Ivy smiled as the tastes and scents slid through her body like a soft, silken caress. She gave her Mistress the pleasure she so desired, and lapped up the juices that were her reward. But when the drow climaxed, Ivy shuddered in sympathetic pleasure. But it was only when Mistress spoke and told her enough that Ivy removed her tongue, licking her lips for a moment and speaking softly. "Thank you, Mistress...you taste wonderful..."