Tara gasped, tossing her head slightly as the warm lips of the tree creature continued to suck at her earlobe.  The bard gave a groan of dismay as the thick ivy wrapped around her slender legs, binding them apart.  "No... wait, stop," Tara pleads in a frantic whisper to the dryad, hoping she can somehow communicate with the creature.<br/><br/>The bard gives a yelp when she feels the dryad's strange leaflike fingers slide even further under her dress to caress the captive bard's sex in a way that makes her writhe in a swell of confused feelings, particularly when she feels a tendril of ivy slipping into the thin smallclothes the caravan gave her, precociously pressing against her privy parts.<br/><br/>Deciding that the creatures don't seem able to understand and that help might not be forth coming, Tara gives a last ditch effort to squirm out of her bonds, writhing and undulating her lithe body as she tries to work her legs free of the entangling ivy.