[Esme Escape Artist 11+2=13]<br/>No matter how much effort Esme put in, the vines were now pulled tight around her wrists, and in the current position, she wouldn't be able to move her arms so much as an inch, barring outside factors.<br/><br/>The fingers that were inside of her started to move, pulling out and pushing back in again, starting on a slow rhythm, but speeding up over time. The grip on her breast tightened, as she felt whatever was pressing against her back slowly moving up and down, gyrating against her back, and apparently pulling on her breast for balance, as it was jerked in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>At first, the movements of the probing fingers went synchronous to the rubbing over her back, but as the fingers sped up, the rubbing felt behind and slowly changed into wild, chaotic movement. Esme could note the two branches clenching against her hips on either side partially moving up and down along with the movement along her back, and eventually recognized the shape of legs in them, just in the same odd color and texture as her arms held.<br/><br/>The dryad's eyes shot up, as Tara caressed her spine, and as she appreciatively stared into her eyes, her humming let her lips and tongue vibrate around the maiden's nipple. She arched her back against the stroking hand, seeking more attention, as her hand continued to fondle the other breast. Eventually, the lips parted, and the tongue flicked from the nipple, sliding alongside the breast until it arrived at the cleavage between the maiden's bosom, where the lips joined once more, to lick and suck on the skin in between.<br/><br/>As her left hand cupped the maiden's right breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, followed by playing with it's salivacoated nipple, the lips and tongue moved their way up her other mound, replacing her hand as the tongue wrapped around the nipple.<br/><br/>The dryad seemed to ignore Tara's replies, content now with the attention it was receiving and being allowed to give. The vine continued to rub forth and back over the maiden's nether lips as it has been doing for the last few minutes.<br/><br/><hr/>[Spot 18+4=22, Listen 7+4=11]<br/>The food consisted mostly of dried meat, a little too salty to savor the taste, but it surely filled the stomach. The waterskin turned out to be filled with red wine, heavy with alcohol, though the taste was somewhat decent.<br/><br/>A few hours passed as Ilynara kept watch while the others were sleeping. The clearing itself was bathed in the light of the moon and the stars, but with no fire, there was little that the elf could see of her surroundings, even with her keen senses. It was therefor due to luck that the maiden spotted the creature that came to check out the camp. It appeared to be a canine, watching her from between the trees, most likely a wolf or large dog, though she couldn't make out the difference. The creature merely seemed to be inspecting her, and the three women lying on the ground, at least for now.