[Esme Escape Artist 18+2=20, Concentration 17+10=27]<br/><br/>With a lot of effort, Esme was able to pull her hands free from the restrictive vines, and despite the branchlike hands that were fondling her breasts and her belly, she managed to focus enough to bring the spell to live. It was to no avail. The teeth immediately bit harder  in the skin of her neck, and the fingers that were merely roughly fondling Esme's bosom before, now pressed deep into the supple flesh.<br/><br/>As the right hand continued it's path, digging it's way into her undergarments, something tickled her wrists, and a quick glance learned her that new branches of the ivy were forming around her wrists.<br/><br/>The lips that were sealed against Tara's, while the that long tongue kept crawling around inside her mouth, exchanging more saliva, prevented the ravenhaired maiden from chanting the basic necessities of bardic magic. She could however hear Esme chanting and groaning, indicating that her partner might have more freeform in her actions.<br/><br/>As the kiss continued, and the hand gently fondled her left breast, the palm of the dryad's hand rubbing over her nipple, more of the dryad's body appeared. It was long and static, decorated in the same pattern of leaves that seemed to cover her arms. Though her body was slender, her breasts were rather large and plump, though with small green nipples in the center, that seemed to lack the pattern of leaves, just like the pinkness of a fair maidens nipple was in contrast with the rest of her skin.<br/><br/>The dryad's body felt quite soft, as it was pressed against Tara's side, pushing on her arm, with one breast weighting down on the maiden's own right breast. The vine pushed it's way between her weakened thighs, and soon after, ran over her pussy lips, with the tip already pressing between them.<br/><br/><hr/>(I'm going to write an update for the other maiden to advance the story. Seara and Nazora can indicate in their next post if their characters took any of the creature's belongings.)<br/><br/>Despite the trees being further apart and less persisting undergrowth, the body of her comrade that weighted down on Ilynara surely slowed her down. As they slowly advanced in the twilight, that would soon make place for night, they came upon a small clearing. Some collapsed trees were positioned around the clearing to prevent the undergrowth from overtaking. A small hole in the center was filled with ash and surrounded by small rocks. Here and there were spots of grass and weed, pressed against the ground.<br/><br/>It could at most be a couple of days that someone last used this campsite. Soon, the maidens would hardly be able to distinguish anything, thanks to the trees that blocked most of the little light from the moons and the stars.