If Ivy could have, she would have laughed at the reaction. People<em>did</em>seem to love her tongue's touch. But the surge of magic that flooded her body...<em>that</em>made Ivy nearly orgasm herself. She obeyed the order, moaning into Zaravin's flesh as the drow began to return the favor on her own body. Her flesh was heating, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations and on the other woman's body as she built closer and closer to her climax, hoping to get at least one more out of Zaravin before she lost it.