Vriska X John mind control sex

The ghost ship rocked gently as it coasted over the waves. John stood near the stern, talking with Nepeta about what types of ghost fish lived in the water when Vriska called him over. “Hey John. I was doing some thinking and I remem8ered what I said to you when we last saw each other. You know, when I showed you all the maps and stuff?” John nodded, not very fond of that conversation as a whole. It had come as a bit of a shock that Vriska had just let him out to dry while she went off and dated a dead version of him from another timeline. He didn’t hold it against her, but it still put a bad taste in his mouth.

Vriska continued. “Well, I guess I should apologize to you. I had some time to think a8out what I said, and I didn’t realize how impersonal it sounded until it was waaaaaaaay too l8.” Off to the side, John heard Tavros gasp, throwing his mop down to the floor in disgust. John himself was pretty surprised. He’d known Vriska enough to realize that humility wasn’t really something she liked to demonstrate. “Oh, you don’t have to apologize, Vriska. Under the circumstances I probably would’ve done the exact same thing.”

Vriska stamped her foot down, shaking her head. “Well that’s all fine, 8ut that doesn’t make me feel any 8etter a8out it! God, John. Can’t you see what I’m getting at here?” John thought for a moment, before quickly looking up and shaking his head, a bit embarrassed that he was probably missing something incredibly obvious. Vriska sighed, rubbing her temple. “Just…meet me 8elow deck, ok?” she said in a huff, turning around and going down the stairs.

John meditated on the conversation for a bit, and, with a little ‘kelp’ from Meenah, finally realized what Vriska meant. A blush grew on his cheeks as he thought about what might be waiting down there. He paced back and forth a bit, a little nervous, before taking a deep breath, puffing his chest out, and making his way down the stairs. As he descended he shared a dirty look with Tavros, still blown away by the conversation he had just overheard.

The inside of the ship was dim, but you could still pretty much everything inside it. It was a bit harder to feel the swaying of the waves inside, and it didn’t smell musty like John was expecting. Entering the first small cabin on the left, he saw Vriska, her back turned to the door. Her cool pirate coat was thrown in a ball onto the floor, and she was motioning to take her shirt off when she noticed John. “Oh! There you are. I was 8eginning to worry that you didn’t understand what I said.” John gave a chuckle, scratching his head. The less she knew the better.

Seamlessly she continued, not even remotely embarrassed as she slowly disrobed in front of John, occasionally adding a bit of flare with the help of a wink or blown kiss. John was flushed red by the time she was done, sitting down naked on a nearby bed, her legs crossed and her hands at her hips, looking at John expectantly. He stood there for a moment as Vriska raised an eyebrow, and he quickly understood and began undressing himself. He started with his shoes, and slowly took each piece of clothing off until only his underwear remained.

He stopped, blushing even harder than before. “Oh come on, John. Don’t 8e such a prude. I took my panties off right in front of you and I didn’t even 8at an eye.” To drive her point home she stood up, showing her naked form off to John. He admired her courage, but still couldn’t find it within himself to show off his manhood in front of her. Vriska rolled her blank white eyes, over-exaggerating her sigh to make up for the fact that she couldn’t visibly roll her eyes. Raising her hands to her temples, she focused her powers away from the mobs of ghosts for a moment, instead using them on John.

Surprisingly, they worked, and she managed to take full control of his mind. Right before her eyes John silently pulled his underwear down, stepping out of them and standing straight up, even thrusting his hips forward a bit, proudly showing off his cock. Vriska let go of her control over him, and, after a few blinks, John looked around, noticing his sudden lack of underwear. “H-hey! What the heck happened!?” His hands darted down to cover his crotch, but Vriska just chuckled. John was cute when he was embarrassed like this.

“Oh my God John, don’t 8e so dramatic! I already saw it anyway, no point in 8eing em8arrassed now. 8esides…you should 8e proud. Not 8ad for some human kid.” She said with a wink, trying to give him some more confidence. Luckily for her it worked, and John’s hands went back to his sides. Vriska smiled widely before gesturing him over to the bed. He took a seat next to her and immediately she leaned towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. For a moment John regretted giving his first kiss to a girl that was alive away, but remembered that she wasn’t really alive anyway, so it didn’t matter.

The two kissed for a little bit before Vriska’s hands left John’s neck, exploring John’s body. One snaked its way down to his crotch, and John gave a bit of a yelp as Vriska began stroking his cock, already a bit hard just from the situation he was in. Never experiencing something like this with anyone before, John reacted the way a virgin would,  shivering and moaning out loud at the smallest of touches. When he had reached full mast, Vriska laid down on the bed, spreading her legs. “Alright, John. I think we 8oth know what we want.”

John hesitated for a moment. He really didn’t know anything about this at all, other than some technical terms about the reproductive system he learned from school three years ago. But he had already embarrassed himself in front of Vriska too many times, and he didn’t want to mess everything up now that he had come so far. He swallowed hard before leaning over her, grabbing her legs and positioning his cock in front of her pussy. He bucked his hips, but his shot glanced to the side, jabbing Vriska in the hip, eliciting a giggle from the troll girl.

Shaking his head, John lined up his shot again, but this time it went straight up, gliding over Vriska’s pussy and resting there. This time Vriska laughed out loud. Fed up, John finally got it right, sliding inside of her in one fluid motion. Entirely new to this, John moaned from the feeling of being inside of her, feeling her warm wet flesh against his cock. He shook with pleasure, barely able to move. Vriska, however, wasn’t such a rookie. Over the countless sweeps she’d spent in the dreambubbles, she’d gotten around…more than she would’ve liked to admit.

In fact, she’d even slept with the dead John she’d dated for a while, and their first time was much like this. In fact, it was exactly like it. Other than a size increase, that John really wasn’t too different from this one. She’d gotten quite a kick out of the dead John’s first time, at how pathetic his movements and sounds were. But she wasn’t in the mood for it a second time. She waited for a bit, giving the real John a chance, seeing if he could prove her wrong. But as the minutes went by and nothing changed, Vriska decided to resort to drastic measures.

Once again taking control of his mind, Vriska made John fuck her a little rougher. Well, maybe more than a little. The entranced John gripped her legs, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, looking down at her, lust and desire in his eyes. Without warning he gave a powerful thrust, ramming his cock inside of her as far as it would go. Vriska screamed out in pleasure, getting exactly what she wanted. Under her control, John lasted as long as she wanted, his predictably premature orgasm never arriving.

On and on the two went, the controlled-John bringing Vriska to three mind-numbing orgasms before she finally lost control over John. As the psychic link faded, John immediately screaming out as he released his long-overdue orgasm, jets of cum squirting inside her. He slumped over, unable to move from exhaustion, his body forced to work much more than he normally could’ve. Eventually he mustered the strength to pull out of her, his crotch and legs completely drenched in cobalt slime; the result of Vriska’s many powerful orgasms.

The two of them laid on the bed for a moment, regaining their energy. Vriska was the first to sit up, accustomed to this sort of thing already. John seemed to enter some sort of coma, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before he finally sat up, looking at Vriska but saying nothing. Vriska looked back to him, chuckling at first, but eventually stopping, seeing that he was a bit angry about what just happened. Eventually she rolled her eyes and sighed again, shrugging. “What? John, you were going slow. SO SLOW. I don’t see what the 8ig deal is. All I did was…speed things up a 8it.” She winked again before getting dressed and leaving, going back up onto the deck. A little while later Tavros shuffled in, after John had gotten dressed, and the two gave each other a look, exhaling deeply. John opened his mouth to speak, but Tavros interrupted him. “Me too.”