The Dryad happily slurps in his legs, giggling, she rubs the bulge that went quickly down her tight throat, Sam was being squeezed down with ease, the throat accustomed to prey like him, the Dryad let out a happy little belch as Sam plunged into her stomach, making a puny bulge in it. The Dryad quickly turned still and bright green, unseen and unwavering as Chris approached, she heard him coming and waited for the chance.