Nympholympics 5 – Walking Nympho Road

“How ya think they do that?” Hailey looked up at the cloudless sky, blinking a couple times. Even a valley in the middle of Utah was at a notably higher elevation than the city they had started the day in. Everything felt brighter because of it.

A bright day fit the country gal well. The lines and triangles that a micro bikini had cut through the caramel tan that covered 95% of her were extra pronounced in the shameless sunlight. Her huge breasts jiggled with every step, nipples hard from arousal. That was a noteworthy factor. Usually, a naked stroll in mid-November should have pebbled areolas only because of the cold.

John glanced up at the cloudless sky himself. The Vision of Calamity, his contact lenses, allowed him to see the streams of active magic up above. They were faint but steady and he traced them to somewhere north. “Given the patterns I can see, I think they have their own obelisk.”

“So, it’s closer to Rome than the Guild Hall?” the country gal drawled and adjusted her trucker hat. Even when taking a nude stroll, Hailey would not be caught without it.

John nodded. “Has to be, considering the Weather Tower is good old Gamer BS,” he answered. The obelisk that controlled the weather in Rome was a product of immense effort and magical research. It consumed incredible amounts of energy to regulate whatever was needed to achieve a specific weather effect, typically humidity and warmth. The Weather Tower in the Guild Hall consumed incredible amounts of energy and then things just happened. How it actually worked was a mystery, although Lee had a theory that it changed the weather the same way Fateweavers could conjure materials.

If that was true, Lee would eventually replicate it. That would be another revolution in the field of Fateweaving. For now, she was too busy researching her space-penetrating powers though.

“I wanna go have a look at it,” Hailey said.

John shrugged with a smile and gestured in the direction they had to take. “Then follow me, my country gal.”

“Ain’t callin’ me a lady?” The dirty blonde scoffed playfully.

“I am giving you a much higher compliment,” John insisted. “I love country gals.”

Hailey ran a hand over her softly toned stomach and smirked when she ran over the Lover’s Will mark. “Ain’t that the truth? Ya started flirtin’ with me just ‘cause I got this ‘sexy’ accent.” She continued down to her pussy and gave the exposed slit a few mid-walk rubs. Her fingers came back wet.

“I also saved you just because of your sexy accent,” John reminded her. It was something to joke about only because it had worked out the way it had. Had he not wanted to find himself a country gal worthy of his harem in that exact moment, she would have ended up in a mana factory.

After sucking the pussy juice from her fingers, Hailey answered, “Mhm, guess I owe ya for that.” She swerved in her steps. Reflexively, he aimed to put an arm around her waist and get a nice, firm handful of her plush butt. His fingers barely brushed over her nubile skin before she pulled away again. “Imma repay ya later,” she said with a teasing wink.

John grunted, displeased by the denial of her warmth but equally enticed by her teasing. He concentrated on his feet for a moment, to prevent his cock from rising beyond half-mast. Walking with a bouncing erection in front of him was distracting in multiple ways. Better to think about the pavement.

John had first noted the particular ‘softness’ of the stone on the way from his bus to the mansion, now he really noticed it. The white rock felt oddly like a firmer sport mattress, yielding to his weight just enough that walking on it barefoot was a pleasant experience. The stone was swept regularly, proven by the amount of pine trees flanking it and the lack of pine needles on it.

They passed a couple of properties as they walked and chatted. The waterpark was quite close to the mansion and John fully intended to visit it later. An adult playground was another point of interest, filled with sex swings, ropes to entangle partners in, and other erotic variations on typical playground structures. The ‘puppy playpen’ they passed by without any interest. John could appreciate the idea behind the kink, but it was not among his.

They reached a park. The change was immediately obvious by the difference in trees. The pines had been deliberately replaced with deciduous trees, whose green leaves hung overhead, framing the blue sky. The weather obelisk peeked up above them. Hundreds of people crowded below, doing as people did in parks – except without shame and clothing.

A couple sat on a park bench, making out as they mutually masturbated each other. A group of female friends sat on a picnic blanket, chatting while getting eaten out by their partners. A man stood at a corner, casually face-fucking a goblin while on the phone with someone. For all of these and more acts of public degeneracy, there were so many people who just walked and sat about, naked without any ongoing intercourse.

“There’s a lot of people,” Hailey noted.

“Indeed and half of them are looking at you,” the Gamer pointed out. The stunning, curvy and (by now) famous enigma engineer drew eyeballs wherever she went. Between the jiggle of her breasts and the tremors of her thighs, that was the least surprising thing ever. Hailey was the quintessential American country gal in every way. Milk tanks like a cow, legs and stomach toned from everyday work in the yard and garage, skin and hair darkened and bleached by the sun, and the smirk of a tomboy to round it all out.

Hailey bit her lower lip and nodded. Her green eyes swept across the crowd, then she suddenly stopped mid stride. She adjusted her stance, spreading her legs, allowing a drip of pussy juice to drip from swollen folds. Her fingers rubbed over the white mound, a highlight of female flesh between her caramel thighs. The expression on the country gal’s face turned blank with pleasure. Half-lidded eyes fixed on no certain point.

Right then and there, Hailey masturbated. The act drew casual attention from the primarily female crowd around them. No one was shocked. The sight was normal here, gathering attention only because such a prime example of womanhood did it. John watched her quietly, finding the scene too hot to intervene.

Hailey’s hips quivered, grinding her pussy into her fingers with increasing intensity. She drove her digits into her eager folds. She cried out loud, unashamed if not boisterous in her pleasure. She cupped and squeezed her left tit, twisting the nipple to try and appease her masochistic urges. It was enough to push her over the edge.

Throwing her head back, Hailey came in the middle of the public walkway. Her hips rolled with spasmic infrequency, as the overloading pleasure signals faded from the peak. “Haaaaaaaa…” she let out a long, relieved breath. “This place is gonna drive a gal crazy.”

“In a good way?” John asked, just to be sure.

“Ya know it,” she answered, once more licking her fingers clean.

With the show over, interest in Hailey diminished slightly. It was all as professional as it could be, given the environment, which was pretty professional. The people around them weren’t some depraved pleasure cultists, they were the connoisseurs of the erotic world. The rules of engagement in this place were instinctively understood by everyone. Look, don’t touch – that was the most fundamental one.

“A whole lotta people,” Hailey reiterated. “Rare to see this many people in the Abyss.”

“It is more than I expected,” John agreed. “Although ultimately not that surprising. It’s a globally known event, so the perverts of the world unite here.”

There were probably ten to twenty thousand people in the space. A small number of people given the size of the Protected Space, but since most of the activities happened in selected areas, they were concentrated in ways that really delivered on how many people there were. John expected another couple of thousands to arrive over the coming hours. Tomorrow would be the opening events of the Nympholympics, the day after that the first proper competitions.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t have participated if it wasn’t for the barrier between mundane and Abyss,” Hailey confessed.

John wasn’t surprised. Hailey had fairly religious parents. Them finding out that she had a porn tape would be bad enough, but if they had learned about these circumstances, they would have given her hell. “Well, you got lucky in that regard, Lee did not.”

“It is what it is,” Hailey agreed.

They reached the obelisk a moment later. It was a tall structure, made from some kind of greyish-white stone, covered from base to tip in runes that glowed in various colours. It was quite obviously of the same make as the one in Rome, just on a smaller scale. “Ah, I see, it can’t manipulate the weather freely, it just locks it into one state,” the Gamer said after checking Observe. “Still, another sign of how many powerful friends this place has.”

“Wonder if I could build somethin’ like that.” Hailey scanned one rune after the other, committing them to memory in shape and placement.

“Isn’t this more of an enchanting thing?” John asked. Runes, as physical conduits of magic, were difficult to categorize. Primarily, however, they were used in support of core enchantments whose complexity had grown beyond what the ‘soul’ of the material could hold.

“It’d be different, but should be doable,” Hailey answered.

“Well, you are the authority on it.” John stepped away from the obelisk, pulling Hailey along to a cushioned bench. They sat down there and just relaxed under the light of the sun.

“Want a handy?” Hailey offered.

“Not right now.” Despite the stimulating display earlier, John was happy to just bask in the casual joy of public nudity. Compared to other people, he was naked a lot more on any given day and he was no stranger to be nude in the open, given his various private properties. Sharing such closeness to nature with such a large crowd was liberating in a different way.

Although he did have his reservations about it.

John cracked one eye open, glancing at the people around. Goblins jiggled about, catgirls sashayed, and all over the place the perverts of the world chatted. There was noise, like at an amusement park, except that laughing children were replaced with moaning women. It was a unique blend of sounds. It was also loud.

“I think I prefer the farm,” he stated.

“Yeah, I agree,” Hailey said and pulled his hand to her thigh. He squeezed. “But this is nice for today.”

After some more time in the park, they returned back to the mansion.