Better not get involved, you don't know what she's a sacrifice to

You start to circle around the clearing, and find that you keep looking back at the white-clad figure tied to the pole. Then you look down to your swollen balls.

Hang on just a minute. Couldn't you give her a quick fuck to relieve your pained scrotum? At the very least, you would gain some time to go find your real mate, perhaps several days. And what harm would it do - she's soon eaten by some hideous monster anyway!

You find yourself standing still, with your pecker pointing straight at her.

On the other hand, whatever savage beast or nefarious cult she's being offered to could arrive at any moment.

On the third hand, perhaps the woman knows who or what she's being sacrificed to. You could simply ask her.