John/Vriska Vore WIP

John woke in a small, dark room, slowly and painfully. His eyelids felt as if tied down with lead weights, and his limbs had lost all feeling. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he noticed that his arms were pinned to his sides with a sticky substance, thick and ropey, but soft at the same time. Confusion flooded his mind as he saw the plethora of Nicholas Cage posters covering the walls.

"Wait a minute..." The Heir of Breath muttered, as realization flooded his mind. "Vriska?" He called out, smacking his tongue as his parched lips cracked. Grey-skinned arms draped themselves over his shoulders and ran their nails up his chest, the scratchy feeling tingling wonderfully. "Hey there loverboy." She whispered into his ear, hot breath burning against his skin.

"Oh hi Vriska! What happened? I don't rem-" She clapped a hand over his mouth, shushing him gently. Those long, painted nails raked up his chest again, up his throat and across his cheeks. She was humming something, soft and low, somewhat familiar.

"Oh, um, do you think you could untie me?" He piped up cheerily. The troll giggled, and stepped away from behind him, dragging her hands through his hair.

Tied as he was, he could only imagine what she was doing, as she pranced about in the space behind him. He licked his cracked lips as he heard the sound of water and ice being poured into a glass. "Could I get some water too?" He asked, pleadingly.

Again, giggling. And the sound of someone slowly drinking a glass of water, rather noisily. "Come on, please? Vriska, I know you can hear me." His begging was rewarded with a lazy patter of bare feet on hard floor, as she walked in front of him, entirely in the nude, a half full glass held in an outstretched hand. She sat down on his lap, wrapping her slim legs around his back, pressing her full, soft breasts against his chest as she leaned in for a kiss. He blushed, as her fangs scraped across his lips and her erect nipples dragged along his chest. She stood up, and held the iced over glass, slick with condensation by his mouth. "Oh wow ok. Thanks?" He croaked, before leaning forward to take a sip.

After he had finished the glass, Vriska threw it casually over her shoulder, smashing it against the wall. "So, are you ready to get down to business John?" She said happily, bouncing up and down slightly in excitement on his lap. A blush of embarrassment coloured his cheeks as he realized that his member had grown erect. He hoped and prayed that she wouldn't notice it's slow, but steady ascent up between her parted legs. Hopefully she wouldn't notice as she preened and fussed over herself, running her fingers through her hair and licking at her exposed fangs. All for naught, as his swollen head brushed against the inside of her thighs before settling, pressed firmly against her groin. The surprised gasp, more surprised than anything, destroyed his last vestige of hope.

 

OKAY AGH FUCK I WILL CONTINUE TOMORROW EVERY SENTENCE I WRITE IS A CHORE