For Cherry

The ingredients were all laid out before Lanara, as she needed them to be: The milk of a harpy, Check. The pubes of an elf? Well, she had provided those herself, of course. The tears of a nymphomaniac came easy enough, as did the feather of an angel. The demon’s horn was another thing entirely, but after enough bartering, she had managed to procure one. There was just one thing she was missing - and it, too, was quite the rarity. Hellhound semen was hard to come by, since most who dared to try and acquire it ended up killed, or worse. Through her attempts of trying to purchase it herself, though, she came across rumors of a docile Hellhound. She had been spotted many times, particularly near and in the village of Insmun. It was a popular theory that this animal was not of their world, and was a rather fresh arrival to their domain. The necessity of Hellhound semen could not be understated, and Lanara would do just about anything for it - save put herself at risk. These legends, though, the tales of a Hellhound who was lusty as the rest but far calmer, they inspired Lanara to track her down. Travelling far away, to the town of Insum, she procured a room at the inn, before exploring the town proper. It wasn’t long before Lanara laid eyes upon her - The combination of flesh and fur as stark as coal made her stick out quite easily, and rather quickly, Lanara approached her, waving her down. “Excuse me, miss! My, what lovely hair you have. My name is Lanara Arctana, and I was wondering if I could buy a moment of your time, say, with a drink~?