Go ahead and kiss him

You reach out for him and experience your first kiss (with a man). He is just an illusion caused by the magic of this river, so you’re not really breaking your vows. Your kisses quickly change from romantic to passionate. You throw one of your armored hands on the back of his head and pull him close to you.
Your conscience is quick to cares your breasts. The leather padding of the gauntlets feels rough, but that’s fine with you. You want it rough.
You raise one of your legs and hook it behind his hips. Within seconds you grind your slit against his rod. It feels so hard and sturdy and you are so wet. His dick is quickly coated with your juices and you are making wet noises just by rubbing against him.

Your lover lays you on your back. You instantly spread your legs for him. He accepts your invitation and lays between them. Once he is there, you wrap your legs around his hips. You pull yourself close and rub your slit against his cock again. For some reason you feel like these two parts needed to be connected. Like you cannot permit them to seperate.
Despite your insistence to dry-fuck him, your lover adjusts his hips until his tip finds your opening. Your hips thrust to his, his thrust to you, and his lubricated sword easily slips inside your sheath. As you are penetrated, you feel your hymen tear. Along with the loss of your virginity, you also feel your connection with the Burning Rose break away.

You are amazed how realistic this illusion feels. Which it of course is. Even if this stream has magical potantial, it could not create a real person. Once the magic wears off and your consciousness disappears, you will find yourself a virgin still. Only with the knowledge of how sex works.

You conscience thrusts his cock into you hard and fast and you love every second of it. He makes your breasts bounce and you moan your approval. But it is not enough for you. You want more.
Eventually you can’t take it anymore. Your grab your lover and you push him to your side. You roll with him, putting him below you and yourself on top. Then you bounce on him, forcing his cock to enter you even you even harder than he could.
Your hair becomes disheveled and obscures your sight. You rub the strayed strands of red back on their place, then slide that same hand straight to your breasts. As you cares your tit it feels like a miniature orgasm runs through you.

Your lover pulls his upper body up and throws his head between your breasts. His tongue licks your nipple aggressively and sends another miniature orgasm through you. You embrace him and keep him close to your chest. He needs to cover your bosom and you need to offer it to him.
In the meantime you keep riding his dick. You punish your pussy by ramming it onto his battering ram. It is not like you want, but more like you ‘need’ to be invaded. Preferably as deeply and as personally and as hard as could be.
Finally you close your eyes, throw your head back and scream. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body and your pussy grabs his cock in a vice. For a moment you fear you would crush his dick, but then you feel it throb and shoot hot liquid inside your deepest part. Another orgasm activates and ravages you. You scream at the top of your lungs. Birds flutter away from the trees as you scare them while your pussy hungrily sucks your lovers dick and swallows as much of his seed inside your womb.

When your orgasm finally passes, you fall on your back. You gasp for air and praise yourself lucky for having stumbled onto this stream.
Was sex with a man always like this? Could this kind of pleasure be yours on a near daily bases if you abandoned the sisterhood?