Kasyrra

You're out exploring your newly inherited land when a portal opens, and you see HER. She's like nothing you've ever seen before. Beyond your control, your eyes fixate on this woman's — no, this creature's — form. What catches your eye first is that she's red. Not flushed, as you are, not burned by the sun, but rather her flesh is a dark, lustrous crimson like that of a flawless ruby. Black hair falls in loose, shaggy streams well down her back, framing broad shoulders and a face that mixes beauty and strength in equal measure. The woman's hair is parted by a pair of horns, curling up beside her head like those of a prize bull and adorned with links of silver chain and blue gemstones. Beneath them, her ears are long and frilled, like those of some great lizard. Or a dragon. Like her horns, they're adorned with several piercings: gold rings and gem studs clinking together with every step. Full, black lips curl into a smile, drawing your attention to her slitted, faintly-glowing yellow eyes bathed in a black sea of charcoal shadow. She arches her back, cupping one of her breasts until milk drools out. Her other hand, though, snakes down between her legs. Somehow, you managed not to see — or convinced yourself you weren't seeing — what lies between her minotaur-like legs. A massive, bestial endowment hangs down well past her knees. Mottled black and dark pink, it's shaped and colored like that of a breeding stallion's, complete with a broad flare as thick around as your palm. A pair of smooth, heavy black balls sway underneath it, each bigger around than your fist and glistening with the moisture of a feminine slit you can just barely glance behind her sack.