"Mmm..." The dryad sighs, and you feel her the smile on her lip become a bit more... impish, for lack of a better word. "That is nice... but I might have a b<em>et</em>ter trick."<br/><br/>It may be hard to imagine, seeing as you manage to elicit a whimper of pleasure from her mid-sentence; but the dryad seems pretty sure of herself as she spreads her knees between yours, forcing you (and her) open to the afternoon air. Her lips slide down to caress and tease your neck and shoulders... and you feel the vines begin to shift and writhe beneath you, curling around until you feel a soft, slick cord starting to caress between your nether lips... and feel the roots starting to crawl along your body once more.<br/><br/>"Will you..." She murmurs between kisses and licks to your neck, "share in my pleasure, Elf?"