Nympholympics 9 – Opening Ceremony

The stadium of the Nympholympics was a clearly modern creation.

Steel, concrete and glass made for the three primary components of it all. Three materials that were, on their own, completely fine. More than fine, even, the modern creation of these materials were practically miraculous. John hadn’t truly appreciated concrete until he had poured some himself. It was surprisingly easy to work with and the end result was practically stone. Steel was every bit as fantastic and modern glass bordered on magic.

John had an outspoken disdain for the overuse of such materials in current-day architecture. That being said, the stadium was fundamentally inoffensive. It was an oblong building, the left and right sides of it curved to give everyone a proper view of the large space at the centre. It resembled the usual Olympic setup, with a race track around the edge and various sand pits and such scattered about the central lawn.

John kept his dislike for this kind of architecture to himself. The worst kind of flaws had been ironed out anyway. The monotonous structure was broken up by statues of naked goblins and catgirls. The seats were nicely cushioned. Railings were decorated. There was extra leg space for cockwarmers and cuntlickers to get comfortable in.

The last of these were not something John wanted integrated in every stadium (neither were the naked statues, although statues in general sounded nice). Regardless, he did make immediate use of it. Delicia, once more his walk’n’fuck toy, was placed down, tied to the base of the chair, and then blindfolded. All she would have been able to see was his cock anyhow, so he felt like this added to the erotic factor of it all. Arms, legs, and sight restrained, the temporary goblin sat there and massaged his balls with her tongue.

“Literally goblin deez nutz,” a certain gamer girl muttered.

“Girls, I am sorry, we might have to have Lee put down,” John said in a grave tone. “Her brainrot is terminal.”

“I will not be criticized on my brainrot by a perv sitting in an actual throne of debauchery.”

That was a decent description for it. As a VIP, John had been given his own lodge halfway up, which was the prime position. Given his lustful reputation, he was quite popular with men and women of Gobbo and Catto Nation alike and they showed this to him by giving him a seat that the Gamer would probably request to take with him to his Sex Dungeon.

It was five metres wide, four metres tall, and three metres deep. It was less a singular seat than a couch with a place of honour. The leg space directly in front of John was customized to tie down three women and the seating to his direct left and right was subtly angled, causing the women seated there to be tilted towards him. Nathalia and Rave had claimed those spots. The seating above him was then aligned in such a way that the thighs of the women seated there were basically right next to his head. Many of the other women were seated in the inwards curving arms of the remaining monstrosity of a throne/bench/couch – whatever it could be called. That it still could not fit his entire harem spoke to the size of his gathering of gorgeous girls.

“Hmm….” Rave looked at the crowd that was slowly filling in the stadium. It was built to comfortably hold around 10’000 people, from the looks of it. Four screens hovering high above the middle of the field gave everyone around a detailed view of what the cameras were pointing at. At that very moment, it was swerving in their direction. “Can’t let them see you only getting serviced by a goblin all the time.”

“That would be a diplomatic issue,” John responded.

Rave grinned and hopped over into his lap. Her perfect butt was a cushion, flattening on his groin. “Hey there, big guy,” she flirted with the manhood beneath her. Fingers wrapped around the pulsing erection, making John groan. He held his first fiancée by the waist. For a man, his hands were on the smaller side, but he remembered when all of him had been thinner and seeing her narrow waist in comparison to what he had now was satisfying in every way.

The digits of the feline Lightbearer moved up and down the shaft, slick with Delicia’s juices. John kissed the neck of his first love, peering past her head at the screen that now firmly showed the two of them. Rave’s breathing was hot and agitated. She pressed the upside of his shaft against her wet petals. Sensitive lips glided up and down the steel rod of his lust. He could not see much of what was happening, but he could feel it all. The squishy softness of a swollen mound, drenched with arousal, and the twitches of spiking pleasure whenever her clit met one of the bumps along the length.

“Oh, fuck,” Rave muttered under her breath, trembling with growing excitement. She was like a giddy virgin, experienced with dildos and vibrators, finally touching a hot and hard cock for the first time.

Simultaneously, Delicia kept sucking, kissing, licking and worshipping his balls. As far as the alchemist was concerned, his manhood was the centre of existence. Hypnosis emphasized her submission to a fine point where thoughts were optional. A choker had been willingly put around her neck and a shackle around her proverbial brainstem.

Rave could not tease herself any longer. She raised her hips until her round ass hovered above him. Her hand pressed his cock against her petals again. This time, the head was close enough to her drenched slit that it slipped inside her. “Ooooh, tiger,” the pink-haired bombshell groaned. The words did not echo through the speakers, but her bliss was visible all the same on the screen. Eyelids fluttered as she sunk down. Walls undulated with every pre-orgasmic shiver. She clenched her teeth, barely holding on while his cock scraped over the roof of her pussy, creating a mildly visible bulge on its way.

The crowd cheered and whistled, witnessing the guest of honour live out the lifestyle celebrated. Every centimetre taken in by the feline Lightbearer was another couple of decibels added to the enthusiastic cries.

Rave dropped down the rest of the way and came. Every exhibitionistic fibre of her being lit up, making her scream. John wanted to hear more. He moved a hand to her clit. “OH FUCK!” Rave shouted out, the intensity of it all ravaging her manners before he even started flicking her sensitive button properly. “O—oo-o-ohhhhhhhh!” Words were lost in an eye-rolling haze, when he started to thrust up into her.

The pitch of the crowd changed. Cheers mingled with moans as orgies broke out all over the place. Throats were fucked, cunts fingered, pussies eaten, backdoors filled, women lifted, men ridden, all while Rave was made to take his cock. She did not bounce, his grip on her waist holding her in place. Still, every impact travelled up her spine and made her wild, pink mane shake.

Rave was locked in a perpetual state of bliss, rising rapidly to something beyond pleasure. Eyes rolled up, barely still visible even in her wide-eyed state. It was a face straight out of the hentais his girlfriend loved the most and a new wave of cheers erupted just as the First Lady of Fusion wailed in euphoric bliss. Pussy juice erupted with an intensity even John found impressive, showering Delicia in waves of the clear fluid.

Unable to hold on any longer himself, John pulled Rave down and hugged her tight. His hips bucked up rhythmless, while Delicia’s tongue encouraged every contraction of his balls. Seed shot into the depth of her eagerly awaiting womanhood, flooding the entrance of her womb.

‘The temptation to flick the switch right here,’ John thought. It surfaced at the height of pleasure and ebbed away with it, replaced with the clarity of how poor a decision that would have been.

“Hrrrrrrrrrrr…” Rave purred, recovering from the ecstasy with every deep breath. “Tiger… wanna put a collar on me?”

“You sure?” the Gamer asked.

“I’m in the mooooooood,” she drawled. Glancing at the screen. Partially, she was doing it for the performance. John was fine with that. When would she next get the chance to combine such kinky behaviour with such a massive crowd?

John pulled out a collar, while Scarlett assigned herself the privilege of taking Rave’s spot to his right. The difference between the skinny Scarlett and the well-endowed Nathalia was stark, which made it all the more enticing. Nathalia decided to study the way his muscles shifted while he fastened the collar around Rave’s neck. Once the clasp was shut, he gave her a simple order. “Serve, sex kitten.”

“Yes, Meowster,” Rave obeyed with a wink and a nod. She joined Delicia on the floor, giving him the rare treat of a fully subservient blowjob from his switch fiancée. Usually, even when she was sucking him off, she did it as an equal.

“What a show!” an announcer’s voice echoed from the loudspeaker. It was sexy, sultry and thoroughly female, which John considered a boon. He would have felt odd about a guy commenting on the various sexual exploits he was going to put on public display over the next couple of days.

“SLUTS, STUDS. SLAVES, MASTERS AND MISTRESSES – ARE YOU READY TO GET IT ON?!”

John looked up to see a familiar face. The man was standing behind the flying announcer’s desk, gesturing with a certainty few people, even Abyssals, would have had when standing on a small platform dozens of metres up. His brown hair was styled into an equally impressive and ridiculous pompadour. All he ‘wore’ was a pair of sunglasses, which he managed to make sparkle spectacularly in the noon sun.

“I am your main announcer, Jeff!” the hype announcer introduced himself.

“And I am Melody,” the woman with the sultry voice introduced herself. She had long, purple hair complete with cat ears. Her eyes were a striking blue colour and her figure tall and curvy. She was the very picture of conventionally attractive, even with her unusual hair colour. Her breasts, round and full, were on proud display, emphasized by lingerie that hid absolutely nothing. “Welcome to the opening ceremony of the 2019 Nympholympics! You have already seen our guest of honour this year, the president of Fusion, John Newman!”

The camera flickered to him once more and he waved for the crowd. Once it went back, he whispered to Scarlett, “Have you confirmed that there is no signal leaving?”

“Remembered that after all?” the redhead asked mockingly. “Yes, all connections are local and I have found no data diversions. Their security is good.”

“High words of compliment from you.”

Scarlett blew air out of her nose.

“Secondly, we would like to thank our patron of this year and every year! The goddess of pornography, Zone-tan!”

John blinked a couple of times, then looked at the screen. It displayed another woman with deep purple hair. He could only assume that this meant Melody was a follower of hers, as this woman was so much higher in the pecking order of reality.

John sometimes found himself wondering if reality had a bias towards bottom heavy shorties. Today was another such day, as Zone was every bit the petite woman he remembered. Her height was around Eliana’s, her shoulders narrow, and her breasts between small and medium. While her hips were not as wide as those of women like Delicia or the blood mage, Zone had a nice pair all the same, with balanced thighs to match.

She smiled, eyes closed, opening them to a wave of erotic power washing over the arena. The throne of tendrils she sat on, and that was apparently fucking her at every moment, pumped a load into her just as she spoke to the gathered arena. “Always remember: I’m watching you fap.”

“The goddess has spoken!” Melody declared and began masturbating right then and there. “Please stand, sit or kneel for the opening self-servicing!”

John found this part of the ceremony thoroughly weird. All of the orgies suddenly became everyone just getting hands-on with themselves. Well, most of everyone, enough of them that it was the vast majority. Admittedly, he only found the male part of this odd. When several of his girls partook, that was completely cool with him.

‘Just my bias here,’ he thought and spent the next couple of minutes ignoring the world around him and focusing on the blowjob he was getting. Even if he wanted to participate, he could not, given that Source of Satisfaction decreased masturbatory pleasure to next to nothing.

Once everyone had blown their load, the ceremony continued with more expected celebrations. Colourful explosions went off in the middle of the field, where a stage surfaced from the opened ground. On it was a group of dancers and singers, putting on the first of several performances. Each song was interrupted by a short acting number summarizing this legend or another.

John watched all of that with mild interest. There was a lot of on-stage fucking involved, usually kept short for the sake of movement. The legends told were interesting in isolation, but John had learned about most of them before. He listened in for any new connection between the two organizing nations and the various ancient threats that John was still dealing with. Nothing of the sort appeared, however. The Gobbo and Catto Nations were their own set of nymphomaniacs, no meddling by Remus, Lorylim, or Rift Spawn required.

After three hours, all of that had run its course and a cat-goblin took to the stage. By looks, she was a younger version of Malossa. It was easy to surmise she was the daughter or granddaughter of the founder of the Nympholympics.

“I thank you all for coming and cumming, to get the obvious pun out of the way,” she spoke, to the chuckling of the now largely calm crowd. Few were the people that could keep up the sexual energy for 3 hours straight, even in this environment. “As every year, the coming days will be filled with a vast number of erotic competitions. There will be jog-fuck marathons, various blowjob competitions, the size queen contest and the free use breeding press challenge.”

John had heard about that last one. It was exactly what it sounded like. About 100 women waited ready to be dicked down in the mating press by one among the carefully selected number of men and whichever men had impregnated the most by the end was the winner. Another creation of these thoroughly perverted cultures – erotic to the core yet so odd to think about critically.

“The major competition of each day will be announced the day before and thus I announce to you the major event of tomorrow – it will be roleplaying! Each of our finest contestants will engineer a situation with up to three partners! Start preparing now!”

“Roleplay, eh?” John hummed and rubbed his chin. He turned his head to smirk up at Eliana. “How do you feel about that?”

“Why the fuck do you ask m- ARE WE FINALLY DOING THE FUCKING PRINCESS THING?!”

“Unless you want to keep that for-“

“NO! DO IT!”

John smirked, this was an easy first place.