Groaning softly as she felt her dress lifting and sliding upwards to bare her flat belly and full breasts, Tara shivered and squirmed slightly in the ivy bonds she was trapped in.  The dryad slipped out of the tree, seemingly entirely, straddling Tara and laying down on top of the fair skinned maiden.  Tara gasped slightly as she felt the soft weight of the dryad's pillowy breasts pressing against her own.<br/><br/>Yet, just when Tara feared that the vine that had pressed between her thighs would try to drive inside her, the dryad shifted and caught the ivy tendril.  Tara gave a groan of relief as the dryad seemed to restrain the leafy intruder and even freed Tara's left hand.  It seemed to signal that the dryads could be persuaded in some ways, Tara just needed to speak a language they understood.<br/><br/>She returned the dryad's vigorous kisses, gently sucking on the tree spirit's lower lip and kissing the sides of her mouth and chin, even as she squeezed and cupped the dryad's rear lightly.  She could feel the dryad's hand slipping beneath her own back and hoped she had guessed right.