Aradia X John orgasm denial

The ship slowly came to a halt as it approached the skull island. Landing on the beach, Vriska was the first to hit dry land, quickly descending from the deck of the ship and making her way into the mouth of the cave. Aranea and Meenah were quick to follow. John motioned to go next, but was stopped by Aradia. “Excuse me, could you stay here for a moment? I’d like to have a word.” She said, smiling widely. John was a bit unnerved by the girl, but decided to listen to her. After all, she’d been in the bubbles for a long time. Maybe she had something important to say?

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” John said in response. Smiling a little wider, she turned to Sollux, nudging him along towards Nepeta and Feferi, who helped him down onto the ground and slowly walked into the cave. Aradia turned back to John. “Thank you for staying. Although I should probably admit I already lied a little bit. I’m interested in doing something a little more…productive than talking, if you catch my drift.” John was puzzled by the statement, not knowing what she meant.

Aradia saw the confusion on his face and giggled, her wings fluttering quickly behind her. Though she didn’t look it, she was extremely nervous. She had been dead for so long, losing all feeling, not being able to be with anyone. When she was finally resurrected, she spent most of her time in the bubbles, because she knew the ghosts that dwelled there could give her what she wanted. She knew they could help her make up all the time she had lost.

She had sex with multiple versions of every one of her friends, as well as their ancestors. She’d even done it with a robotic version of herself! Being made of time like she was, she spent all of it doing that, having passionate sex to make up for the time she had spent dead. But as her sexual escapades, sexcapades if you will, continued, she began to sense something. She slowly realized that having sex with ghosts…it was weird. Something was missing, lacking. It felt unfulfilling, almost empty in a way.

Aradia soon came to realize that being the only living person amongst the dreaming dead was almost as bad as being a ghost among the living. There was no place that was more comfortable than the bubbles, but she longed for that which she had been denied after she had been killed. And now, she had a chance to experience it. Of course it wasn’t her intention to have her first time with an alien, but John was the only living being she had seen in the longest time. With this journey coming to a close, and the Lord of Time approaching, she knew this could be her last chance.

She took a step towards John, gently resting her hands on his shoulders and leaning against him. She pressed up against him, causing him to take a step back. Putting just a little more weight on him, he continued going backwards, until he was cornered, his back up against the mast of the ship. Leaning close to him, she planted a kiss on his lips. John let out an embarrassed whimper, unsure of how to react. Hearing him, Aradia felt a shiver run up her spine. This is what she had been missing.

The ghosts she had sex with had all been dead for so long, they had become like her when she died. Placid and unfeeling, content with their existence as specters. There was no passion in the sex, no meaning to any of the movements or actions. It was more like a chore than anything else. As she thought about it, savoring his reaction, John made a bit of an effort to push her away at her shoulders. “W-what are you doing! Are you insane?!”

She ignored the question, keeping him pinned to the mast with one hand while the other trailed across his chest, over his stomach, stopping at his crotch. She began to gently rub him through his soft blue God Tier outfit, his cock quickly becoming firm despite his initial reaction to Aradia’s advances. The Maid of Time smiled sweetly as she forced herself on the Heir of Breath, her rubbing slowly growing faster with each passing second. John considered using his Breath powers in order to get her off of him, but it wasn’t long before his own urges began to kick in.

John was a growing teenage boy, after all. He had suppressed his growing urges over the three years. He and Jade were closer than a normal brother and sister, of course. They didn’t see any problem with it since they weren’t raised together. But it was still a little weird to him, going ALL THE WAY. So he held himself back, not doing anything too daring. As a result, he had learned to cherish the act of masturbation over the years.

But as the journey began to get shorter and shorter he wanted more. He thought of how unfair it was that Rose and Dave had a meteor full of aliens to be with, while all he had was his sister. He longed to be able to try something more, something else with someone. He had originally planned to ask Vriska when he saw her on the ship, but the whole ‘mind control genocide’ thing had been a bit of a turn-off. Now, as he was assaulted by Aradia, he ceased all attempts to fight back. She was giving him exactly what he wanted.

John put his head back against the mast, his hands falling from Aradia’s shoulders, gently squeezing her chest. Aradia, startled by the sensation, noticed that he had relaxed. She leaned in closer again, kissing him once more. He reciprocated, slipping his tongue between her lips as her own tongue did the same. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, John casually pressing his fingers against Aradia’s breast as they made out, tongues rubbing against each other and intertwining.

Eventually the kiss broke, and Aradia took a step back. John was now fully erect, harder than he’d ever been before. He couldn’t imagine anyone being so sexually excited. As he looked up to Aradia, however, he realized that he was wrong. The lower half of Aradia’s outfit was slowly becoming soaked from her own fluids. Her entire body was shivering. She brought a shaky hand to her mouth, tentatively touching her lips.

In all of the different times she had sex, Aradia had never shared a kiss with as much passion as the one she had just shared with John. She looked at him, breathing heavily, his penis completely erect. He embodied everything that she was looking for. So much so, that she had climaxed just from being kissed. John, on the other hand, had just reached full arousal. Aradia was a bit ashamed of herself, finishing so quickly without pleasuring her partner. Determined to put herself on equal ground, she sunk down to her knees, looking up at John and stroking his erect penis through the fabric.

With a wink she began to pull his pants down, until his cock was sticking out completely, still surged to complete erectness, a bit of pre-cum oozing out of the very tip. Aradia leaned forward, nuzzling John’s cock, feeling the hot, firm phallus press against her cheek. Adjusting herself, she raised a finger to her cheek, wiping away the pre-cum that had made its way there. She looked at the glistening substance that rested on the tip of her finger before quickly sticking it into her mouth, sucking it off with an audible pop.

Enjoying the unique taste, Aradia leaned closer once more, licking her lips before opening her mouth and taking John’s cock into her mouth. Her lips were wrapped tightly around his shaft, acting like a seal as her head began to bob back and forth. Oral sex was taken very seriously on Alternia, the ingestion of a close one’s genetic material seen as a rite of passage honoring the relationship two trolls shared. She had learned from a dead Dave, however, that it was viewed much more casually on Earth, and he even said that regular copulation was more of a ritual than oral sex.

She liked to treat it the way it was treated on her home planet, however, putting extreme and meticulous effort into making every single movement as perfect as it could be. Her tongue wrapped around to the underside of his shaft, massaging it in just the right places. John could do nothing but stutter and shiver as Aradia continued, unable to think of words to describe the pleasure he was feeling.

But, his limit was quickly approaching. This was the first time that he had ever gotten head, of course, and Aradia was surprised that he had lasted as long as he did. Just then, she remembered something that the dead Dave had told her, how human beings try to last as long as possible before finishing. She thought about it for a moment, and came up with a wonderful idea. She pulled away from John’s cock, taking his wet cock in her hands and stroking it quickly, wanting to make him finish.

His cock throbbing, John had reached his limit. He arched his back, the pleasure coursing through him like lightning. His eyes bolted open as the orgasm hit him. “Aradia…I’m…I’m…!” Right there, on the very verge of orgasm, everything seemed to freeze. John was amazed. It must have been such a powerful orgasm if it made him feel like this. He waited for the orgasm to wash over him, but it never seemed to end. His cock burned, as if he was stuck, unable to ejaculate.

Overcoming his pleasure-drunk thoughts for a moment, he noticed that everything he was looking at was tinged red. He couldn’t seem to move anything, even his eyes. Aradia was standing in front of him. He wanted to talk to her, ask her what was happening. But nothing moved. It was beyond his lips not moving. His lungs weren’t taking in air. His blood wasn’t flowing. His vocal cords weren’t vibrating. He was frozen.

Just at the edge of his view John could see Aradia’s open hand pointing towards him. Was this her fault? Was she doing this to him? Once again his brain lurched, issuing commands that his body was unable to perform. A thousand thoughts flew in and out of his mind every second, each one laced with the inevitable feeling of excruciating pleasure that had come to an agonizing halt between his legs.

What felt like hours passed and his body still refused to listen. Aradia stood in front of him the whole time, watching as he stood there frozen, her eerie wide smile appearing once more. She had spoken to him, but the words never reached his brain, his ear drums unable to vibrate and process the sounds. With nothing else to do, he could only think. But every thought was about the orgasm his was frozen in.

Inevitably John’s thoughts turned to the thing that was most prominently on his mind: ejaculation. But it only made it worse. He played the scene out in his head, watching it become more vivid each time. The moment when he would be released from this hell, finally granted release. Every time he imagined finally being able to ejaculate, it only made his current situation worse, his brain automatically trying to make the muscles in his cock continue what they were doing,

It dragged on and on, John encased in a torture of timeless agony. The harsh pleasure of orgasm that had remained frozen between his legs gradually turned into a harsh pain. Amidst his internal cries he figured that a human’s brain wasn’t supposed to be exposed to the pleasure of orgasm for such an extended period of time. Soon no thought could enter his mind without it being twisted into some depraved, sexual thought, his brain desperately attempting to force the orgasm out.

Of course, Aradia knew none of this was happening. In fact, she thought she was helping John feel better. She knew that when she froze someone in time they were still conscious of it, like when she had frozen Bec Noir. And since Dave had told her humans want to last as long as possible, it must’ve felt amazing. So, she decided to keep John frozen there so he could enjoy his orgasm. When she finally unfroze him he would probably feel amazing!

John began to feel his sanity slipping away. The constant bombardment of pleasure was doing a real number on his brain, and he began to lose his sense of time. It felt like he had been stuck there for days. His lower body was now almost entirely numb, his nerves overloaded from the messages coursing through them. Just as he began to give in to the torture and embrace his frozen, halted existence, it ended just as spontaneously as it started.
The first thing John did was utter some awful noise, a mix between a moan and a scream. His cock twitched, releasing his sperm in large gouts, splattering against the deck of the ship. His knees buckled and he crumpled to the floor, mumbling and whimpering, still recovering from the shock. Drool dripped from his open mouth, and he shivered, groaning loudly as the feeling returned into his legs.

Aradia stood above him triumphantly. “So? How was that, John?” She began to smile once more, but was interrupted when John leaned over to the side, vomiting. Aradia wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. Maybe humans did that when they felt good? Dave hadn’t mentioned it before, and John sounded pretty pained. His brain had decided to purge his stomach after the overload, and once that was done, John flopped down onto his back, his body fine, but his mind worn out. He looked up at Aradia as his eyelids began to close on their own, uttering one last thing before falling into the deepest of sleeps.

“You are…so insane…”.