She's had a taste, you just need to remind her.

You continue your whispering touch, loosening your rougher vines till you're just barely holding her by her wrists, and set about enacting the delightful punishment. The relative sensory deprivation makes the lightness of your touch all the more excruciating and Miera clenches her teeth, almost in pain from your featherlike groping. Every few seconds you graze a particularly sensitive region, a nipple, her lips, her rapidly hardening clit, and she jerks like you slapped her. A human torturer wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, the patience and control required were monumental. Unfortunately for your "god touched" victim, you had plenty of both. It isn't long before she's actually keening, writhing and bucking to escape your ministrations.

The spiders are fascinated, staring up in awe with altogether too many eyes at the spectacle you presented them with. You weren't quite sure how they saw Miera, or even human females in general. By some mistake of biology you found them erotic and enticing but you got the feeling the spiders probably saw them differently, more likely as breeding vessels than the potential for fun like you did.

After some time torturing the sensitized witch you take pity on your screaming captive and move on to something more substantial. You start trailing thin lines of Herbal Flow all across her body, deftly rubbing it into her skin. The increased pressure alone seems to be a huge relief and Miera sags in your grasp, taking ragged breaths as she recovers from your insidious tickling, but as you continue you notice a warm flush spreading across her skin. She groans wantonly, rubbing her legs together as the intoxicating golden fluid seeps into her skin. Ghosts of her last exposure seem to be revisiting her as her thighs flex, squeezing a non-existent invader. That's a good witch... doesn't it feel so much better when you give in?

With what must be truly a Herculean effort Miera responds to your words, eyes focusing on you, features distorting in hatred. No clever words? But we're just getting started! She visibly seems to crumple and her eyes turn skyward, "Lord Logaros... Please... Raise me from this creature!" You both wait with baited breath but nothing happens beyond a dense cloud front lazily rolling down from the mountains. It seems your god has abandoned you. She can't seem to tear her eyes from the sky, a tear leaking from her eye, Oh there, there... I'm here. I won't throw you aside like some used garment as your god did. I'll take good care of you. Marking your words, a tentacle circles her pucker like a particularly dextrous tongue, lubricating her with your addictive slime.

Suddenly she seems to slump and her breathing deepens. After a moment her hips press back on the intruder, a listless groan escaping her lips. You give her a light shake. She wiggles against you but otherwise doesn't respond. Hm... You get the impression that her mind has checked out for the time being and her body is responding instinctively. Maybe it's some kind of meditation. That wouldn't do in the long term, you needed a **** not a prisoner. But for now you'd settle. You'd conquer her mind eventually, right now you could prepare her body to help you. You'd be disappointed if she gave in that easily anyway. With considerable ease compared to this morning you slip a dozen miniature tendrils into her back entrance, massaging your life-giving fluids into her softly constricting interior...