Get out

You walk out of the cage, and the dryad in front of you puts a collar on your neck. She pulls the rope attached to that collar, signaling you to come with her.

You follow them from behind, enjoying the view of their swinging naked asses. Several minutes pass and your attention switches to the first signs of dryad's camp.

As you walk past the little tents, made of wooden branches and leaves, you see similar murky dryads near those tents looking at you, some of them with curiosity and some with lust.

Finally, a much larger tent comes into your view. Two dryads with spears stop in front of its entrance as the dryad who was holding your leash enters the tent, pulling you inside.

As you enter the tent you feel that the air here is much warmer. The whole tent is illuminated by a small floating globe at the top of the tent. There are few dryads sitting here on the ground, but one dryad is sitting on a rustic wooden throne. You can see that she is taller than other dryads, maybe even taller than you.

You are looking at her naked body, enjoying the view of her impressive breasts, covered just by her long dark hair that is waving down from her shoulders. Her crossed legs accentuate her womanly hips and sexy thighs.

The dryad who is holding your leash pushes you forward, bringing you closer to the throne and pushing you to your knees.

The dryad in the chair smiles at you and speaks in a sultry voice, "Welcome to my tribe, human. My name is Xanthe."

As you kneel, you notice that your eyes are at the same level as her groin. As if noticing that, the matron slowly spreads her legs right in front of you, revealing her crotch.

But to your surprise, there is a dick between her legs.

Seeing your reaction, Xanthe just laughs quietly. She reaches out to you and grabs you by the chin, looking into your eyes. "I will offer you a choice, human. You can become my personal toy... Or I can throw you into the breeding pit."