Nympholympics 12 – Evaluation

“Shoddily written!” Momo complained. “Absolutely terrible!”

“Shush,” John told the bookworm. He sitting on the throne, watching one of the contestants after him go through their roleplay. They had gone for a modern trope of pornography: stepsister catches stepbrother masturbating. Not one of John’s interests, he had to say, and he had very little reason to watch pornography anyhow. When he did, they were always recordings of his haremettes.

The reason why he was following the events even with half an eye was the counter in the corner of it. How would one vote for who won in performative sex? Apparently the answer was to track the number of orgasms in the crowd. John would have questioned how they did this, had it not been for the goddess of pornography among the viewers. There must have been some support Zone lent to the organizers.

Momo did not drop the topic. “I am just saying that the way you made use of Ehtra could have used some redrafting. I get you were going for the whole ‘last ditch effort’ but you really overindulged. Felt like you both wanted the scene of brushing the sword aside and the revelation she had already fallen for the cock. If you wanted both, you would have needed to give that scene more breathing room.”

John gave his critic a sideway glance. “We originally had a way longer scene planned for Ehtra, showing her slow descent in front of the princess, but we had to cut it since we were only given 15 minutes for the whole scene. For pacing purposes, we condensed it so Ehtra put in a valiant but doomed effort.”

“If you had to cut it, you should have redrafted it,” Momo insisted. “Could have just made her choose between gripping your sword or your dick. Also make her less defiant when she entered. It really gave me tonal whiplash.”

“They seem to have liked it,” John said and gestured at the scoreboard. Currently, they were in first place with 18’231 orgasms, which meant the (primarily female) crowd of roughly 10’000 had climaxed almost twice over the course of those 15 minutes.

“Yeah, because it was you four.” Momo rolled her eyes and gestured at the roleplayers. “You could have done the ‘handyman gets a handy’ plot and would have gotten first place. The girls are all looking at your abs, the guys are all staring at Nathalia’s… everything, Ehtra brings even more of the everything and watching Eliana break is just adorable.”

“Stop – complimenting – me!” Eliana growled. “That was fucking **** throughout the entire scene! Angel that, angelic this, gorgeous my fucking ass!”

Momo immediately snapped back to her media criticism. “Point is, you wanted to have your cake and eat it too and made the whole scene worse.”

“I do like eating cake,” John stated flippantly and gave the fairy’s butt a squeeze to underline the double entendre.

Momo rubbed her plush behind into his hand. The needy gesture was purely subconscious and did not distract the bookworm from forging ahead. “Do not distract from the point! That could have been better written and you know it.”

The Gamer let out a long sigh. “Yes, you are correct, we could have handled Ehtra’s character better by foreshadowing she had already been broken a bit more and foregoing the action scene.”

A couple sassy nods on the side of the flat chested underlined her satisfaction. “Finally, acknowledgement.”

“So, are you offering to proofread the next roleplay?” John asked her.

“Absolutely!” Momo declared enthusiastically.

“You pervy minx you,” John teased her.

“I won’t even engage in our usual game of banter, I know when I can’t even pretend to defend myself,” Momo responded, gesturing at her naked self. “So, let’s misbehave.”

“I doubt we can misbehave here… but what do you have in mind?”

“I have about 2 hours of face sitting time piled up,” she told him with a growing smirk. “Think you can start making a dent in that?”

John glanced at the throne. Most of his haremettes had opted to leave after the Gamer’s roleplay had concluded, finding it more interesting to engage in the various lewd landscapes the Protected Space had to offer. There was space. Even so, the throne was not exactly built for face-sitting time.

“I wonder if this culture treats cunnilingus as something unusual,” he thought out loud.

Momo’s eyes scanned the structure after he said it, observing the same structural issues as he had. The throne at the centre was poor for lying across. The benches for the women were broad enough to lie on, but for a woman to straddle him, they seemed a bit thin. “Interesting question to consider… I wouldn’t believe for a second that they have anything against it.”

“Definitely not,” John said, looking at the screen, where the stepmom joined in to eat out her daughter’s pussy. “Maybe it’s just that this society, with its skewed gender ratio and pretty **** tilt towards male domination, sees male on female cunnilingus as something rare? Not bad, but more like expensive whisky?”

“Could be.” Momo rubbed her chin. “Could also be that they just built this with short people in mind…? No, the cat people were involved, that wouldn’t make sense.”

“Do you find it interesting that they are called cat people?” John asked.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” Momo agreed with several nods. “The goblins have their own species name, but the cat people are just cat people.”

“Yes… anyway… does it have to be facesitting or do you take repayment in seated cunnilingus?” He gestured at the throne he had vacated.

“You would kneel on the ground?” she asked, mildly shocked.

“I would like to tease you by asking why you’re shocked… but I know why.” He looked out at the crowd. Sometimes the screen would split, going over the crowd while Jeff and Melody commented on what they saw. Well, Jeff was currently commenting while getting a blowjob from his purple-haired co-worker.

The point was that they were public, very public, and while John enjoyed eating out his women a lot, he did not enjoy being seen in a position that could be understood as submissive. Kneeling before a woman on a throne definitely looked that way. When his face was sat on, he could at least have someone else riding him.

“I’m confident enough that there are no cameras around – well, none that record,” he told Momo. “If there were, I might not, not going to lie, but if people see me eating you out...” he shrugged, “…that’s perfectly fine with me.”

“Mhm… I prefer face sitting time.”

“Is it nicer?”

“I like it more.” Shoulders moved up and down in a neutral gesture. “Can’t tell you why. Something psychological, I guess.”

“Maybe there’s a dominatrix within you after all,” John joked.

“Yeaaaaah, fat chance.” Momo rolled her eyes. “I can put on latex knee boots sometimes, if you want.”

“I do want that,” he stated. “I love that kind of boot.”

“He really fucking does,” Eliana weighed in. Her purple eyes followed the movements while Momo sat down and parted her legs, for him to kneel between. There was a pang of regret as he did so, knowing that he would spend however long with an untended erection. Alas, he reckoned it was healthy to deny himself that pleasure and serve purely. “Every time I wear my boots and we have outdoor sex, he insist I keep those fucking things on.”

“They really emphasize your thighs,” John said, then leaned in to give Momo’s pussy the first of many licks.

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Over an hour later, the last of the roleplays had concluded. On the scoreboard of orgasms, they were still first, but apparently there was a second step to this. The top 3 would be voted on by the crowd. Paper slips were passed out and then gathered up. John and his girls, for obvious reasons, did not receive any.

The two points of competition he had were: 1. A story about a powerful mage getting teleported to another world by a bunch of gods and then finding out that his fiancée and longtime sex partner had been teleported with him (https://www.scribblehub.com/series/780209/hexagons-for-master/). 2. A story about a pilot crash landing on an island with a bunch of tomboys (https://www.scribblehub.com/series/998463/tomboy-island/).

Admittedly, John liked the idea behind both and he was definitely going to take notes of the second for potential future plays with his women. For now, he watched the votes getting tallied. It happened rapidly. They would have their answer within 10 minutes.

“Is it that important to you that you win?” Momo asked.

The question was not directed at him, for once, but at Eliana. The pretty little psycho was pacing up and down in front of the throne, always keeping the screen in her field of view.

“I planned this shit for over a year! I endured dozens of compliments for it! Fucking dozens! Compliments!”

“Oh no, people tell you how adorable you are, ho-“

“You shut your whore mouth, woman! I hate compliments! I hate them!” Eliana shouted at Momo, only to immediately whirl around and look at the screen again. “People better fucking appreciate what I did!”

“Typical artist,” Momo sassily said. “Can’t stand for people to say nice things, can’t stand for people to look away. What do you want?”

“I want to be given shit for how shit I am.”

“You are aware your latest piece sold for 20 million in a mundane art gallery, right?”

“Just some fuckers investing into tax evasion.”

“Eliana… you made a three metre by one metre painting of Mount Rushmore. Someone genuinely wanted it.”

“It was a fucking learning piece! I just wanted to see how I would do at painting stone faces!”

Momo groaned. “And people loved it. You do not use a 3 by 1 to tax evade! You buy something that’s easier to store!”

“You’re talking nonsense.”

“When will you accept that people like what you make?”

“NEVER!” Eliana shouted.

“You’re about to place top 3 and you’re looking forward to it!”

“Shut the fuck up, fairy, before I knock your teeth out and use them to pay your fucking brethren to exchange you for a dollar!”

“One, you won’t do that, you love me,” Momo responded with steadily growing sass. “Two, even if you tried, me and the Tooth-Fairy are tight.”

“You shitting me, right?”

“No, and even if I could do that, I would not. Not sure why you would want me to, that’s gross.”

Eliana gave the fairy some serious side eye. “You’re really going today, aren’t you, you fucking nerd?”

“Hey, I have a job!” Momo shot back. “The arguably most important job in the world! I have to make sure this guy…” She tapped on John’s back with her heel. He was still eating her out, but doing so at a pace that only added a little bit of heat to her tone. “…can do the ‘important’ work while I keep the entirety of the wheels of state spinning. You, on the other hand, live in your workshop, listen to podcasts on Warhammer 40k, while painting. Which one of us is the nerd?”

“You are, fuckable face!”

“You get throat fucked at least twice as often as I do.”

“Does not make your face any less fuckable.”

“I’m starting to wonder if all that deepthroating killed some braincells.”

“No, okay, fucking seriously – you are being sassy as fuck today.”

“Going back to my roots.” Momo smirked. “If I don’t get bullied, I can sass at you.”

‘A perfect entry to start bullying her,’ John thought, then decided not to. ‘It’s fun to listen to this.’

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!”

‘Not so fun to listen to that.’

John took his tongue off the wild berry-flavoured cunt and turned around. On the screen was Melody, currently bouncing aggressively on Jeff’s dick, hidden behind the table. Large breasts swung up and down hypnotically. She still managed to speak her part fluidly.

“The results are in, much like the cum has been shot into all the sluts in this arena,” Melody moaned. “In third place, with 15% of the vote, we have the world travel roleplay! In second place…” She took a dramatic pause. John and Eliana waited with bated breath. “…with 33% of the vote… the tomboy crash roleplay! And thus! In first place! With 52% of the vote! The captured princess roleplay!”

To the cheer of thousands, John and Eliana exchanged a high five.

“Sucks to have left to have stupid fucking outdoor sex!” Eliana gloated. “Now they don’t get to collect the medal!”

“And there she is being happy about compliments,” Momo pointed out.

The ceremony that followed was a fairly standard affair. It felt a tad ridiculous to stand on an Olympic podium in the nude, a woman hanging from him, but it also felt more empowering than most things John had done. That was saying quite something about his state of mind, considering how many things he had done in his life.

They got a gold medal, the back of it engraved with the category they had won it. After that, the organizing cat-goblin got behind the microphone again. “Thank you all for attending today’s main event! We will continue with other contests for hours. As for the main contest tomorrow – it will be a Doll-up Contest!” The crowd cheered. John was a bit confused. The organizer gave further details, “For those unfamiliar, the dom will dress up their submissive and then fuck them in front of the adoring audience! Points will be given for the outfit before, during and after sex!”

‘Interesting,’ John thought. ‘I’ll have to give that some consideration.’