Better; she seems to get into it.

Anise seems to hesitate at first, struggling against Willow's hands and trying to pull her face away from the eager nature-spirit's crotch, but Willow's grip is unyielding and her threat of you intervening seems to make her all the more willing to fulfill the Dryad's desires.

The tiny pink muscle of her tongue tentatively slips out from her mouth and touches Willow's already damp lower lips, slowly licking at the hazel folds with a delicate touch.

After a few seconds of this, unseen to you, the look on her face changes from one of disgust to one of almost excitement. She shifts in place, rubbing her thighs together as her tongue begins to intensify its licking, almost eagerly lapping at her captor's cunt.

You watch this display with a mask of boredom bordering on disdain, leaning on your sword where it is planted in the earth of the clearing. Your shield is slung across your back, the poisonous aura not affecting the surrounding flora in any way.

"Oh, liking this, are you?" Willow teases, looking down at the captured Druid with an the evil grin. "Do you enjoy being held down and **** to pleasure a 'monster'?"

Anise's only response is a muffled groan, her shuffling only increasing as she seeks any sort of pleasure she can derive from the limited movement offered by her position.

"Hey, big guy!" Willow calls to you, relinquishing her grip with one hand and waving you over. "Wanna join in on the fun?"