Samuel should feel empowered. He had reduced her to a quivering mess. She couldn't even focus to find coherent words, her body reacting solely on instinct to the pleasure radiating from the spot where his mouth teased her and his fingers sliding in and out of her.
She spread herself further for him, pushing up and against him. She was panting, clenching the linens of the bed as he fucked her. It was hard and she cried out raggedly as he pounded into her with his hand.
When she did come, it was unexpected and intense. Her whole body arched forward, curling toward him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She saw stars behind her eyes as she rode the waves of pleasure. "Please." She begged as she shook, her body boneless as she edged toward oversensitivity. She dropped one leg and didn't relinquish the hold in his hair. "Samuel. Fuck." She acknowledged who had given her the pleasure, knowing it was also Thoth. She would learn to accept both the vessel and the god soul.