The drow was already soaking wet, likely before Ivy had even undressed her, so it wouldn't take much. "Ahh... so much more gentle than I'm used to," she said, her hands gripping her bed, as she fought the urge to close her legs, squirming under Ivy's skillful touch. She came not long after Ivy's tongue started to push into her, back arched, a cry tearing from her lips... as sparks and swirls of magic began to burst from her body. It seems she really was pent up.