Sell the nymph

The vacant expression of the **** nymph is bemusing to you. With a grunt, you manage to pick up their rubenesque figure, holding them bridal style. Even their slightly already plump tummy is bulging out with how much cum you've pumped into them. A trail of cum is left behind as you walk towards the black market place in the middle of the woods.

This egotistical pompous slut might as well have a literal stick-up-their ass. Perhaps a bit of bondage will teach them some humility... or transform them into a mindbroken cumslut. Either or, you plan on at least benefitting from it, you're very opportunistic after all.

You reach the marketplace in the woods. Walking deeper in, you pass all sorts of interesting folks. A lizard man laughing hardily as he yanks one of his workers into a kiss so deep, you see the poor worker's throat bulge as the lizard's long tongue slithers further down the esophagus. Another sight to behold is the auctioning off of a beautiful harpy boy. His feathers are elegant, consisting of several bright hues of greens, reds, and blues. If you weren't here to sell this dolt nymph, you may have just bought the harpy. Moving on though, you make it to the center desk. A thin young man with curly ginger eyes concealing his eyes pops up from underneath the desk, clearing his throat,

"Salutations! How may I help you today!"

"I'm looking to sell this floral nymph. Know anyone interested?" You respond.

"One moment," he says before getting out a big book. He begins skimming it, muttering to himself as he checks it's contents. "What's the phenotype of the lil flower here?"

"Uhh" you're unsure what that means.

He clarifies, "I'm asking what kind of flowers does this nymph make."

That's easy you think to yourself, "Roses, of the red variety."

He mumbles a bit more while skimming his book, "Oooo marvelous! Those are worth a ton! Extremely rare nowadays since the culling hundred years ago. That'll fetch you a fine amount. And you're in extra luck. A mercenary band was looking for something sturdy-like a nymph to serve as their resident fleshlite. Hardy army men n all."

You chuckle a bit, "Don't I know it, haha"

The desk keep fumbles some papers before directing you where to go, "Just turn right past John's tent and you'll be right at the band's tent."

"Alright, sounds easy enough."

"Oh! And one more thing" the ginger interjects, "be a bit careful, the mercenaries are primarily orcs and they can get rowdy."

You nod your head. As you turn your head you cant help but smirk.

Even better.