Midnight leaned back, propped up on her elbows, watching and offering the shy elf encouragement. As Ivera licked the first time, though, she'd find that the taste was... exquisite. She had grown up with the finest things in life, but this... almost made them pale, in comparison. Something about her; the smell, the taste, the texture... everything seemed to be<em>exactly</em>what she never knew she wanted.