The dryad<em>moans</em>in pleasure at your touch, a sound like a tree groaning in the wind accompanied by a veritable wave of pleasure through your bond. You feel her body reacting to every caress, every touch. Through the bond and your own skin you feel her nipples hardening against yours, and feel her sex quivering around the vine.<br/><br/>"Do you like it?" The dryad finally speaks, moving so that her forehead rests against yours, and your eyes look directly into hers. Her lips are curved into a coy, teasing smile. "Or would you like something more?"<br/><br/>At "more," the vine begins to speed up inside of you, moving from undulations against the walls of your sex to actually "thrusting" back and forth inside you, still arced in such a way as to press against the "sweet spots" as many ways as possible. Through the bond, you can feel that<em>her</em>vine has sped up as well... you can feel her "pulse" rising as the echoes of your pleasure reach her, and the sheer<em>want</em>that begins to emanate from her very core.<br/><br/>