The dryad's tongue seemed far longer than would have been possible, certainly longer than anything a normal woman would possess.  The tree spirit, however, seemed to have no lack as she pressed mouth against Tara's soft lips, her lilac tongue roaming Tara's mouth.  Tara's eyes were watering from the slightly sour taste of the dryad's saliva and she was panting for breath.  She couldn't talk, but Tara gave a loud groan to try to alert Esme to the danger they were both in.  "Mmmppph!"<br/><br/>Tara gave another gasp of dismay as felt the tendril of ivy nestling between her legs, spreading her pale thighs and rubbing against Tara's entrance.  With a muffled shriek, Tara squirmed her hips, trying to wrestle herself away or at least reposition herself so that the tendril couldn't penetrate her.  For a brief hysterical moment, she wondered what the ivy even was?  Did the dryad have some sort of sense of touch that extended through the plant?<br/><br/>The dryad's own hands didn't pause and Tara could feel the dryad's surprisingly soft palm squeezing her own breast, rubbing against Tara's nipple eagerly.   The dryad's equally soft body seemed to slide out of the tree, pressing close against Tara in an intimate embrace.<br/><br/>Robbed of her strength and her speech, there was little Tara could do.  Her mind was racing.  Maybe if she could lure the dryad out of the tree, Esme could blast the creature?  Or perhaps she could convey to tree spirit her wishes in a way the dryad would understand and respect?<br/><br/>After a brief hesitation, Tara decided to give it a shot.  She shimmied back against the tree slightly, pressing her back against it, trying to draw the dryad out in front of her more.  She struggled to shift her hips away from the vining ivy, but arched her back, lifting her full breasts up invitingly, practically thrusting herself into the dryad's hands.  Then, trying not to let her nervousness show, Tara slowly slid out her own tongue, tangling it briefly with the dryad's before trying to push back into the tree spirit's mouth, kissing the dryad deeply, passionately.