Nympholympics 13 – Phone Calls

“So how are the Nympholympics?” Maximillian asked.

“Interesting on one side, exhausting on the other,” John answered. “It’s strange to be in a civilization that is always as kinky as stuff one imagines when masturbating.”

“Speak for yourself, buddy.”

“You never imagined a nation full of freeuse sluts when you had lonely days? Really?”

“I was in line to inherit one of the ten strongest organizations on the planet, John,” Maximillian reminded him, “and unlike you, I was always charming.”

“Low blow,” John groaned, remembering the time before he had gotten his powers. The stammers, the confidence issues, the lethargy, the constant bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep – yeah, he definitely was not one to have any luck with the ladies. “Dispense with the conditional on the fantasy then. The point is that being here is like permanently switched on when it comes to perversions. I’m enjoying it, but even I couldn’t do it for a long time.”

“Maybe you especially couldn’t do it for a long time,” Maximillian pointed out.

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it. You already live your most comfortable perversion lifestyle. Even I do not have half the liberty you do. Me and mine have to wear clothes in our own apartment at least 50% of the time.” It was a joke, so John chuckled at it, all while realizing the truth of what was being said. “Most other people,” Maximillian continued, “use this opportunity to let loose properly. You’re going that little step beyond into the realm that’s too much for you. Everyone else just treats it as an opportunity to break with every social taboo they could never otherwise.”

“That is a fair analysis,” John agreed. “…So, how come you aren’t here, actually?”

“You know why.” John could practically hear the eyeroll. “My wife is pregnant.”

“Not that pregnant.”

“Pregnant enough that she does not want to go,” Maximillian answered. “Something I agree with. It’s a safe place, but it’s our first and I really do not want to take even the slightest chances.”

“That’s the wife out.”

“And you think I will go to my first Nympholympic without my succubus wife? Do you want me to sleep on the couch?”

“A fair response,” John relented and tilted his head back, until he had an upside-down view of the living room. More importantly, he had an upside down view of his harem settled in the absurdly sized jacuzzi behind the glass doors that led to (one of) the veranda(s).

Undine and Salamander stood by the glass door. The two exchanged a short glance, then combined their power to coat the pane of glass with steam. Fingers drew a heart into the milky white, in it the words: ‘Come out, stud’. A moment later, the heart was framed by large and huge tits pressing against the glass. There was something special about tits pressed against glass. There was plenty special about tits, period.

“Alright, buddy, I think this is as much of a phone call as I can get away with,” he said.

“Getting distracted?” Maximillian joked.

“Yeah, but also I am not even supposed to do leisure calls,” the Gamer responded. “Me having a phone is a privilege in the first place. This is as much as I am pushing it.”

“Alright, have fun in your debauchery then.”

“Thank you. Until next time.”

Call ended, John put the phone somewhere he could hear it if it rang, then headed towards the door. By then, Undine and Salamander had changed their approach, instead pressing the roundness of their derrieres against the glass. John was thrice over fascinated. First, and least, was the plain curiosity that Undine, a woman made of deep blue slime, still had her ass flatten as if she had hip bones behind the squish. Second was the enticing comparison between the ass cheeks spilling against the transparent pane. Salamander had more to throw back and it showed, her already larger butt appearing extra-large. Third and most pronounced was appreciating the view. The pancaked roundness, the thick thighs, the cunts framed between flattened flesh…

“Gorgeous,” John muttered to himself. He managed to stand in the living room for all of fifteen seconds, just appreciating the sight, before going to the closest door and stepping out. The red and blue woman both immediately turned his way, making themselves adornments attached to his sides by hugging his chest. Salamander grabbed his hard cock, pumping it as they went on their unified walk up to the jacuzzi.

“Done talking to your boyfriend?” Salamander asked with a huge smirk.

“It’s bad enough when Jane makes the joke,” John complained and took a handful of the fire spirit’s huge ass. “Don’t you dare start too.”

The apocalypse elemental’s tail wagged mischievously. “I’ll dare whatever the fuck I want, stud, you know that.”

“I know I can manipulate you by promising to buy you vintage King of the Hill merchandise.”

“I love the man that sells propane and propane accessories,” Salamander readily agreed. “What am I getting?”

“What am I manipulating you for?” he asked and she released his dick that second. “You think that will work on me? I have alternatives.”

“And we both know you are a prideful one and even if you could have anyone else, you’ll bribe me specifically because you can’t stand the thought of not getting exactly the one you want.” Salamander gave his clavicle a teasing tap. “So…?”

“You are not giving Master enough credit,” Undine weighed in. “That he lusts after each of us is a small part. He knows that it is best to behave as if he has to keep us each happy individually to get what he wants.”

“That is how I operate,” John agreed with a nod. It was one of the principles on his side that kept the harem harmonious. Rave was primarily the one to iron out any internal issues when they arose. John’s job was to make as few internal issues appear as possible and one of the most important matters there was to never, ever treat anyone in the harem as part of a collective. The second he started to think of them as interchangeable units he could have sex with was the moment he deserved to lose all of it.

All of these relationships then entered a web that was interconnected. That was the only proper way to have a harem, as far as John was concerned. To have it exist not as a unit he owned, but as an emergent property of all that were involved in it.

“So, then, what do I get, stud?” Salamander asked.

“Are you really pressing me?” John asked, mildly surprised. It was frequent that haremettes asked him for something. They liked it when he bought them things, which was all fine with John, because he liked buying them things. That said, from Salamander it was rather rare. The few things she liked, various kinds of tinder, usually, she bought with her own cash.

“Yes,” Salamander said.

“…Fine… I think I can get a figure of Bobby?”

“Deal,” Salamander said huskily.

They had reached the tub by then. It was integrated into the floor, making it a descent into shallow, hot water. Once seated, he was immediately treated to Salamander getting comfortable on top of him. The curvaceous hourglass of a walking WMD straddled his crotch and expertly aligned their sexes.

“Ooooh, Mother Fire, yesssssss.” Salamander’s eyelids fluttered, while her hot cunt enveloped him. The water around them was of a mild temperature compared to her insides. Folds of flame enveloped him, a supernatural pleasure, that only grew when she immediately entered a rapid tempo. She ran her hands over her buzzcut, tilted her head back as she moaned to the heavens. Huge breasts bounced, meeting each other with a clap on every descent. John held her by the hips. His fingers sunk into her plush cheeks, guiding her tempo. He thrust up into her, meeting the pace.

Undine disappeared under the water and he soon felt her lips on his cock. She was cooler than the bubbling bath, a pleasant touch among the heat, worshipping his full sack.

Together, his and Salamander’s voices became more heated. She tilted forward, embracing his head, pulling him into the depth of her cleavage. He tasted her smoky aroma when he kissed her skin, pulled her scent deep into his lungs, and then he thrust up into her one more time before becoming taut all over.

Seed pumped into the depths of his fire spirit. Salamander let out erotic growls, teeth clenched while she rode out her own climax. Her hips trembled slightly, gyrated in little circles, while each spurt of semen made her pleasure spike on its way down from the peak of orgasm.

“Oh thank God… no, thank you,” John corrected himself, as the post-nut clarity set in. He could keep going, but he enjoyed the short break from the horniness. Preventing his dick from getting erect was no easy task, but he managed. “I needed that.”

“We stay at one?” Salamander asked.

“We stay at one,” John confirmed, leaving the ‘for now’ unspoken. Breaks in sex were always temporary in the Newman Lifestyle™. “We have a matter of mild importance to discuss.”

The harem’s individual conversations all around began to die down. Undine surfaced, taking his left side. The right was left to Nia, as Salamander instead got herself comfortable between Claire and Hailey. Once all were quiet and settled, the Gamer whipped out his best dramatic tone.

“We must decide… who accompanies me in the game tomorrow,” he told all of them.

There were chuckles around. No one had expected anything actually serious. This wasn’t even a topic for the entire harem, but those out of the game listened anyway just to be around. “So it was a dress-up thingy,” Rave reminded herself and everyone. “So, first thing first, Eliana, Nathalia and Ehtra had their thing already, so it’s between the rest of us.”

“Not big on getting clothes on me,” Metra gave her opinion. “So I’d like to be out of consideration.”

“I’m in, I am in, I am so in! Dress me up like a super slutty barbie, please!” Sylph babbled. “I want you to put a collar on me and fishnets and some spurs and a cowboy hat and then I’ll ride in on a gryphon – Oh, can I ride in on Velka?”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Salamander wanted to know.

“BDSM Cowgirl, at your service!”

“Sylph, you’re out,” John told her drily.

“Whaaaaaa- whyyyyyyyy?”

“Because you wouldn’t be able to stand and keep still for long enough.”

“How dare you say something that is absolutely true!”

Moving on from her, the Gamer was left with Rave, Hailey, Gnome, Salamander and Aclysia. “Anyone else who thinks they’re a poor match for this?” he asked.

Hailey raised her hand first. “I’m a one trick kinda gal and I’m wearin’ the one style I can pull off.”

“I think you’ll look good in anything you wear,” John answered.

“Pro’ly, but that ain’t good enough to win a contest like that,” the country gal stated.

John did not entirely agree with her, but neither did he disagree. She was a country gal first and foremost, and while she could doubtlessly pull off some other looks, that base would always shine through. He just nodded at her at this point, then considered the remaining four.

Gnome raised her hand next. “I… do not think you can do a lot with me?”

“I vehemently disagree,” John told her. “I can do a lot with you, adorable as you are.”

“Brunettes can kinda pull off everything,” Rave agreed.

“Uwuwuwu…” Gnome squirmed from just those few compliments, lowered her hand, and thus remained in the running.

“Getting dolled up sounds kinda nice, but also kinda not my thing so I’d ask to do a later thing that lets me get more publicly hot and heavy with it,” the first of the harem then said. That was an assessment he agreed with, so that narrowed it down to three.

“I assume you follow that?” he asked Salamander, who nodded, putting them down to just two. Gnome and Aclysia exchanged a glance and it was in that singular moment that they all knew who was best for this. “Aclysia, I think you would be the best for this?”

The first maid smiled softly. “If you say so, Master.”

John had first chosen her outfits for her. That was a long time ago and she had since developed her own sense of fashion and everything. Still, between her and Gnome, it was clear who was best suited for a doll-up. Aclysia would preen at the opportunity to be decorated, ravaged, and presented for him and he, in turn, enjoyed the idea a whole lot of making her an expression of his creative spirit. With her calm exterior, the black-horned maid was perfect, really.

“Decision made then,” he said and leaned back in the bath.