That sound sends a shudder of satisfaction through her, makes her feel right the way being in the demon's hands did. 

She shouldn't drag this out too long, or maybe she won't be able to get Sable over the edge. Between estrogen and her own medications she's a bit of a slow shot. But she's had a small rest, and she wants Sable to feel so, so good. 

So after another half dozen slow flicks of her tongue, she speeds up again, bobbing as best she can, bringing in her hand to give herself that little bit more stimulation that'll hopefully get Sable where she wants her —

"HhhhnnAvafuck—" she shivers and rolls her hips, nerves on fire as Ava suddenly drags her over the edge, spurting into her mouth, gasping from the feeling of it.

Her hands twitch and her muscles spasm, senses electric with the heady feelings.

"HhhhhAa-aaav-vaaa," her voice shakes as her nerves short out from the orgasm, hands jerking against Ava's scalp.

Ava's still not quite used to the taste of Sable's seed — creamy, yes, but also a little bitter, a side-effect of stress — but it's the taste of her, and that makes it perfect. 

She pulls off, and swallows like a good girl. 

Then she settles back onto her haunches and lets out a little huff of breath. "Whew," she says, a giggle in her voice. "That was..." 

She looks down at the hand balled between her legs in the purple butterfly skirt Sable got her, and the bulge beneath it... 

"... Really, really good. Damn it, now I'm hornier than I was before." She laughs again, and flops down on her stomach beside Sable. "So, so worth it, though."

She grins giddily. "Well, if you wanna have a turn of your own~?"

Ava grins and rolls over. "I, um." She looks down at the tent in her skirt. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that."

"Ooh."

She licks her lips and starts scooting down the bed.

"Yes please."

Her hands find the hem of Ava's skirt and start lifting it up, and she nuzzles gently into her thighs, and across that stiff bulge.

Ava lets out a soft sigh, her cock twitching beneath her panties. "Fuck..." 

She rests a hand in Sable's hair, just lightly, more for the feeling of contact than to direct her. 

She grins and nuzzles in closer, nose trailing playfully along the underside of Ava's shaft through her panties, hot breath warming her, then kisses the underside of the crown, before slowly dragging her lips down the length of the shaft.

"Ahhhh, fuck..." Even through her panties, feeling that heat from Sable's breath makes electricity run through her groin, her body bright with tension. And that oh-so-lingering drag of her lips makes her want to ball her fingers in Sable's hair and make her take it. 

Instead she strokes Sable's hair gently and exhales a hot breath of her own, savouring the anticipation, knowing she's doomed to be taken apart and not yet knowing exactly how. 

"Sable..."