Neera Avakian chopped through another curtain of vines. She despised this damned forest with it's damn muck that always found a way into your boots, with the damn bugs that grew bigger than your thumb and swarmed so thick in the air they made it hard to breathe. She put a little more force than necessary behind each swing, felling layer after layer of thick, clinging foliage. Half a day of walking and the tiefling was already well past sick of this place. It would have been easier with a guide or even just proper gear but she had already drank most of her cash away and besides, a kingdom's worth in gold wouldn't have been enough to convince someone to drag her around such a grim corner of the world. This place was miserable, but it with any luck, it could be just the place to turn her luck around. Deep in this gods forsaken jungle was, rumor had it, some forgotten cradle of Elven civilization. Local legend said the whole area was cursed, so if there really was anything valuable in these woods, chances were no one had ever come by to collect. A long shot, but the only shot she had.
	She was beginning to regret not offing that noble brat like she was ordered. She could still be in Quar now, getting drunk on fine wine with half a dozen handsome lordlings wrapped around her finger. She could be rich! Richer than most people dare to dream of and she'd thrown it all away for some punk little kid. That dumb little stunt had cost her everything. Even her room had been trashed, probably by some enforcer for her old employer and all those nice gifts the lordly bachelors had gotten her were gone. She missed her red corset with the golden fringe. She'd always looked so good in gold. 'It's all gone now." she thought spitefully. Still, she hoped Robert had gotten out in time.
	The thick stem of some plant caught her dagger with a loud "thunk". No way she was getting that back. Sighing, Neera flopped onto a nearby rock and  furiously yanked down down the scarf she had covering her mouth. She washed the taste of this swamp from her mouth with a deep drink from her water skin. It was too damn hot for the rough leather she wore now, but it was all she had to protect herself. The scarf wrapped around her head was just as uncomfortable, but it did protect her from swallowing one of the nasty insects that filled the air and to keep out the stench of her surroundings. The former spy fanned herself and inhaled deeply, bracing for the smell.
	Vanilla? That wasn't right at all. This place had stank of rotten fruit and festering mud since sunrise. She took another deep breath through her nose. Definitely vanilla, but how? Maybe there was a plant nearby. She could certainly haul a bit of that around to overpower the musky forest. Curious, she hopped from her stony perch and followed her nose.
	The going was easier this way, at least. The water dropped from shins to ankles as she went and eventually, she found herself standing on dry dirt at the edge of a small clearing. Slivers of sunlight filtered in through branches hanging overhead and onto the lush carpet of waist high grass that covered the floor of the tiny glade. It would be pretty, if it weren't stuck in the middle of this dreadful swamp. Nothing that would make that smell, either, just grass and more of these damned bugs. Speaking of which...
	Something snared her wrist when she tried to slap at the fly on her neck. The long cord slithered its way down her arm, not gripping enough to hurt, but squeezing hard and locking her arm in place beside her head. 'That's fine,' Neera felt her heart leap up into her throat. 'Nothing to panic about. Stop panicking. Spies don't panic and you're the best there is, so stop panick-"
	"Shhh." a soft voice beside her. How had she not heard? Even with the voice, she couldn't feel whoever, whatever was beside her now. Were her senses going soft? How could someone get so close without her noticing? The only things around her were the soft sound of leaves blowing in the wind and the now very real smell of vanilla filling her nose. Neera did her best not to flinch when she felt fingers gently brush her neck and pluck the fly from her skin. The grip on her hand slackened, just a bit. Neera stumbled to put her back to the nearest tree and face the threat, one of her few remaining daggers in hand. She sat hard against the thick trunk and waved her knife menacingly. The rough vine that had held her coiled back around its owner.
	The being before her was strange, to say the least. She was taller than most men and lanky to boot, but there was a noticeable caution behind all her movements. A dress of lush leaves covered pale green skin and white orchids decorated a head of yellow flower petal hair. A dryad, Neera assumed, towering and lanky though obviously female. Completely uninterested in her or her dagger, it studied the fat little bug it had caught with golden eyes. For her part, the tiefling sat stunned on the ground and waiting for her heart to settle in her chest.
	Seconds rolled on in silence. The dryad had begun alternating between examining the fly which had fluttered to perch on her shoulder and scribbling into a thick tome she had pulled from a bag slung over her shoulder. At some point, Neera felt silly enough to pick herself up, dust herself off and clear her throat loudly.
	The odd plant woman jumped and tore her wide eyes from the book to gawk at Neera, as if noticing her for the first time. The flip of a page and she was writing frantically again, staring openly at the tiefling. The dryad had a round face, impossibly soft with a button nose and eyes that actually seemed to shine in the shade of the surrounding trees. The yellow eyes seemed to measure her every part, record her every feature, take her apart and put her back together. She felt naked under their gaze. She missed the silent bug studying, the look was so unbearable.
	"Neera." She introduced herself with now dagger-less hand extened. The plant girl cracked a broad grin.
	"Clem." The dryad shook the outstretched hand. "Well, Clematepistephium, but, uh... Clem." The quick way she talked fit her, Neera thought. "I hope I did not hurt you, it is just that you were about squash that poor Promachus fly. Biggest I have ever seen. Biggest male, at least. Female flies can get to about three times as large. Are you sure you are not hurt? I truly hope I did not hurt you."
	"I'm fine, really. Thank you." Neera cut in, taking back her hand once she realized the strange girl was still feverishly shaking it. There really was no reason to stick around. She had found the source of the smell and doubted Clem would be willing to give up a chunk of herself for Neera to carry around. That, and she still had a job to do. A job that involved leaving this entire series of embarrassing events behind her. She needed to leave before the dryad started talking again. "Sorry for the trouble, but I really need to get going now. Have fun with your bugs." Neera turned to match back into the swamp.
	"Where ya headed?" So close...
	"Just some old ruins." She took a few steps, Clem followed.
	"You are an explorer, then?"
	"Not exactly... There's just some old elf stuff in there that might be worth something." Normally, Neera would keep her business to herself, but she doubted Clem had much use for cash. The dryad was still following her, however. A bit unsettling, to say the least.
	"Oh, that old place? I've been there a few times. It's pretty, but I can't imagine why anyone would want to go digging around."
	"That's nice. I really need to get there before it gets dark. Nice meeting you." Another couple steps that the dryad followed.
	"Um, excuse me?" Neera ground her teeth. She should just keep walking, but for some reason she replied.
	"Yes?"
	"Why are you going that way?"
	"What?"
	"Well, it's just that you said you wanted to see those old elf ruins? I figured that you would want to go straight there. And if you really did want to go straight there, I thought you might want some help since you're walking the other way right now..."
	Neera thanked whatever god made her every day that she couldn't blush. She nearly ground her teeth to dust. She couldn't even be mad at the dryad, the doey, concerned look she wore in her shining eyes made sure of it. She was hot, muddy, exhausted, apparently lost and on top of all that, the sun was starting to go down. She just wanted this day to be over.
	"Lead the way." The tiefling sighed. May as well admit defeat while there was still light out.
	"Great! Just one more thing before we go, though. I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I was just wondering, um... what exactly are you?"
	She was serious. This was going to be a very, very long day.
	
	"What can you tell me about your parents?"
	"Never met 'em." Gods, was she ever going to shut up? All afternoon had been like this. Constant stupid questions, half of which she couldn't answer and half of which were just downright rude. How tall was she, how heavy? Was that average? What was the purpose of her tail, how fast does her hair grow? And so on. She had hoped the dryad would get the message or perhaps that she would run out of questions if she kept her half answers short and concise, but no. Every answer she gave led to a scratch in that massive tome her new companion lugged around which in turn only led to more pointless questions.
	"This is common for members of your species?" Neera felt a migraine coming on. The going was easier with Clem, sure. The forest all but cleared a path of it's own accord for the green woman, leaving only a few stray stems and stalks for Neera to cleave through as the dryad followed. Even then, part of her regretted letting Clem come along. She would have found where she was going eventually. She didn't need help. Especially not some incessant bookworm who kept asking how many toes she had.
	"I don't have a gods damned clue. We tiefling don't really tend to cling on to one another, okay?"
	"Fascinating." Clem scribbled something in her book. See? Always with the book. "We dryads normally form tightly knit but biologically unrelated family groups of roughly thirty called 'groves'. That is where we live our lives, in whatever part of the forest we were born in, tending to the trees."
	"You never get to leave?" What was she doing? 'No, wait, this is perfect. Get her talking about herself and she won't bother you with more questions. Neera Avakian, you've done it again!'
	"Most of us do... Stepping outside the grove even once puts the entire forest in jeopardy. Exile is the only punishment for such a crime..." Clem let the sentence trail off into silence. 
	'Yes, and? Come on, keep talking.' Neera begged in her own head. 'Please, just keep talking.'
	"Anyway." The dryad cut in, instantly regaining the chipper edge in her voice. Neera cursed silently. "How often do you eat in a twenty four hour cycle? How large are the usual portions?"
	"That's it!" Neera tried her best not to scream and failed miserably. "I brought you along because I thought you were going to help me find the place and so far, all you've done is point me in a direction once and never shut up. No, I don't know how many livers I have or how long I can hold my breath underwater or if my hair changes color if left in the sun too long. All I know is that it's getting dark and if I get stuck out in the damn boonies for a whole night, I might just turn vegetarian! So write that down in your stupid little book and help me clear the way." Neera realized what she was saying but couldn't stop herself. Instead, she had to watch Clem's face turn from it's usual unflappable excitement to horror to outright devastation. Even in the twilight Neera could see small tears start to well up in the naive dryads eyes, see slender green arms hold the book tight to her flat chest as if afraid the tiefling would try to take it from her.
	Neera let out a drawn out sigh. "Look, I'm-" She reached out, hoping to reassure the poor thing, but Clem flinched as if struck. Neera would be lying if she said she didn't feel better letting it all out, but that didn't make it right. She massaged the bridge of her nose, trying to remember.
	"My father was a demon. An incubus, I think. Never got to know my mom, but I do know she got wrapped up in some cult when she was young and died giving birth to me. Part of some crazy ritual or something. Spent my first couple years underground, getting worshiped by a group of whack jobs. Got out of there as soon as I could run. Spent a lot of time bouncing from place to place, stealing when I could and hiding when I couldn't. Until I met Lino.
	"He was a great man. Taught me everything I know about about lying and cheating. He could've taught me more if he hadn't died on me... And no, I can't see in infrared, whatever that means. Does that help?"
	Relief washed over the tiefling as Clem gave a little sniffle and nod. "Sounds like a very interesting life."
	"Oh, you don't know the half of it." Neera couldn't help herself. She was just too glad that she hadn't cut the dryad too deeply. "I've had enough fun for ten girls. This one time, there was this halfling bard who claimed he could sing the pants off a princess if he tried. Well, I was staying at the same inn as him and every night, he'd try to get me up to his room. Now, I don't usually go for shorter guys, but rumor had it that he was equipped like an orc, if you catch my meaning. I was curious, but I didn't want him to know I was curious, so one night, I-" Clem's look stopper her dead in her tracks. There was just something about the way her eyes shined. There was nothing judgmental or anything, she just paid a little too much attention. "Never mind, it's a dumb story." The dryad seemed only a little disappointed. "Mind if I take a look at that?" Neera crooked a finger at the book still cradled in her companion's arms.
	A frightened look crossed Clem's face, replaced with her usual optimistic grin so fast that Neera doubted it had been there at all and the hefty tome exchanged hands.
	"Clem, this is incredible." The tiefling said once the duo had begun walking again. Neera was telling the truth. She found herself doing that quite a bit lately. Page after page of sketches so exact in every detail that the tiefling could recognize every last animal her dryad friend had drawn. A swarm of bees that almost seemed to buzz around the page, a jackrabbit that looked as if it would bound from the paper and into the woods, a fierce manticore ready to pounce, all done in remarkable detail with countless notes scribbled into the margins surrounding them. The last page was like looking into a mirror. The dryad had gotten everything right in the short time they had known each other. Her profile, her silhouette, even her... wait a moment...
	"Oh, come on. My ass is not that big."
	The dryad jumped. "Oh? I could have sworn I had gotten all the proportions correct..."
	"Well, maybe. But couldn't you slim me down just a tiny bit?"
	"But... Inaccurate data would be counterproductive to the purpose of my book." Could green women blush? It seemed so. "Oh look, we have arrived."

	"Here" was a half crumbled chunk of tall wall painstakingly camouflaged as a cluster of trees. Neera couldn't even tell them apart from the rest of the forest until she touched them. Once she knew what to look for, she saw them everywhere. Bits and pieces of the stone tree wall in a giant ring that curved around where she stood. They were in a courtyard. She never would have found this place on her own, even with proper directions. Any sign of what had once been here had fallen to dust as the woods surrounding grew in to fill the gaps.
	The light was fading fast and her inherent night vision began kicking in as she scanned the ancient yard a second time. She could make out what she thought had once been buildings, though they had all been worn to foundations by time. What she had thought to be a low hill actually had an old door leading down into it. A tomb? Some kind of archaic temple? Paydirt, either way.
	All the awkwardness from before was quickly forgotten. The tiefling scrambled over gnarled root and broken wall, a wicked grin growing on her lips. She was going to be rich again, she knew it in her guts. Excitement bubbled up in a mirthful giggle as she began to hack away at the veil of roots covering the blackened doorway. She didn't need to keep at it for very long. The tough old curtain brushed aside, seemingly of its own accord. Probably Clem's work, Neera quickly reasoned before diving into the decrepit ruin. The torch she lit on the way was an afterthought.
	It was everything she had hoped it would be. Great statues of forgotten elf lords towered to the ceiling and lined the long subterrainian hall. Each tall stone lord guarded a dusty stone coffin, their severe faces looking out upon the walkway between. There wouldn't be any way to tell which one was more important just by looking. Neera licked her smiling lips. She'd just have to check them all.
	"I do not like this place." Clem said from the entrance. The tiefling barely heard her as the first stone coffin slid open with an ear-popping scrape. Nothing. On to the next one.
	"It's fine, Clem. They've all been dead for a long, long time, see?" The second coffin's resident made for an impromptu puppet to prove her point. The shock in the dryad's glowing eyes told her this was probably a bad idea. Oh well, third times the charm.
	"I do not like the way these things are looking at me. What exactly are you looking for and how long will this take?" Damn hat trick. The third coffin contained nothing. 
	"They aren't real, Clem! And we're looking for anything shiny." Two left. The fourth coffin took a bit of work. It must have been like this for a very long time. Nothing again. 'That's okay, right? It's always in the last place you look.'
	Tears of desperation welled in her eyes as she opened the lid at the end of the hall...
	"Neera?" This was all wrong. There was always something, always. Tattered rags covering a bleached white skeleton. Under that was the stony bottom of the coffin. "Neera?" She felt a distant hand on her shoulder. Clem's voice in her head was drowned out by her own internal mantra.
	'There's always something. There has to be something.' All smooth. Until...
	The button pressed in with a small click. Some carved mural off to Neera's right slid sideways, revealing another passage. She took a moment to compose herself before turning to face the dryad. "See? I told you it was fine." Clem didn't look any less worried. 
	The tiefling silently berated herself for getting worked up over nothing. The second hall was just a short, smooth walk to an altar at the far end. On the altar sat a solid gold statuette of a great eagle taking flight. She could practically smell the money she was about to make. It was all she could do to not skip to the figure and take it right now, but she crouched, waving her torch in front of her and watching the ground carefully.
	"What are you-" Neera cut her companion off with a finger as she snapped the almost invisibly thin wire with her dagger. She allowed herself a prideful grin as she turned to face Clem and walked, backwards, to her prize.
	"I'm a professional, Clem." The admiring look the dryad was giving only egged her on. "I could smell a trap a mile awa-" There was a loud snap and Neera was falling. 
	She grabbed something with her outstretched hand, or rather, something grabbed her. The strain on her arm nearly took it out of place. Screaming in pain and panic, she watched the torch sputter down into the darkness. Before the light had completely gone, she saw wicked spikes lining the bottom of the pit. Her heart pounded against her ribs and she went catatonic with fright as her stiff body was hauled back over the edge and up into the arms of her companion.
	She was impressed, once she had recovered from the shock, that such a wispy thing could lift her so easily. Clem had her in a tight bear hug and stroked her hair, trying to calm her. She let the soft smell of vanilla wash over her and let Clem hold her for a little longer than was totally necessary. She had forgotten how nice it was to have someone watching her back. She desperately wanted to stay like that for a bit longer, but they had a job to do and she was rapidly tiring of this place.
	"Clem, I could kiss you right now." She tore her head away from her friend's chest and found that their faces were mere inches apart. The dryad had definitely turned a darker shade of green. "But I would like to get out of here. So, y'know. You can put me down any time."
	"Are you sure?" Clem asked as the tiefling wriggled from her arms and dropped to the floor.
	"Absolutely." Neera gave her friend a wink and set about finding a way around the pit. "And after this, we're gonna celebrate my newfound wealth. My treat."

	Neera threw her head back and let another mouthful of liquor burn its way down her throat. The "tavern" fit the village it was settled in. It was all a crude mess of half rotted boards with pouty-eyed people that all glared at her when the duo came in this morning. The tiefling was used to the occasional stare, but the looks they gave Clem made her stomach churn. The dryad didn't seem to notice, however, so she just ignored it.
	Clem was holding her own beside Neera, though only drinking a fraction of what the tiefling was putting away. A bit off the tip of one of her golden eagle's wings was enough to get a room and "All the drink ye' can manage." as the bartender put it, and Neera intended to get her money's worth. She had worked her way through bottle after bottle of cheap, watery beer before demanding the most expensive liquor they had and now she was almost done with that. Shed been drinking since Clem and her had wandered back into town this morning which made measuring time a bit of a chore. She'd taken five or six bathroom breaks and eaten three meals, if that was any indicator of how long she'd been sitting in the pleasant company of her new friend.
	Finding her bottle mysteriously empty, Neera slumped her spinning head to rest on Clem's shoulder. The green girl didn't seem to have much sense of boundaries and even if she did, Neera would be much too drunk to care. "What do you intend to do now?" the dryad asked, slurring her words only slightly.
	"How d'you mean?" Neera mumbled in response.
	"All you have wanted since I met you yesterday was to have gold. What are you going to do with it?"
	"Hadn't thought that far ahead, really." The truth of it stung her pride a little. "Probably head to whatever city's closest. They're bound to at least have better booze there." She pawed at the bottle once more, saddened to find it still empty. "I'll figure it out in the morning. Mama hasn't slept in two days and needs a little nap." Her legs buckled underneath, sending her tumbling to the floor when she tried to rise from the wooden stool.
	In an instant, Clem was there, wrapping strong arms and coarse vines around Neera just before she hit the ground. "My hero." the tiefling chuckled as the dryad began carrying her down the hall. She was much too woozy to make a fuss about it and instead draped her arms around Clem's neck. Something was eating at her as her strong friend cradled her effortlessly. "Why you doing all this?"
	"Why am I doing what?"
	"Don't even know me and you've already saved my dumb ass more times than almost anyone I've known. Why?"
	"I find you very... interesting." She left it at that. The one time she refused to go on some tangent just had to be the one time Neera needed a proper answer. It wasn't fair. Clem put all this work for somone who, under normal circumstances, would do nothing for her. Neera hated handouts. She needed to repay the girl somehow. She pulled herself and pressed her full lips onto Clem's cheek.
	"Thank you." It wasn't much, but it was all she really knew. She shouldn't have been so surprised when the dryad kissed her back. Clem's inexperience showed, making Neera lead in the lingering embrace as the duo pushed through the door to their room. The dryad tried to drop her, but Neera refused to break the lip lock and dragged her green lover to the bed on top of her. Their "bed" was just a worn blanket on a dry pile of hay, but as she started to explore the dryad's slim body with her hands, Neera decided there was nowhere she'd rather be.
	Her neck freed, Clem broke the kiss and sat up, straddling her tiefling lover. Her slender hips began to rock and the leafy dress, which Neera now realized must be part of her, began to recede. Odd as she was, she still had all the parts of a woman. Dark green nipples topped the barely-noticeable mounds of her emerald breasts, matching the tone of her nether lips. Despite her beauty and her sensual dance, the dryad still blushed deeply as Neera studied her figure. The tiefling slid her hand from slim hip up over flat stomach and getting within inches of her lover's breast before Clem grabbed both her hands and forced them back down into the hay.
	Neera whimpered in anticipation at her forcefulness, but let the sound die when she saw the uneasy look on the dryad's face. She strained her neck, trying to move her lips back to her green lover's. An uncomfortable maneuver, but well worth the vanilla flavored kiss that it earned her. Something slithered its way up her front and under her comfortable clothes. She sighed into Clem's mouth as the vine wound its way around her breast, encircling it and trapping it in a firm grasp.
	"Does this... feel good?" Clem asked, a tinge of worry in her voice.
	"Wonderful, dear. It'd be even better if you let me out of these clothes first." Neera almost begged and was a little amused at the mixture of excitement and caution on her partner's round face.
	The vine slid back down her stomach and started to work her loose shirt up over her. A second vine appeared and began the same process on her pants. Clem's hands still kept Neera pinned to the simple mattress and her bright eyes, full of intent and glee, locked lovingly with the tieflings. The only time Neera was let go from her lover's hold and infatuated stare was so that her top could be completely removed and even then, it was only a moment before she became locked to the bed once more.
	She lay there, naked and helpless for a while as Clem studied her body with wide, yellow eyes.
	"Like what you see?" 
	The dryad nodded silently, never tearing her gaze from Neera's torso.
	"You gonna do something with it, or just sit there all night."
	That broke her trance. Clem regained eye contact and gave a bashful smirk. One of the rough tendrils reclaimed Neera's chest, winding around both breasts in a figure eight. The vines massaged her, eliciting small moans whenever they glided over one of her hardened nipples. She felt the second tendril creep its way up her leg and push against her wet, and now uncovered, womanhood. She wanted so much to feel it fill her, but instead, it ground and writhed against the entrance as if unsure how to proceed. The dryad's unintentional teasing set her already smoldering pussy ablaze and sent her hazy mind spiraling into desperate pleasure. She could see that Clem was growing hot and bothered by the act as well. It only made sense that she would be able to feel what was happening with the long appendage.
	"Is this alright?" The dryad squeaked.	
	"Clem, please." A choking plea that cut off with a throaty moan as the thick tendril speared into her waiting sex. 
	Her back arched and her lover squealed and contracted, putting their faces close to each other once more. Neera took the opportunity to lock her open mouth around the dryad's. Clem's eyes had rolled back in ecstasy, overcome with unfamiliar sensations. Her mouth gaped and a long, black tongue waggled out into Neera's. The thick thing filled the tieflings mouth and she began to play with it, suck on it like it was a hot, throbbing cock.
	The dryad slowly recovered from the penetration and began to tentatively respond to Neera's ministrations, thick tongue throbbing and sliding to the back of the tiefling's throat and back. The first vine, now pinned between the lovers' modest chests, resumed its writhing. Four petite tits pressed together as the tendril rubbed around and in between them. The second vine began to move, as well. It wasn't a thrusting motion like Neera was used to. Instead, it shook her insides, rolling and pulsing and stimulating the entire canal all at once.
	The two women moaned into each other's mouths. Neera felt Clem quiver as she ground her green pussy against the small of the tieflings stomach, smearing it in hot, sticky nectar. Shaky hands released Neera's wrists and slid up to entwine their fingers in her own. The tendril between them snaked its way between the two pairs of breasts and prodded at Neera's chin.
	Clem slowly pulled her tongue from Neeras mouth and said, "Sorry. My vines will sometimes act of their own accord."
	Now that it was so close, the tiefling inspected the odd appendage that now stood, throbbing between her and the dryad. Some six inches of rough exterior had actually pulled itself back to reveal a soft looking length covered in some kind of clear fluid. Curious, and still tipsy enough to try anything, Neera gave the bright green thing a test lick. It tasted terribly bitter, but the way Clem bit her lip and briefly halted her winding inside the tiefling's sex encouraged her to give a second lick, then a third. The tendril inside her picked up its efforts again, rolling and twisting against the walls of her canal.
	She gave the first vine a kiss and watched her lover's face contort in lust at the sight. The tendril in her pussy began to twist and shiver violently, losing pace. She felt the heat in her belly threaten to burst, but held on, wanting to make the feeling last a little longer.
	 Her eyes went wide with excited shock when she saw Clem's giant tongue loll from the dryad's mouth and begin stroking against the slick, green length. The sight of her new friend fellating herself was enough to force Neera over the edge. The overwhelming sensation made Clem cum.
	Her body wracked with orgasm, her sex tightened around Clem's ejaculating tendril. Something hot and sticky flooded her insides and that same odd substance spewed from the tip of the vine that both women were servicing with their mouths. The thick, sickly sweet liquid spattered across her face and into her open mouth. She heard the dryad moaning Neera's name into her ear as they both rode their climaxes to completion.
	Clem slumped, half unconscious onto the bed beside Neera. A minute passed as the two collected themselves.
	"I apologize, Neera." Clem finally broke the silence, suddenly shy once more. "I did not intend to get it on you like that..."
	The tiefling cut her off with a kiss, sharing some of the dryad's strange and wonderfully tasting cum with her. "You can leave it in all night, if you want."
	It took a second for Clem to realize what she meant, but she removed her second member from Neera's vagina. The tiefling shivered at the motion against her still sensitive sex. "Sorry." The dryad whispered. There was a pause as the two held each other, legs entwined and hands held. Just as Neera began to drift to sleep, she hear Clem say, "I was thinking. I am sorry if this is too forward, but..." another pause as the dryad gathered her thoughts. "While I do not understand how you intend to proceed from here, I believe that I would enjoy going with you." She muttered, making it hard to understand. She quickly added, "If that is alright with you, of course." 	
	"That'd be great." Neera said as she finally fell asleep.

	Neera cracked her eyes open and instantly regretted it. Light seared into her already aching head as she tried to remember. Drinking, more drinking, something to do with a dryad, the idol. The idol?
	Forcing her eyes open once more, she saw that the idol was gone from its perch on the floor by her head. What logic was left in her brain figured that someone must have nabbed it while she was asleep. Somehow, she wasn't mad. Instead, she took in the room around her. Wooden planks for walls, an opening with a curtain that stood in for a proper window, and something laying next to her.
	Clem opened her eyes and smiled, bringing herself up to peck Neera on the cheek. "What are we going to do next?" She asked.
	"We'll figure something out, hun." Neera couldn't help but smile back.