Pickton Market: Sales Floor

With the utmost smugness, you smirk at the people walking by your cage. You sit there with your legs spread, hard cock throbbing proudly between your legs. Every single customer that passes by turns away at the sight of your huge cock and confident swagger. After all, you're not ashamed to be here. You played a game of chance knowing what was on the line: Your freedom. Lady Luck didn't shine on you that day, and you're fine with that. If this is the path fortune leads you on, you can only walk it with bravado. If your path continues as a ****? Well, that just means more thrills later down that path!

You've been here a week now and no buyer. But then again, few are interested in a confident male ****. Good! That means you'll weed out the people who won't give you an interesting time! Bad, good, so long as it's the most important thing in the world... fun!

Still, you've got one thing they can't take from you. The green cloak around your neck is cursed, and that curse is of the soulbound variety. You can take it off, sure... but you can't get rid of it. It'll keep coming back. It's bound to you until ****. Oh, the **** merchants tried to take it and pawn it off, but they just found it back in your cage. After the third time, they finally listened and stopped trying to take it from you. But damn if the smirk on your face didn't tempt them to try a fourth time!

As you sit, amusing yourself with your own thoughts, an odd sound comes to your sensitive ears. Horse clopping. After a while you see why.

The massive jugs that bounce into your vision cause you to give out an appreciative whistle. Her fair skin is clear, her blonde hair is long, shiny, and tied into a ponytail, while her eyes are a gentle blue. Her arms are slender but clearly pack dense muscle. With a clean white sleeveless blouse and a black skirt, you can tell she's not just a centaur... but definitely a noble. But what's nobility doing in Pickton, let alone its **** market?

As she's clopping along, she stops when she hears your whistle. She turns and gives you a stern stare. "May I help you?"

"Just admiring those giant horse tits!"

Her face flushes and she hugs her breasts with her arms, taking a step back. "How dare you, you cur! Who do you think you are?"

"Grimlett the Unseen! Now what's Charlotte Cloverleaf doin' in a place like this?"

Her face pales. The **** merchant she was following stops and turns around, suddenly realizing she isn't following him anymore. He's about to run back but she holds a hand out to stop him.

Leaning forward, the centauress looks both ways, swallowing hard with a nervous grimace on her face. "How do you know who I am?"

"Oh, c'mon, sweet thing. You're obviously a centaur. More important, your clothes show you're nobility. That sword at your hip looks well-crafted and expensive, meaning you're obviously part of a line of knights. That blonde hair, those blue eyes, that massive rack... It was just an educated guess, sugar tits," you explain, grinning.

She reaches for the hilt of her sword, but manages to control herself. "You are Grimlett the Unseen, you say?"

"Yup! Thrillseeker extraordinaire! I rolled the dice, got snake eyes, and wound up here! It's a fair cop, aye?"

She turns to the merchant. "Unlock his cage!" she calls.

The **** merchant runs up and uses a ring of keys to unlock the... oh, nevermind it just swings open. You smirk at them. "I picked it on my first day. Gotta stay sharp!"

Ignoring that, the centauress steps into your cage. She bends her knees and sits in front of you, hands crossed under her massive bust. "Tell me, Grimlett... What can you do?"

"Master archer. Acrobat. Horseback rider. Trap specialist. Sharp senses, I'm good with animals. I like to consider myself a professional gambler and street performer, but... In practice, I'm more of a lifelong thrillseeker. Oh! And I'm not bad in the sack!"

That last comment causes her to glance down at your erect cock. A blush comes to her face and she shakes her head, meeting your eyes again. "An archer and horseback rider? How are you at horseback archery?"

"As good as I am at horseback ridin', as good as I am at archery. Duh." You grin.

Ignoring your cheekiness, she reaches forward, fingers rubbing at your cloak. "Why did they not take this?"

"Soulbound, love. It's cursed."

She recoils a bit. "What are the effects?"

You smirk. "Promise ya won't tell the **** merchants?"

She nods, then places her hand upon her breast. Oooh, those look soft. "You have my word as a noble that I will not tell a soul."

"Diamond, love." You lean forward and whisper into the cauntauress's horse-like ear. Your breath causes it to flick. When you're finished explaining, her eyes widen and she looks at you like she just struck gold.

She turns to the **** merchant. "I am Charlotte Cloverleaf of the noble House Cloverleaf. I would like to buy this ****! What is the price?"

"Oh, he's gone a week without a sale and no one's interested. Sell 'em to ya cheap. I'd say... a hundred gold coins."

"Done!" She unbuttons the top few buttons on her blouse and submerges her hand into her cleavage. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of all that soft bosom. When her hand emerges, it's holding a wallet. She tosses it to the merchant. "Count out how many you need. I don't care if you take a few extra for a tip. I need this ****."

"Hold up!" you raise your arms to get their attention. "You may be buyin' me as a ****... But I don't gotta listen to every order you give, do I?"

"You better watch your place, sla-"

"No, no. He has a point." Charlotte raises a hand to silence the **** merchant. She looks sternly at Grimlett. "It was foolish of me to show my hand. I require you. I need you, and it must be you. Even if I own you, I can't make you obey without jeopardizing my goal. What must I do to secure your cooperation with me?"

She looks away with a shy blush on her face, reaching an arm over her massive breasts protectively. "If you require... sexual relief, I... I must warn you, I have no experience with matters of the bedchamber, so... um..."