"I see... so, then, it was desire..." The dryad leans forward and traces a finger down your jawline. "So, then, when you asked about 'pleasure...' would I be wrong in assuming that the pleasure you had mentioned was less here..." she points at your forehead, "And more here?"<br/><br/>One hand slides down your belly, slowly, and comes to rest against your sex. One of her fingers brushes ever so gently against your clit...