The dryad's head rolls back, and she moans softly at the caress of your hands on her breast. You notice that while her skin is nowhere near as hard or "stony" as it would appear from a distance, the muscles beneath are far more firm than those of a human or elven woman... and, judging by the way she licks her lips and wraps her hand around yours, urging you to continue, they seem more sensitive as well.<br/><br/>"<em>Mmm...</em>Breathtaking, is it?" She says, wrapping her arms around your neck and letting her weight slowly start drifting backward, guiding you on top of her. "Well then, Master Elf... Take my breath away, and let's enjoy our dance..."<br/><br/>As the last word leaves her lips, she slips her head forward and presses lips and- gently- teeth against the exposed skin of your throat, nipping and sucking at the skin even as she settles back against the ground...