The dryad sighs, and this time you're certain that both body and tree are making the sound. As you lean in closer to her, you smell the sweet smells of earth, of vibrant grass and fertile soil, of autumn leaves and coniferous trees.<br/><br/>Beneath your hands, the wood nymph's body undergoes a very human reaction to your touch. She presses her hips back against your exposed sex, and slides her own hand up your exposed thigh.<br/><br/>She leans her own head back, so that it rests against your chest, and smiles lazily up at you.<br/><br/>"I will gladly accept the gift of pleasure from you, friend. Though I would offer you the same gift in return, if you would have it..."<br/><br/>Beneath you, the ground rises a bit, and you feel a gentle undulation as the dryad's root arcs up and down in a serpentine motion between your exposed cheeks, and a tendril of root curls up between your bodies...