Final Fantasy XII, Vossler/Penelo, thieving
Vossler was many things: he was a knight, a guardian, a captain, a friend, and sometimes when Ashelia was but a mere child, he was her loyal steed and would gallop throughout the halls of the castle, helping the princess vanquish whatever enemy would attempt to hinder her path. Indeed, Vossler was many things, but a fool was not one of them. *** Vossler sighed heavily while wiping the sweat off his brow. The Ogir-Yensa Sandsea was probably the last place he wanted to be in, but as he watched Ashe strike down yet another Utran-Yensa, he decided that his discomfort would be well worth it. Basch, as he had rightfully assumed, was playing the guardian’s role well. Not once did he leave the princess’ side, and was happy that the tension between the two was slowly fading.
The party had separated some time ago; the two sky pirates had went off on their own, and Ashe, Basch, and Vaan were having a rather heated discussion over who was going to take watch the coming night. The only person not doing anything, besides Vossler himself, was the girl--Penelo, who was approaching him.
She smiled lopsidedly, a gesture he found rather comforting, especially during a plight such as this, and budged slightly so to offer solace from the heated sun under the rather nice patch of shade he currently occupied. Penelo sat by him gratefully.
“This journey is not one for the weak; you seem to be doing well enough.”
“Oh, I try,” she states grinning, “Anyway, who else is supposed to put up with Vaan? Ashe would probably kill him after spending not even two days alone with him.”
Vossler can't help but chuckle, “I am glad to see that there is some sense of humor left in this world.”
He stiffened slightly as he felt her hand lay gently on his armored chest, and regarded her with a rather curious expression.
“I’m glad you think so,” she let her hand slide down his chest and it came to rest on his inner thigh, “Thanks.”
She withdrew her hand and stood up quickly, walking the opposite way from where the others had set the camp. Now he was truly confused. He laid his hand where hers had been only a second ago; what was that all abou--Oh. Of course.
His purse was absent from its position on his belt. He should have known; the wench had tricked him! *** Penelo twirled the small bag in her hand and giggled at remembering the look on Vossler’s face.
“You will hand that back. Now.” She yelped in surprise and turned around, looking at none other than her recent victim and laughed nervously, “Uhh...looking for something?”
He crossed his arms, no longer in the mood for jokes. She tightened her grip on the purse, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He takes a step towards her.
“I believe you know exactly what I am speaking of.” His tone of voice was, to say the least, intimidating. She turned to run, only to be caught by the arm and thrown down onto sand, but not without dragging Vossler down with her. He grunted upon hitting the ground and rolled over onto his back, panting from heat and exhaustion.
She mumbled incoherently from her position then shifted slightly, realizing that she was now face to face with Vossler’s crotch, which happened to be rather active.
“I don’t suppose that you’re going to punish me for this?” she eyed his clothed erection warily and cupped it through his pants. He lets out a sharp intake of breath.
“But really, this kind of punishment isn’t really much of a punishment at all now, is it?” she’s already loosened his pants, his member jutting out freely, “not when the person getting in trouble actually enjoys it.” She takes it into his mouth, her tongue swirls over the tip. Vossler moans and lets his hips buck slightly. Her tongue, though he can tell is inexperienced, is doing a rather good job of making him dizzy and he is rather thankful that he is laying down. It is not much later when he comes, his breath more ragged then usual from the dry air.
“I think that’ll do it,” Penelo says brightly while wiping her mouth. Vossler can do nothing but stare at her as she walks away. He realizes then that she still has his purse and groans.
Indeed, Vossler was many things, but a fool was not one of them.
Only, he would let her get away with it this time.