The dryad sways a little as she sings until Naiobe's grip tightens and she stops with a soft gasp of surprise.  As the woman's grip clamps down harder and harder her soft noises of protest become whimpers of pain and she begins to squirm and tug fruitlessly at the hold on her arm.  The dryad is not strong, but her form is slippery and flexible as she struggles to escape that painful hold.  But despite the spirit woman's squirming, Naiobe is able to force her into place and push her full breasts down onto the cold stone with a hand on her warm back.<br/><br/>The dryad stops struggling then, only shifting in discomfort and mewling softly.  "Yes," she whines, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I won't... I won't do it again...  Please stop... Let me go..."