Makaria had already decided one thing in the moments while Freyr seemed to be returning back to her from whatever great heights he had reached: she was doing this with him again, and she was going to hear the way he said her name like that again.
He was resting against her, but Makaria couldn't resist the desire to find his mouth and kiss him again. She could still feel him inside of her and how bizarre it was to be connected to another person like they were some strange, sweaty 3D puzzle.
She was sure that this was much nicer than it would have been with Ares - Freyr hadn't tried to bruise her- and she was also sure that it was much nicer than momma had experienced her own first time. They'd never really talked about it, but of course Makaria knew the basic details of what Hades and Persephone had begun as. There was a good reason that papa was so protective of Makaria.
But Freyr, who kissed her soft and languid, his breathing still fast, was a nice man and she trusted him.