The dryad's body welcomes you eagerly, the wet walls of her sex tightening hungrily around your finger. The dryad groans in pleasure, laying her head back against you and squeezing your thighs tightly.<br/><br/>At your encouragement, she nods and gasps out another command in that indecipherable language. As she finishes, two things happen.  One, the rhythm of the vines changes, so that they are alternating between sliding in and out of your sex and ass, sliding deeper with each thrust.... And two, the vines grow thicker inside of both of you.<br/><br/>As the sensation builds, the dryad begins to grind her hips against yours faster and faster, no longer restraining herself to he vines' rhythm. One of her hands slips free of its bondage, and curls up behind her to clasp your shoulder at the base of your neck. At the same time, the vines that bind her chest begin to slither and stretch, slowly working their way up under your mail.