From there, Howl goes quiet, words being no match for a bond to communicate his thoughts. He doesn't love her, of course - he can't, not without a heart. He can't even truly mourn his lack of loving without a heart. But he still feels affection for her as a friend, a fascinating oddity, a useful conduit for his magic, a trustworthy confidant... and of course, a skilled sexual partner, with a beautiful body, warm speckled skin, velvety fawn-like fur, delightful ginger curls...

Iramaat's tail caresses Howl's stomach as his abdomen tightens with each roll of his hips. He tries to focus on that sensation, along with the task of kissing her neck and shoulder, to resist quickening his pace and to keep his pleasure from building too quickly. They're thinking the same thing: Howl will give her another orgasm tonight, - perhaps even timed with his own, if he can manage it, although it'll be tricky.

She could need some coaxing. Their rhythm is interrupted as Howl slides his hand down her hip, now gripping the flesh of her upper thigh, before he thrusts back into her, forcefully, aiming his head directly at the softest spot just inside her entrance.