The dryad drew nearer, pressing her mouth against Tara's.  Their tongues twined briefly as Tara kissed the strange tree spirit deeply and passionately.  She was shocked to find that, against her expectations, the dryad's mouth didn't taste particularly pleasant.  In fact it was rather sour.  Yet no sooner did she realize this than a wave of dizziness and weakness washed over her.  Poison, Tara thought frantically for a moment, giving a helpless whimper.<br/><br/>As the strength drained out of her body, she could do little to resist as the dryad methodically rolled up her dress to reveal her flat, lightly toned abdomen and long, shapely legs.  She could feel the slender fingers of the dryad's hand sliding up to cup her full breasts even as the thick coil of ivy squirmed against her like it had a mind of its own.  With a whimper, Tara tried to press her thighs closed, but with her strength sapped b the dryad's venom, she found she couldn't resist.  With a piteous moan, she felt her slender thighs being parted, her long legs being spread by the persistent dryad.<br/><br/>Desperately, Tara began to run through the list of tricks she knew, wondering what spell she could cast with her lips still locked to the dryad's, her tongue still entwined.  She desperately hoped Esme would think of something quick!