Tara moaned as the ivy vine continued to poke and probe between her legs, sending shivers throughout her body.  Fortunately, the dryad seemed content and was advancing no further, for now at least.  She couldn't help but squirm in her leafy bonds as the dryad's lips and hands explored her full breasts, feeling the dryad's mouth buried in the valley between her curves and exploring her cleavage before sliding across to her other nipple.  Tara gasped and shivered and sway, her thoughts racing in panic.  Esme had yet to respond.  She hoped the other maiden was okay.<br/><br/>After a moment, Tara continued to run her hand down the dryad's back, her fingernails brushing against the dryad's skin and her palm kneading the dryad's neck.  She tugged the dryad's hair lightly before sliding her fingers soothingly along the tree spirit's neck, then tugged her still trapped hand, hoping the dryad would relent and free her a little more.