My journey northward passed with little incident, save for a brief encounter with a hungry wolf. The beast's yellow eyes caught the first light of dawn, but a firm press of my heels into my mare’s flanks and a generous amount of panic spurred us forward, leaving the wolf behind in a disappointed blur of gray fur. I arrived at the entrance of the cavernous domain at midday, heart still beating fast but none the worse for wear.

Setting up camp this time, I chose a spot a little deeper in the caverns than my last expedition, yet still far enough to avoid any unwanted guests in the night. The terrain was rocky but workable, with a view of the twisting, crystalline formations that adorned the deeper recesses. My hands, once steady and methodical, worked to unpack my supplies—vials, pouches, mortar, and pestle—all the tools of my trade laid out in a familiar arrangement.

Yet even as I prepared my station, I began to notice an unpleasant itch. The lingering effects of a night spent at the tavern, perhaps, had caught up with me, and a discomfort itch bloomed across my groin, persistent and maddening. Suspecting scabies or some other skin irritation, I decided to concoct a remedy on the spot. Nothing out of the ordinary to prepare a remedy at camp, or while traveling.

I reached for the ingredients I had packed: glowing mushroom, cave moss for its healing essence, and, of course, what I thought was powdered chaurus egg. My head still felt heavy from my recent indulgence, and I failed to notice the subtle difference in texture and scent as I measured out the fine, gray powder for the egg portion. Then I reached for the vial of suspended ejaculate for the customary pinch to accelerate the effects.

I struggle…to  wri……

Recalling sometime later to update my notes.

I crushed and blended the ingredients with practiced ease, creating a thick, pungent salve. I applied it liberally to the affected area, noting the immediate coolness and then... an unexpected surge of warmth. My pulse quickened, a flush rising over my skin in an overwhelming wave. I struggled to keep writing, but the heat grew more intense, spreading like wildfire. Arousal, powerful and uncontrollable, gripped me as my vision blurred and my thoughts scattered. I felt my strength slipping away, the world around me dissolving into darkness.