Ma'at pushed back against his hand, inhaling sharply as she felt his fingers slip inside of her. It was almost too much for her, it was very tight and the feeling of being filled was enough to make her want to cry out.
She let her legs drop open, pressing her hips up into him, opening her herself up to him. It felt better than she could ever imagine. No wonder humans spent so much time in bed, procreating. Ma'at slid her hands through his hair, twisting against her hand to the scalp and tugging slightly.
She fell back when he started to move inside of her, gripping the blanket on the bed. "Oh." She had no words to say anything except the slow keening sound that slipped out. It wasn't very often that Ma'at was speechless and usually it involved Thoth but a mere mortal had reduced her to a mess of whimpers and moans.