Journal Entry #1

As I write this, I have now been in Seradyne for 12 days. In such vibrant, realistic worlds, it's easy to be drawn in and forget about reality, so Muse suggested I keep a diary, to record my experiences and to remind myself that there is a real world out there, a real world in which I am Mike Evans, a shy, nerdy virgin. I'm honestly not sure I ever want to go back to that world. Mike Evans may be a virgin, but in this world I am Baron Robard Stannac, and apparently I have a reputation as quite the ladies man.
I am discovering more about this world every day, and it is constantly revealing new secrets. Just last week for instance, I travelled to the distant trading town of Blackburne and right there, in the middle of the town square was a marble statue of my grandfather. He looked about thirty years younger, and wore a look of confident superiority that I'd never seen in real life, but it was definitely him. The plaque upon the statue's base said that he was a travelling merchant of some renown.

Every day I am learning more about my magical powers, and finding more uses for them. Muse has been a great help in this regard, training me in the use of spells, charms and even brewing magical potions. In this world, she acts as the tutor to my second and third daughters and my youngest step-daughter. Despite looking like a woman in her mid-twenties, my wife, Liathil is actually nearly a century old. I am her fourth husband. Together, we have had a son and four daughters, but she also has three sons and eleven daughters from previous marriages, making me a step-father to fourteen children. Most of these step-children are grown-up and have struck out on their own, however, the three youngest stepdaughters and the youngest stepson still live on my rather extensive lands, in their own manor houses.

My greatest source of fascination, however, is not this world, or my magical powers, or even my children, it is my wife, Liathil. So far I have learned that despite her cool demeanour, she is very warm and loving when it comes to her family. She shows great affection for all her children, and for me. We have had sex over a dozen times since I have been in this world. She doesn't particularly like living in the country, and often complains of being bored, so she spends most of her time, energy and magical powers on her favourite hobby: fashion. I have noticed that she prefers wearing dresses and long skirts to anything else, although she will wear pants on occasion. She makes all of her own clothes using magic. This allows her to create garments such as the leaf-dress she was wearing the day I entered this world. Liathil takes most of her inspiration from nature, and the things in the natural world that she finds beautiful. So far, in addition to the leaf-dress she has worn: a figure-hugging dress made out of pure mist that was just thick enough to preserve her modesty, a long gown made of pure-white swan's feathers, a skirt-and blouse ensemble where the skirt was made of dancing flames and the blouse was made of ice, which would melt, and flow down over her breasts like a miniature waterfall obscuring her nipples, and many others, including my personal favourite, an elegantly-cut dress with a plunging neckline that was made of some kind of light-blue crystal. It looked like crystal, and was hard to the touch, but behaved like fabric, catching the wind and rustling as she moved.

After lunch yesterday I was cornered by my wife. She had a look of admonishment on her face, but it was tinged with worry.
"Are you okay, my sweet." She asked.
"I'm fine, my love. Everything is fine." I replied. Actually, it was more than fine, it was wonderful.
"Really, everything? I think we both know that's not true. I'm worried about you, dear." She said, concerned.
"What are you worried about?" I asked innocently.
"I think you know." She replied, looking deeply into my eyes, when I remained silent she breathed a deep sigh. "Maybe you don't know, but how could you not have noticed it? I've noticed it."
"Noticed what?" I pressed.
"Oh come on. You haven't been the same for weeks. I've noticed it when we're fucking. You used to attack me like a voracious wild animal, now you're as docile as a house-cat. I noticed you staring at me all through lunch." That was true, she looked beautiful today, in a low-cut dress made of silk that slowly changed colour, gradually moving through all the colours of the rainbow, plus pink, gold, black and silver. By her standards it was a very conservative look. It was at least made of normal fabric, and not some odd material. Even so, it looked stunning, I could barely keep my eyes off her, and she'd noticed. Liathil continued to speak.
"There was a time when, instead of just staring at me, you would have used your magic to teleport us somewhere private, then ripped my dress off with your teeth and fucked me for hours. Now, you just sit there, shyly. The only times we've had sex in the last two weeks is when I initiated it. I know I can be imposing sometimes, but I'm your wife. If you want to fuck me, just do it." This is a problem. As Mike Evans, I'm shy, nervous and inexperienced when it comes to having sex, but this man I've become, Robard the Baron is a husband and lover.
"Does this have something to do with that woman you brought home, the tutor?" Liathil asked.
"What? Of course not?" I replied. She remained silent for a few seconds, deep in thought.
"Okay, I trust you. Just remember the agreement we made. I told you, I'm fine with you fucking as many human women as you want, just don't fuck any elves. I was thinking maybe that woman you brought home had somehow corrupted you, made you want a proper relationship with her instead of just sex, but if you say it's nothing then I'll take your word for it." That was news to me. Apparently me and my wife are in an open relationship, well, kind of.

That night I told Muse what Liathil had said; she didn't think it was anything to worry about. I decided to put my wife to the test, to see if she'd been telling the truth. That night I went to the tavern in the nearby town, found the prettiest serving girl, took her upstairs and fucked her in the ass. I came home late, with the serving girl's scent all over my clothes. Liathil didn't even mention it. Acting on her advice from earlier, I initiated. I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back and throat-fucked my wife with my massive dick. I used my magic to stop myself from cumming too soon, eventually going off like a cannon all over her face. She seemed to enjoy it immensely.
"See, now that's what I'm talking about. Now I feel like I have my husband back." That night I slept deeply, the warmth of my wife's body more than making up for the chilly winter's night.

In summary, I am greatly enjoying my time in Seradyne. I have no immediate plans to return to the real world. I might get bored of this place after a decade or two, we'll see. I don't know when I'll write another entry in this journal, I may be busy, but I'll find time for it at some point. For now, I have a life to live in Seradyne.