<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 2 (Knarfy (Moxie), MiraMirror (Xia), Starcry (Ishmael), Faeli (Kyoko), Moon Hound Hati (Jon), Phaia (Candi))<br/><br/>The last of the dryads step into view as Xia shouted them out. They smile with varying degrees of lust and smugness. The males both have nearly elven features. Both have short red leafed hair. The larger one though stands taller than many orcs with a built body and a thick lazily hanging log of a cock between his legs. It twitches as his eyes rest on Kyoko’s rear. “Oh, to feel you I could get hostile,” he rumbles with a low purr.<br/><br/>His leaner friend gives the man a long look, shaking his head. One female dryad chimes in from behind the group. “Don’t listen to him. We won’t attack. We never do, promise~” It’s pretty clear from her tone that they do attack. She steps into full view as well, keeping a cautious distance from the pointy objects of the adventurers.<br/><br/>Like the first dryad her figure is healthy lean with large breasts and ample derriere. She is notably wilder in appearance however. Vines and bushes hang from her shoulders in a mane. A line of leaves begins below her navel and widens towards her sex. Below her bush hangs a member with flowery layered skin. “We’re just rrreeally needy for new friends and here to help,” she adds, touching her lips as she measures the figures of each adventurer. The last dryad remains quiet though her upper thighs already glisten with a sweet scented nectar. The plants and roots ripple at her passing, following her with even greater admiration and servitude than the one who spoke first.<br/><br/>Said woman takes another step towards Jon and the transforming adventuress. “Mmmhm… Listen to the fluffy boy little bunny. Someone might get hurt if you point those at us. We wouldn’t want that...” Her attention is drawn back to Ishmael. The dryad pauses, considering the bard’s words for a moment. “We can see that. Are you sure you want to go down further that fidgety? We could help...” She pushes her fingers between her nether lips, dipping them inside without any shame. “Mhhmm we could help get that edge off. Righ?” Her compatriots grin. Every one of them with a cock sports a half-chub by now. They voice eager agreement. She chuckles, turning to Jon “Hehe~ What do you say big boy?”<br/><br/>“Oh we’re fine standing down, as much as it would hurt. But we’re a bit scared too. If you want my friends to back off we’re going to need some insurance. You’ve got rope. Make the bunny and half breed a little less scary and we’ll stand down. We’ll take our newest sister, and you’ll be on your way, unless you want to pause with us...”<br/><br/><strong>Indecisiveness has cost the party the first move. The nature breathes with the dryads. Vines above you and the grass below you trembles softly at their presence, probably ready to attack. They are ready to rumble, but still offer a way out, though with increasing demands. What do you do?</strong>