[Tara Fortitude Save 5+0=5, 6 Strength damage]<br/><br/>The Dryad's face came closer to that of the maiden, using the tip of her long, warm, lila tongue, to touch Tara's tongue, slithering over it on it's way inside her mouth. As a leafcolored hand stroked over the maiden's shoulder, pushing itself between her dark hair and her neck, her lips quickly followed, brushing over Tara's tongue before they pressed against her own lips. The long and slender tongue was eagerly exploring the inside of her mouth, first licking over her tongue and the inside of her lips, but soon after her molar's and uvula received the same attention.<br/><br/>At the same time, saliva dripped into Tara's mouth, very thick and sticky, tasting rather sour. The moment Tara realized the taste, she felt her body weaken, unable to provide the physical efford to resist. Keeping her head upright almost seemed like an efford of it's own, if it wasn't for the Dryad's hand supporting the back of her neck.<br/><br/>The Dryad's other hand continued to push her dress up further, until all of her belly was exposed. The slender fingers then sought their way under the dress, stroking and cupping one of Tara's roundings. As the hand slowly massaged her breast, the vine that made it's way into her undergarments kept growing and moving, trying to force it's way in between those lustrous thighs that had been weakened by the Dryad's kiss.<br/><br/><hr/>Ilynara, carrying Dara's limb body, slowly started making a new path through the woods, leaving the creature's corpse and goods behind on the ground, as she awaited her compagnions. The overgrowth was pretty thick, and she could guess they would only have about an hour, two at most, before it would be too dark for her elven eyes to see, let alone those of her human companions with their inferior eyes.