"Yes," Makaria whimpered, kissing him as she could feel a heat moving through her, spreading from the exact place his fingers were touching. Everything he was doing was so wonderful, it felt so good, although soon she started feeling desperate, desperate for- did she want it to stop?? Did she want it to- oh no, no, no, she didn't want it to stop. She thought that she said something very much like that to Freyr, while her limbs seemed to be shaking and as she felt like she was going to cry. There was pressure building and building and- Makaria's eyes went wide, her breath catching in a gasp and she made a sound that she would wonder later if it was unseemly or not.
But in the moment, the unbelievable blissful moment, Makaria couldn't really think about anything at all. It was the most amazing thing she'd ever felt! It was... bright and sunshine and beautiful and happiness!
And then it drifted away and Makaria felt worn out and satisfied and like her entire vagina was throbbing but... in a good way, if there was such a thing.
"Oh," she breathed, turning to look at Freyr and smiling, wide and surprised, before she kissed him. "That- that's sex then?" She'd done it! She'd done sex and it was great!