A Warm Welcome

I feel a soft breeze on my face as the ground crunches beneath my feet. I am standing at the end of a long, gravel path, flanked on either side by two enormous marble statues. The path is edged by a rather imposing hedge. The sky above me is a rich blue, with a bright sun in the sky. At the end of the path is a large three-story manor house. The stones beneath my feet begin to crunch as I trudge up the path towards the house, Muse following about half a step behind. I haven't gone more than a few steps, when a thought occurs to me.

"Muse." I say, turning towards her. "Do I have any magical abilities that could get me to the house faster?"
"Almost certainly." She replies.
"How do I use them?" I ask.
"Just think about what you want to do. Not the outcome, but the specific act of doing it, take three deep breaths, and it'll happen."
"That's easier than I was expecting. Are you sure I don't need a wand or anything? I don't need to say any magic words?" I ask.
"No." Muse replies, then pauses for a moment before continuing. "Also, if it's okay with you, I think it would be best if I didn't address you as 'Master' whilst we're in this world."
"Yeah, that's fine." I reply dismissively. Honestly, it wasn't even on my mind. I'm just keen to try out some of this magic. I do as Muse instructed and visualise the house rushing towards me. I'm not moving, I'm sort of just being pulled towards the house. I take three deep breaths and everything around me begins to blur. In less than a second I'm standing on the front porch of the house, directly in front of the solid oak door. Muse is standing next to me. I guess either my spell worked on her too, or normal rules don't apply to her, even in this world. I push the door open and enter.

I am almost knocked off my feet by something charging at my legs. I look down and see a young girl with black hair hugging me around my waist.
"Papa." She cries, "You're back."
"Yes, I am little one." I reply. Looking around the room, I see a plush entrance hall. It is lit by torches on the walls, the floor is a closely-woven plum colour, and tapestries adorn the walls. A voice catches my attention.
"Master. I didn't realise you would be home so early. I trust this means your meeting went better than anticipated." The speaker is a plump man, balding, with beady brown eyes and an air of calculating shrewdness about him.
"Yes." I reply. "Ranmir is yet to be convinced, but I think he will come around, in time." The words leapt unbidden to my lips. Somehow I knew exactly what to say. I also know who this man is. This is Drath, my house steward. The girl is Vaille, my daughter. My daughter. I have a daughter. Holy crap, this world has really thrown me in at the deep end. Watching the girl now I notice that she has a more angular face than most humans, and higher cheekbones. It makes sense, I suppose, considering her mother is an elf.

A door opens at the far end of the hall and two people emerge. A quick glance at the broad-shoulders and square jaw of the male, tells me that this is my oldest son, Elrindir, but my gaze is quickly captured by the woman standing next to him. She is captivating. She has elven features, an angular face, high cheekbones and pointed ears, more pronounced than my daughter's. Standing only two inches shorter than me, she has hair of dark brown, with just a hint of red, like leaves in late autumn. It cascades down over her shoulders like a waterfall and stops halfway down her back. Her eyes are a deep forest-green. She is busty, but not buxom. Her breasts are largish and well-shaped, but not enormous. They are currently contained by a strapless dress that could only have been created by magic. It appears to be comprised of dead leaves, of a rich, vibrant red. Despite that, its cut is flattering and it looks wonderful on her. Every now and then a leaf will fall from the dress, but vanish before it hits the ground, to be replaced with another leaf, which grows out of the garment itself. The woman is bathed in firelight, making the dress shimmer and appear to be alive. Completing the image of perfection, the woman is holding a crystal goblet half-filled with a rich red wine. I smile broadly, my eyes practically popping out of my head at the sight of her. She smiles back, her red lips parting to reveal two rows of perfect white teeth.
"My dear. Four days is far too long to be parted from you." Her voice is a lilting mezzo-soprano that flows from her lips like honey. Her name comes into my mind without me recalling it. Liathil. My wife.

Her expression instantly turns fierce as she spies Muse lurking behind me. Somehow, the anger only enhances her beauty. "Who's this?" She demands, hands on her hips. "Another one of your floozies?"
Muse steps forward and announces herself.
"I understand your daughters need a new tutor. I am well-versed in the feminine arts and believe I would be well suited for the position." I almost quailed under the withering look Liathil gave me. Her expression said We'll talk about this later.
"Very well." Liathil said. "The library is upstairs, second door on the right. You can start the girls off with reading Hayger's Musings and we'll see how you go." Muse nodded and proceeded up the stairs to the library. "Elrindir." She snapped. "I would like some time alone with your father. Perhaps you can go and practice your archery in the garden." Elrindir gave me a curt nod, then departed. The second the door closed behind him, Liathil strode forward, took my face in her hands, and kissed me dearly. She slipped her tongue between my lips. It took my breath away. Sure, in this world, I'm a baron and a powerful wizard, but beneath it all, I'm still just Mike Evans, the virgin who created this world. This is the first time I've ever been kissed, and it is glorious. Her hair smells like lavender and her lips taste like cherries. It seems to last forever, but was probably no more than ten seconds.

"I've missed you." Liathil said cheekily, smiling again. "Come on." She grabs my hand and drags me along, quite abruptly. I don't even pay much attention to where we're going, I'm still in a daze from the kiss. She opens a door and I get the fleeting image of a large plush four-poster bed, before she shuts the heavy door and slams me against it. Not hard, playfully. "I get so bored when you go away on those trips of yours. There's nothing to do here. I'm so glad you're back. Now I can finally have some fun." She reaches down the front of my pants and wraps her slender fingers around my cock, which is already rock-hard. I moan with pleasure. "I knew it. You're happy to see me as well." She says, as she sinks to her knees, her dress automatically adjusting its hemline so it brushes the floor. I can't believe this is happening. This is better than any world I could've possibly dreamed up. I push my back against the wood of the door, to give me stability, as I sink into pure bliss.