Nympholympics 1 – Preparation for the Festival of Debauchery

Leaving the Forbidden City was a simple affair. The yacht drifted out of the bay, then down the mouth of the river and into the open ocean. The Asian landmass turned smaller as they made their way to Taiwan. They stood at the railing, thinking back to the imperial tomboy who had only been able to see them off in an impersonal ceremony.

They would see her again soon. Not soon enough, but soon.

The return was as uneventful as the one day off he had was. The harem was back together, the part that had gone to China chatting busily with the part that had stayed home to catch up on the various matters. Much had happened on an individual level. Nightingale had plenty of connections to share with Momo and Beatrice, while Ehtra shared the revelations on the Akkadian technologies at use in the Forbidden City. The primary point of discussion was the Rift Spawns, of course, but there was just as little to be said here as there had been with Lu Zhi in the room. They did not know and they had spent enough time in an uncertain world to know when speculating was useless at best and harmful at worst. Locking expectations into a ‘waterproof theory’ was a trap every mind could fall into.

Beyond that, John spent Sunday having copious amounts of sex. It was more than the usual, which was already a lot by every sane standard. His main body craved the touch of the many haremettes that he had missed out on the past week. That and he had to prepare for the Nympholympics.

At the end of the Sunday, he finally had Particle Skin back and was level 760.

Which also meant it was time to look at another blue box from the Lover Class, because he was going after that consistently.

There was **** to be made there. If he had skipped out on the (presumably) last of the Lover’s Will specializations, he would not have heard the end of it. Especially so since this one was so good.

The few women whose mark was as of yet unchanged lined up, naked or clad in lingerie that accentuated rather than hid. Nia, Undine, Gnome, Lydia and Nightingale, those five stood shoulder to shoulder. Mindful certainly was a word to describe those 5. Gnome was a bit of the odd one out, yet she was not entirely out of place. Arguably Momo should have been standing here as well, as should have been Lorelei. Gaia had decided on their marks and John could only assume she knew better.

The button pressed, the women gasped softly. A pleasurable tingle ran through them as the base form of the Lover’s Will mark changed. John committed that old form to memory one more time. A heart sprouting two curled curves, an erotic symbol of the womb and fallopian tubes.

He had been fond of it from the start and it had been a constant across his harem for over a year. To see it changed on the last set filled him with a sense of nostalgia. The loss of uniformity was still lamentable, but he did also enjoy the individual badges.

Nothing was ever perfect, but this was going to be his.

A second heart rippled out from the centre of the Lover’s Will mark, settling as a large heart that encapsulated the middle. A third, slightly smaller and pointier heart shape was then echoed to the south of the centre. A new curve joined the sides stretching upwards. All in all, the Mindful variant of the Lover’s Will mark was perhaps the most complex. ‘Fitting,’ John thought.

“Once more you grant me a boon, my love,” Lydia remarked, once the change had settled. “I shall repay you for it.”

“Do you wish to start right now?” John asked while directly pointing at his dick.

“Quite brazen,” Lydia answered, her voice dry and yet her feet carried her towards him. Her hard nipples protruded from the gaps in her bra, the wine red lingerie framing the perky tops of her medium sized breasts like a prized painting. The queen of Rex Germaniae lowered herself before him with regal grace, kneeling in service but not submission. Her red lips wrapped around the head of his cock, their fullness pure perfection.

John groaned, his powerful lust appeased by the influx of pleasure. Moans vibrated around his cock while the lewd royal bobbed up and down. She skilfully avoided a set rhythm, sucking his cock with the precision and creativity usually reserved for her piano.

‘God, she gives the best blowjobs,’ John thought and he meant it. In raw pleasure provided, others had her beat. No human mouth could compete with Sylph’s electrifying tongue, Salamander’s hot mouth, Undine’s tentacular throat, or whatever Siena/Nahoa felt like making him experience at any given time. Yet, it was Lydia who he loved servicing him this way the most. It was in large part psychological. A foreign monarch bobbing her head in his lap was intensely gratifying. Her technique was ever so slightly above the others, but that was not a consistent thing. Everyone had good and bad days. Really, it was those lips that gave her the edge. Even in a harem of women beyond supermodels, she alone had the perfect lips. The colour, the shape, the velvety sensation when they glided over his skin…

Heavenly.

To truly sate his lust, John pulled in the two women besides him. Aclysia was closely attached, showering him with all the kisses she had only been able to give his other two bodies over the past days. On the other side, Momo leaned against his chest while reading. His arms were around their shoulders, then squeezed their breasts. Aclysia was nice and medium, while Momo was one of two flat women in his harem. He enjoyed giving what little squish there was attention all the same. Even more he enjoyed listening to her breathing accelerate when he teased her nipple.

Hands busy and women panting in his ear, the Gamer felt at peace with his Libido. He relaxed and Lydia gradually pushed him over the edge. Eyes closed, he let the pleasure take him to the ocean of dancing motes of light behind his lids. It ebbed away after a few seconds, leaving him even more relaxed than before. A wet ‘pop’ released his cock once Lydia had recovered from her cum-fuelled climax.

“Do you wish me to continue?” she asked, while stroking his cock. The question was as much aimed at him as it was the rest of the room. It was common courtesy to let another woman have a turn tasting his seed.

“We need to have a conversation that I already know your answer for, so if you would?” he requested, genuinely. She obliged, quickly. He had to struggle a bit to keep his voice even. She eased up on the intensity once she noticed. “Alright, we have to decide who participates in the Nympholympics with me.”

This was the second time they had the conversation. Write-ins were already closed for the regular participants. Given who he was and significance of the event, he had the special privilege to contest with whoever he took along at the time. Him being there was ceremonial in the first place. The Gobbo and Catto Nations had insisted he participate in this tradition of theirs, lusty races that they were. John aimed to actually win it. He had long guessed that he was the greatest male lover in the world, but he wanted a gold medal to prove it.

“Usually I would have to add that only those that compete with me can tag along, but thanks to Lee’s new long distance teleportation-“

“It’s not teleportation, it’s more of a wormhole,” Lee interrupted.

“Same difference in practicality,” John said. “At least in this case. Point being, everyone can thank Lee for the fact that we can take the whole crew along.”

“Won’t the politicians shit their pants and vomit down your ear canal if we fuck off?” Eliana asked.

“They have little to no reason to grumble in this case. Participation in the sex tournament is integral to the annexation of the Catto and Gobbo Nations and thus for the unification of the continent… I love that I got to say that -oh Jesus, Lydia- unironically.”

Little hiccup when the queen’s nose pressed into his lower abdomen aside, the explanation was delivered smoothly. It was true as well. They may have had personal misgivings with him being on the other side of a continent larger than Europe, but he was still technically on the same continent, advancing Fusion’s stated policy. The integration of the western nations had been clear as a policy goal long before he had set out to the Aztec campaign and, in this case, matters had been negotiated by someone else.

John could not be blamed for his movements here. Plus, the fact that Lee had not been secretive about her new capabilities put many at ease. To the Gamer, distance was gradually ceasing to be a factor. If Lee figured out how to push her spatial folding even further, then it was only a matter of time until the difference between reaching his fridge and reaching the Eiffel Tower was what kind of dinner date the Fateweaver wanted.

‘Utility powers can be pretty impressive,’ John thought.

“W-what are you doing?” Lee squawked when she was suddenly beset by the sadistic trio of Siena, Rave and red-eyed Undine.

“Saying thanks,” the slime lady answered melodically, burying the smaller woman in kisses and cuddles.

John let them go on for a minute. He would have let them go on for even longer, but Momo decided to remind everyone of her purpose in talks like these: to keep them on topic. “So, who wants to be a participant in the Nympholympics? We all had a good month to think about it. Hands up on whoever wants to do it enthusiastically.”

Six hands went up.

The truly expected two belonged to Rave and Metra. Since she had stopped denying her exhibitionism kink, the feline Lightbearer had been part of a couple of recordings that went into the semi-public eye. The most famous two were related to the CPDI livestream that she had unknowingly marched into and the follow-up interview with both Cindy and Worlina.

Since then she (and John – mostly John, really) had gotten a bit more careful about eternalized lewdities. They were more than fine with private recordings, such circulated around the harem regularly. They were also okay with their reputation. It was the future that had John a tad concerned. He did not want his children to have to deal with their parents being all over the internet. Therefore, he had elected to make it a rare treat.

As for Metra, the story was similar. She loved showing off her toned body, so her being part of this was just expected.

This was as justified as one could get for filming a porn set and Rave took that opportunity.

The other four were all varying degrees of a surprise.

Least surprising was Sylph. Her being enthusiastic about anything lewd was fully expected, but given her scatterbrained nature, it was not always clear what she would lean into and what not.

After that was Salamander, who John suspected was pulling along because Sylph did. The grin the two exchanged pointed towards some kind of prior agreement. For all their bickering, those two were as thick as thieves.

More surprising was Hailey. The country gal had always been an outdoors enthusiast but fucking with a large audience? That was new. “I remember you being on the fence?” John had to ask.

“Paw-paw ain’t raised no fence sitter,” Hailey answered in her delectable drawl. “Reflected on it, decided I gotta do this kinda stunt once in my life.”

That was fair enough and John would not question her further. He saved that for the last member of the enthusiastic crowd.

Gnome held his gaze with surprising certainty. She was blushing, as the cuddle rock practically always did, yet she sat firm with her hand held up. There was no tremble to it either. “You are certain?” he asked her. Gnome being both a voyeur and an exhibitionist was no secret, but usually it took a considerable amount of horny to overpower her shyness.

“I concur with Hailey!” she responded, a little bit too forceful to be 100% confident, but confident all the same.

“You are absolutely certain?” John drilled a little bit deeper. Questioning his women’s decisions was one of his least favourite activities. Harem harmony was the goal of his life and prodding unnecessarily could ruin that. Alas, not prodding when necessary could allow the proverbial rot to set in. In this case, he felt that insisting on the question was worth the potential ire.

Gnome was not one to get irate at such concern. “Umu!” she made one of her cuddle-rock-noises, as she nodded strongly. “I am certain!”

John nodded back at her. There was still one more day before their arrival in Horny Village (the actual name of the location the Nympholympics were taking place at) and even after no one could stop him from just taking one of his women out of the running. Being in charge of the nation was nice like that.

“Six participants is a good base,” he said. “I would like to get up to 10, just to be on the safe side.”

Aclysia shuffled next to him. There was no way for her to get any closer to him, but there were plenty of alternatives to be just as close. “Let me be the first to volunteer, Master,” she said, her voice even, graceful, servile and lustful. It was a truly impressive tone, honed to perfection by the maid. “To serve you for all to see is my privilege.”

“No, it is mine,” John disagreed.

“No, Master, it is mine,” Aclysia insisted.

“No, Maid, the privilege and joy to know that I have such a gorgeous, faithful, brilliant servant is mine.”

“No, Master, you are mistaken, despite all of your wisdom. It is this maid’s privilege to serve one as handsome, providing and assertive as you are.”

“No, Maid, you-“

“No, Master, understand that-“

“Just kiss already!” Momo interrupted Aclysia’s interruption.

They immediately followed Momo’s demand, mashing their lips together in a moment of pure passion and love. John’s heart fluttered and beat hard, the butterflies in his stomach competing with the surging lust in his lower half. Lydia gulping down a second serving of his seed did not diminish the love in his kiss in the slightest. In fact, John only felt more love for both of them, the emotion multiplied by the presence of the other. ‘God, my life is weird and wonderful.’

“It has been a while since my last pounding in an arena,” Nathalia raised her voice.

The mention of her past affairs, many, many as they were, created the usual interplay of resignation and annoyingly base male possessiveness. Neither were the emotions he wanted to feel about this. Nathalia was his beloved now. Her past was just something he had to accept. Alas, he was not quite able to feel nothing. He was able to not make a verbal deal out of it though.

“This will certainly make all other memories pale in comparison,” the dragoness continued, still inspecting the snack between her claws. “I trust you will show the world why you are my chosen mate, John Newman.”

“Of course I will,” he said with a growing smile. That was a challenge he was more than up for. “Two more, any volunteers? Eliana?”

“Seriously? Fat little me?” The pretty little psycho pinched her midriff. There was some skin between her fingers, but she was slouching forwards. The woman that had not even a hint of rolls in that posture was not thin, she would have been dead. “Why the fuck do you want to drag me out there?”

“Are you telling me you don’t want me to demolish your tight little pussy and spank your ass for thousands to see?” the Gamer asked, teasingly.

Eliana mulled over that one for a bit, then bit her lower lip. “Whatever, I don’t give a fuck either way,” she then stated. That was the honest truth, as far as John could tell. Eliana did not care about being watched in general, although the change of pace may have at least gotten her going a little bit.

“If no one else sacrifices themselves,” Ehtra raised her voice. “I suppose I can relent to being made your c-cocksleeve out for everyone to see as you… p-pin me down and… mount me like some kind of… dominant creature.” Her tone shifted from scornful, to shy, to dreamy, all over the course of one sentence.

“Then I have all that I could ever ask for and more,” John said with a smile.