"Why should I believe you, dryad, unless I make your first try memorable?" Naiobe leans down and brushes her lips against the back of the dryad's neck, enjoying the fragrance that wafts from her skin. For a moment, she nuzzles her cheek against the dryad's warm skin, enjoying the softness.<br/><br/>Straightening, Naiobe keeps the one hand on the dryad's back, keeping her pinned to the bench. The other hand drifts down the dryad's spine, toward the lush curve of her backside. Perhaps to the dryad it seems as if she's hesitating, her touch soft and affectionate ... In reality, Naiobe holds back as an exercise in self-control, drawing out the anticipation. If the dryad truly has not been touched by human - or half-human, as the case may be - hands before, Naiobe is in for a treat. She expects quite a bit of writhing. Then again, simply holding the dryad down like this appears to be punishment in itself... also delicious.<br/><br/>Finally, she raises her hand and brings it solidly down on the dryad, alternating sides as her palm slaps against the girl's ass. Tilting her head so that she can glimpse the dryad's face, Naiobe smiles thinly as she braces her other hand on the dryad's back more firmly.