[Esme Escape Artist 9+2=11, Concentration 2+10=12, Tara Strength 1-4=-3]<br/><br/>The vines that were wrapping around the brunette's wrists were newly formed, and the maiden had no troubles escaping her wrists from them. However, they kept growing and coming back, which made the will to focus on a spell quite the hassle, not to mention her left breast being squeezed like that. As she tried to concentrate on forming a spell, the prodding fingers rubbed their way through her patch of pubic hair, which made the chants that were forming in Esme's head lose all sense.<br/><br/>As the grip on her breast slowly lessened, though the hand continued it's rough fondling, the other hand continued it's path down her undergarments, and quickly after, the tip of the Dryad's fingers ran down her nether lips, with the middle finger pressing against them, trying to force it's way in.<br/><br/>A moan vibrated from the Dryad's lips as Tara actively tried to return the pleasure, and the tongue that was roaming her mouth earlier now sought out her own tongue, licking and rubbing it slowly and sensual. The lips pressed with less force, and gently rubbed over those of the maiden, occasionally even parting from them as she focused on the intertwisting of their tongues.<br/><br/>After resting the ravenhaired head against the tree, the hand slipped away from her neck, as the fingertips trailed down her shoulders, torso and sides. Simultaneously, the green woman's right leg lifted up, brushing over Tara's thighs before pressing itself on the ground at the other side. Her right arm lifted up, pushing the maiden's dress along until it rested on her thrusted, wellendowed bosom, which immediately after was disturbed by the rubbing of another pair of wellrounded breasts as the Dryad shifted position, straddling Tara's lap as she leaned on her, which mostly resulted in their womanly roundings pressing on each other. Though the Dryad's nipples were small, the fairskinned woman could feel they were quite hard as they poked in her soft flesh.<br/><br/>The vine tried to force it's way in between her nether lips, but was pinned down when the Dryad sat down on top of it, preventing it from reaching further than tickling the woman's clit and lower lips. The Dryad's left hand slithered over Tara's exposed side, towards her arched back, while the other hand reached out and took hold of her constricted left wrist. Soon after, the ivy departed from her left arm, and the leafcovered spirit pulled her wrist around to make Tara's hand slap clumsily on the round and soft green behind, before the wrist was returned it's freedom.<br/><br/><hr/>A quick inspection that there where three routes leading in and out of the camp that were fairly frequently used, the grassed pressed to the ground, and the pushes twisted apart. She could even recognize a footprint here and there in the dirt. The place itself was quiet, with the exception of the leaves that rustled due to the wind, the chirping of insects and an occasional nightowl. The ground was dry. Apparently it hadn't rained for the last few days.