Howl follows her gentle slip over the edge as if watching it with his eyes. He breathes a deep, slow sigh, enjoying the empowering glow that radiates from her mind, subtly pulling the excess magic out of the corners of his own mind. Iramaat's orgasms always seem so intense - so much more intense than any orgasm Howl has ever had, which admittedly causes him a pang of jealousy each time. Is that simply an effect of feeling another's orgasm through their bond together? Is it because she's a faun? Or, are women as a sex blessed with climaxes this incredible?

He doesn't want to interrupt it - for either of them. As the spasm continues, Howl softly pinches and rubs her nub between two fingers, sucking softly on her breast while basking in her wake. When he senses it starting to subside, he picks his head up again, but does not stop his hand.

"What mercy you've shown me," he murmurs as he pushes his hips forward, pinning his erection between the side of her thigh and his stomach. "I need you. Iramaat, your humble wizard begs... put your gift aside..."