"How? Because your magic is weak. Because you fought half-hearted when you chose to do what you did." The dryad replied haughtily, and leaned forward to sniff at Kiarra's neck. "You smell of fear and arousal...and yet you dared to attempt to breach the grove without the blessing of the Guardians or Elements?"<br/><br/>With a gesture, she caused the vines to wrap around Kiarra's arms and legs, pulling the human back against her tree. The hard phallus fully visible, the dryad demanded, her eyes stern. "Now, then...since you're intent on reaching the Grove, I think I will do what I must. But first we must get those garments of yours out of the way."<br/><br/>Stepping forward, her warm, soft hands began to remove as much of Kiarra's clothing as she could with the human restrained, the tip of the rock-hard phallus brushing against Kiarra's thighs as she worked.