A Magical Companion Prologue

I love reading the sex genie/goddess story. This is my attempt at one. A lot of the characters will be portrayed by an actress. I will change their name and tell you who they are in the intro. In my mind, I imagined Professor Garcia looking like the Porn-star, Victoria June.

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"In conclusion, the ancient Persian empire strongly influenced the cultural changes in the Arabian Gulf." The auditorium resonated with applause.

It was unusual for a Ph.D. dissertation defense to be so well attended, especially on a Friday afternoon and definitely not in boring fields such as Archaeology and Ancient History. It was perhaps curiosity that drew the crowd. After all, it was rare for a 24 year old to complete not just one but two PhDs. My supervisor, Professor Garcia, beamed in pride. The forum had many questions and I spend the next hour defending my thesis.

My name is Richard Steels. I am going to tell you an unbelievable tale. It has mystery, magic, love and a lot of sex. I am a 24-year-old British male. My family comes from old money. In fact, I am like 10th or 11th in line to the throne of England. The current ruling royal family is headed by my grandfather's brother.

I spend the last few years of my life at Harvard working on my Ph.D. I am one of those prodigies you hear about. I graduated undergrad when I was 18. In the next 6 years, I published multiple papers in the fields of Ancient History and Civilizations of the world along with Archaeology.

"I will wait for you in my office." Professor Garcia informed me as she headed out.

"Of course, I will be right there," I answered, looking at her appreciatively. I was not the only one. Let me describe her, perhaps you will understand why. She was young for an Associate Professor, only in her late 20s. Two things stood out when you see her. Her sexy long black hair and her Latina body. I don't think I need to say anything further. I have had a crush on her ever since I started at Harvard.

I knocked on her office door, then entered, locking the door behind me. I turned around and my jaw dropped open. Here was every college boy's wet dream. A sexy professor waiting for him to take her.

Her office was huge, but as was typical messy. She had an old wooden desk at the center, usually covered in piles of papers and notes. It was currently swept empty, the contents lying in a pile on the floor beside it. Her office had no windows, just some grey walls, covered with pictures of artifacts she had helped excavate. There was a rickety old office chair behind her desk and a dirty brown well-worn couch in a corner. It was isolated from the rest of the department that even loud screams would barely be heard by anyone.

Professor Garcia was sitting on her desk facing the door. Her tight fitting black skirt was pulled up. She had parted her panties to the side giving me a perfect view of her folds. Her white shirt was completely unbuttoned and her matching black bra was undone. Her voluptuous breasts and light brown nipples clearly visible surrounded by the fabric. Her long black hair lay across her right shoulder, her glasses thrown onto the floor. Her sexy lips, covered in a bright red lipstick spoke the exact words I wanted to hear:

"I was waiting for you to graduate, now that you are no longer my student, come here and fuck me." She parted her legs further apart invitingly, her fingers parting her folds. She wiggled her finger on her other hand asking me to come closer.

Faster than you can say fuck, I had dropped my pants and was in her. She giggled and covered my chest in kisses. I hugged her tightly, my groin grinding against her as I buried myself in her. A desperation had overtaken me. I wanted that sexy body and she wanted me just as desperately.

I pushed her onto the desk, our bodies rocking against each other as I fondled her breasts. Her laugh turned into a moan and then quickly into shrieks of pleasure. Damn, she was loud. It turned me on even more. I placed my hands around her sexy ass and picked her up. I quickly dropped onto the floor, pinning her between me and floor. I picked up the pace. I wasn't going to last long. She was so fucking tight. I started kissing her neck.

"I am gonna cum..." I muttered.

"Inside. Don't pull out. " She ordered. She wrapped her legs around my waist, refusing to let me pull out. I wasn't planning to anyways. I ground against her harder. I fucked her in short rapid thrusts, pulling a small bit out only before going back in. She started muttering in Spanish. I don't know what she was saying but it sounded sexy as hell. I placed a hand on top of her head, holding onto her hair roughly as I picked up the pace. I collapsed on top of her, cum dribbling out of her pussy. I was still buried in her but was shrinking rapidly.

We were both panting loudly. We stayed that way for a few minutes before she asked me:

"Ready for another round?"

I was surprised but nodded quickly. She pushed me off her and I landed on the floor on my ass. She crawled towards me on her hands and knees.

"You were an excellent student. Like a good professor, I should reward you." She said in her sultry voice. Her lips came close to the tip of my cock. She looked up at me, her brown eyes locking onto mine.

"Don't you agree?"

"Yes Professor, as you wish," I mumbled. I was speechless. She was hot and sexy, but I wasn't expecting my distinguished professor to be such a slut. Her sexy accent had turned me on and but I was still limp. She quickly took me in her mouth. Her tongue swirling around my un-erect length. She sucked hard, her cheeks forming dimples. I leaned back, resting on my hands as I let my hot Latina college professor blow me. She never broke eye contact.

"Looks like you are ready for round 2." She came off with a loud pop. She turned around and quickly mounted me in reverse cowgirl. It was a heavenly view. She was riding my dick as if it was the last cock on earth. Her sexy ass twerked as her long black hair flicked back and forth. She slid her hands across her toned abs, up and onto her breasts. She squeezed them tightly as she continued riding me. I didn't last five minutes. I doubt anyone could.

"I am gonna cum Professor, slow down... You are too good.." She looked at me, blushing at the compliment.

"I want to taste it this time." She quickly un-mounted me, kneeling in front of my erect cock with her mouth wide open. I came, spurts of cum falling on her face and tits. She desperately tried to catch as much as she could on her tongue.

Might as well try my luck, I thought. "You know Professor, the university is closed for the weekend. If you wanted to reward me properly, we should continue..."

She nodded in agreement.

Late Sunday evening...

We had slept for maybe 12 hours. Other than the time spent eating or in the toilet, we had fucked. Even when showering we fucked. Her appetite was voracious and I wasn't going to complain. If a sexy Latina hottie wanted to suck and ride my dick all weekend, who was I to argue.

Currently, I was sitting on the sofa, my one hand was wrapped in Professor Garcia sexy black hair as she bobbed her mouth up and down my cock. She was kneeling in front of me on the ground, her eyes closed as she deepthroated my 6" easily.

My phone rang for the umpteenth time. I had ignored it all weekend but this was my Grandfather and I wasn't going to ignore him. I pushed her down onto my cock, forcing her to deepthroat me and held her there by her hair. She choked and sputtered but took it like a champ.

"Hello, Grandpa."

"Richard, son, we have tried to reach you all weekend. I have some bad news. It's your parents..."

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The funeral was grand. Members of the royal family, prominent ministers, business tycoons, and even a few movie stars had arrived. I was still in shock. I had caught the first flight to London. My parents had died in an accident. They were excavating a site near Saudi. There was a storm, a, and the entire camp was destroyed. We were fortunate to recover their bodies.

While my grandfather was politically involved, his only son, my dad was an Archaeologist. He met my mum during grad school and the two often spent time in remote locations trying to learn more about our history. They were my inspiration to pursue history.

We had a private cemetery on our estate. It was a 1000 acre estate in the country. As I said, our family was rich. My grandfather had made some smart investments and we were one of the richest families in the world. One by one the guests left, I barely muttered a greeting or response to their condolences.

I was burying not two but three bodies. Apparently, my Grandpa had not taken well to the news of his son's death. By the time I arrived in London, he had died. I was devastated. In a matter of days, my entire immediate family had died. It took me a few weeks but I bounced back. Not everyone is fortunate, but I had a very supportive family. My cousins and friends supported me through the worst of times and I am ever thankful to them. I had the means to easily go down a dark path, but fortunately, I did not.

I spend the next few weeks settling back home. I was planning to visit my mother's family in France in a few days. I had initially planned to settle in the US. I had offers for multiple tenure-track positions. But plans had changed. I had accepted a position at Oxford. Professor Garcia had given me a glowing reference.

Around 9 am on Monday, I arrived at the office of one of the most prestigious law firms in the country, Areiopagos. I approached the reception but was intercepted by an older man. "Lord Steels, right this way sir." The man silently led me to a conference room. I was still getting used to being referred by my Grandfather's title but took it in stride.

They presented me with my grandparents and parents wills. I had inherited everything, obviously. We went through the meticulous paperwork. I thanked them and made my way home. What brought tears to my eyes was a gift. My parents had prepared something for my graduation gift. They were planning to give it to after my convocation. The lawyers had arranged it to be delivered to my mansion.

The next morning, a package arrived. I was having morning tea in the garden when my head butler, Charles alerted me. Charles was in his 60s and was one of my Grandfather's closest friends. He had spent his younger days adventuring with my grandpa and had afterward taken over caring for the Steels estate. He was bald and slightly overweight with a white handlebar mustache. He was like a surrogate grandfather to me.

"Sir, the package you were expecting has arrived. I have taken the liberty of storing it your private office."

"Thank you, Charles," I said as I frantically raced to my office. It was my father's old study. I had left it exactly the same in his memory. It had a rather rustic look. A few portraits from my father's time in University decorated the walls. A giant french window led to the balcony overlooking the driveway. The dark brown walls matched the dark wooden furniture. A simple desk was located in one corner, on it rested a simple PC. At the center of the room was an old table on which a map lay, showing the area where the accident happened. A few comfortable armchairs and a couch furnished the remainder of the room.

On the table next to the map was a package. Brown wrapping paper covered a parcel the size of a laptop. I tore open the package quickly and then slowed down, shocked. It was a vacuum sealed glass case. The kind we used to preserve old artifacts. Enclosed in it was a worn down damaged document. It appeared to be a few thousand years old written in one of the ancient Arabic texts.

I sat down on the couch, trying to decipher the writing. My fingers brushed across the glass surface as I tried to decipher it. It was impossible, but the words appeared clearly in my mind as I spoke them out loud. It sounded to my ears a variation of Arabic. A new symbol appeared under the phrase, in the shape of a leaf. I felt a hot burning sensation between my shoulder blades and there was a flash of bright green light behind me. The manuscript burst into bright green flames. I felt a sensation of being watched. I looked around and was met with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

Standing before me was the perfect woman. Her face would stand out in a crowd of millions. She had long dark auburn hair, so dark red that it was almost black, that fell to the small of her back, the lower curls brushing against her ass. Her heart-shaped face was framed with loose strands of hair on either side. She was wearing a silver circlet with green rubies on her head. Her skin was dark brown, similar to the tone prominent in Latin America or India. She had the perfect breast to hip to waist to ass ratio. Her waist was covered by an elaborate silver belly chain with a green ruby at the center. She was completely naked otherwise with a clean shaven pussy. At her sacrum, right before her ass cheeks parted, in the center was a leaf-shaped tattoo similar to the one on the manuscript.

I just stared at her, unable to speak. My erection was painful, pushing against my pajamas. She looked down at it, smiled knowingly. She leaped onto me. I didn't resist very hard. I mean if the most beautiful woman you ever saw jumps onto your lap naked, it's hard to resist. She quickly impaled herself on me. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grabbed my short black hair and buried my face in her bosom. Her long dark auburn hair covered my face as I fell onto the sofa.

The last thing I remember is entering her, a sweet-savory taste on my lips as I kissed her nipples, and the silky feeling of her hair on my face as I passed out.