Confront her

"What in the Nine Plains of Hell is this about Mareth?" you demand as you emerge from the bush you had sheltered behind.

"You were talking about me!" this girl owes you her life and she's clearly been hiding something significant from you. You've every reason to be angry with her.

You're also worried about her. Whatever happened with the now vanished orb has left Mareth bloody and stunned. She's hurt.

Mareth weeps, "Oh no. You weren't meant to hear any of that." She seems distraught. "I have to... I have to..."

It's not clear what she's babbling about but as she speaks, still down on her knees, blood on her face, she pulls the cheap little wooden necklace she wears off. Amazingly, it disintegrates in her fingers.

"What did you do?" you ask even as a chill wind stirs through the woods.

Mareth doesn't answer. She keeps her head down and refuses to look at you.

There's no warning. You're pulled into the air by your ankle. It hurts, a narrow vine holding you tightly as you're left to dangle from one of the highest trees.

Mareth screams. She's been scooped up by the vines too, lifted up by her wrists as other vines slide across her body.

You can feel the vegetation move around you, sliding in a curl down from your ankle and under your clothes.

Mareth's closes burst off, already torn by the minotaur, they had no chance to resist the moving vines.

The naked priestess is held in front of you. One vine now circles her throat while others grasp her arms and pull her legs apart.

You struggle and squirm, trying to break free from the one that holds you but it's inhuman grip doesn't weaken. The slimy touch of new vines find you, securing your wrists too and pulling you up. While Mareth is being held in a x-shape you find yourself more horizontal, head forward and as if you were kneeling in the air.

You're less than two feet from Mareth. You've a perfect view as one of the vines pushes itself deep into her pussy. What ever magic she released here has caught her too.

"I had ****.. " she sobs again before a vine crawls down her throat.

Mareth thrashes in the air but the vines keep coming. Two in her pussy, pumping at different speeds, and a third plugging her anus. Cum dribbles down between her legs, sweat beads on the breasts that bounce and sway just in front of you.

The vines holding you begin to move...