Her affection is met with a swell of sharp, determined lust, Howl having interpreted her answer as permission to enjoy her while she enjoyed herself, to make her his own toy for now. Shifting, he hooks one of his ankles around hers to keep her leg spread wide and pushes himself up, denying her any hiding spot against his neck.

Howl wants to play with her, and he wants to watch while he does it. Breathing excitedly, he trails his hand up her thigh again to the knot of her loincloth, to the single fastened button of her shirt, to her exposed chest, to finally cup a breast adoringly. While rolling his thumb into her nipple, he leans his neck down again to kiss along her collarbone, allowing his desire to flow into her freely.