to "catch up", and Holly was eager to please and be pleased.