The brush of the dryad's lips is wonderful, and Naiobe enjoys it quite a bit... but it isn't nearly so thrilling as the dryad's admission. With a small smile, Naiobe strokes the dryad's mouth for a moment. "So pretty." She runs her fingers through the dryad's hair, then reaches over to pick up another morsel of fruit. Her other hand prods once more at a particularly tender spot before moving on... her fingers slide further along the dryad's soft thighs, until Naiobe has her palm cupped under the nymph's soft sex.<br/><br/>"You will find," Naiobe murmurs as her fingers explore and tease the dryad's soft flesh, "that you have little reason to fear me as long as you make me happy... and every reason in the world to do so if you do something wrong." She watches the dryad's eyes as she says this, alert for the reaction to her words.