Fran & Penelo Story 2 - Favorite Games
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Final Fantasy Games › Final Fantasy XII
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,628
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0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This story has sex, leather bondage (LOTS of it) & cute yuri fun. That said: Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 12 characters or anything else, and I do not make any money from these writings.
Fran & Penelo #2 - Favorite Games - Pt 4
Fran & Penelo: Story 2 – Favorite Games (Part 4)
*WARNINGS: This story, just like the first one, IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This chapter will contain BONDAGE, NUDITY and will involve a lot of girl/girl fun...*
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Rounding the next corner, the massive windows gave way to a narrower corridor that signaled that the girls had entered the residential side of the palace, much to the bound & gagged girl’s relief. The strap and the waves of pleasure that it was sending up from her pussy were beginning to climb to a peak as Penelo felt her juices cooling against the warm skin of her thighs, sending her imagination into a slight haze before suddenly running into Fran’s back. “Oohf…” she huffed, snapping out of her haze and back into the moment. “Fhrahn?” [Fran?] she asked, noticing her captor’s ears standing at full attention.
“Do you hear that, child?” Fran asked, her voice just above a whisper.
Penelo paused for a moment, and over the sound of her own now-pounding heartbeat, she heard the same thing: voices. “Oh, gahdf…” [Oh, gods…] Penelo whimpered, pressing closely against Fran’s warm body. “Frhahn…” [Fran…] she trailed off nervously, her drool now falling freely from behind her gag as her worried gaze met Fran’s warm smile.
“Is everything alright, Penelo?” Fran asked, innocently ignoring the sudden issue at hand as she led Penelo back into a small nook in the hallway.
“Nnnh…” [No…] Penelo replied, shaking her head as Fran pinned her between the cool marble wall and her own tall, majestically curved form.
“No?” Fran asked, arching a curious eyebrow. “Do your bonds hurt?”
Penelo shook her head again. “Fhe ahmbihndeh fheelf fihne fhtihl…” [The armbinder feels fine still…] she answered, a nervous blush glowing on her cheeks.
“And your gag?” Fran continued, raising a hand to gently brush a few strands of blonde hair out of the way before she could caress Penelo’s beautiful, cherubic face. The bright red ball complimented the younger girl’s pink lips so perfectly, and the way that she spoke with the gag strapped tightly in her mouth drove Fran past wild.
“Ihf fihne, Mahm…” [Its fine, Ma’am…] Penelo replied, closing her eyes as she leaned into Fran’s tender touch. Pinned between the wall and her lover, she felt her worry start to be replaced by another, more pleasant feeling.
“And the harness..?” Fran pressed, looping a finger under the strap that ran down her stomach before giving it a slight tug outwards.
“Aaah!!” Penelo gasped as the strap pressed firmly against her wet and excited pussy. Her eyes opened a moment later to meet Fran’s loving gaze, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her gagged lips. “Wohnderfhul…” [Wonderful…]
“Then it sounds like everything is alright,” Fran smiled, giving the bondaged girl a kiss on the forehead before wrapping one arm around the bound girl’s shoulders.
“Mm hmm…” Penelo confirmed with a nod of her own. “Yeff Mihftreff…” [Yes Mistress…] she trailed off as Fran kissed the tip of her nose next, inciting a small giggle from the captive blonde.
“Did you think you were going to be caught?” Fran asked, her whispering voice and warm breath dancing in Penelo’s ear. Before the girl could respond, Fran took Penelo’s earlobe gently between her teeth and gave a playful nibble.
“Aah, Fhrahn…” [Aah, Fran…] Penelo gasped again with a sharp intake of breath around her large ballgag. “Oh, gahds…” [Oh, gods…]
“So you are all right, my sweet?” Fran asked, trailing small kisses over Penelo’s cheek as she reached up to take one of the girls bared breasts in hand.
“Aaah!!” Penelo squeaked into her gag, doing her best to keep her voice down as Fran teased her nipple between her fingers. “Yeff Mahm…” [Yes Ma’am…] she acknowledged, pressing as much as she could into Fran’s touch and embrace.
“Shall I continue then..?” Fran teased, kneading Penelo’s firm breast in her hand before looping a finger behind the main strap of the harness behind her back and giving it one more tantalizing tug.
“Yeff, Ff-Mihftreff…” [Yes, Fr-Mistress…] Penelo stammered as the waves of pleasure rising up her spine were becoming too much to control. She was squirming back and forth in hopes of grinding against the strap between her legs and hoping that Fran was willing to help. Her hands slid around inside her armbinder as much as they were able as she wished that she was able to pull on that strap herself. “Phleaff…” [Please…] she moaned, tilting her neck slightly to the side to give Fran better access.
“Do you like this then, my love..?” Fran teased, whispering between short and long kisses she rained along Penelo’s bared neck.
“Yeff…” [Yes…] Penelo barely managed to whisper. She gave a small, saddened moan as she felt Fran’s warm hand leave her very sensitive breast before feeling it trail slowly down her stomach and between her legs. “Fhrahn, Ah…” [Fran, I…] she trailed off as she felt Fran tug the strap between her legs just a bit to the side and enough to let her slide her long, wondrous fingers inside. “Oooh gahds!!!” [Oooh gods…] she moaned loudly into her gag. By now, she had stopped caring if anyone found her like this. All she wanted was the moment she was in; bound and gagged in Fran’s arms and heart.
Fran plunged two fingers deep inside Penelo’s wet and warm pussy, teasing the bound girl to new heights of pleasure. “You are the most marvelous person I could ever know, Penelo…” Fran whispered into Penelo’s ear as she playfully nibbled on the blonde’s earlobe once more as she felt her captive begin to shudder in her embrace. The statuesque Viera felt her own juices begin to stir inside her as the blonde began to moan into her gag.
“M-mihftreff…” [M-mistress…] Penelo sighed, her own voice barely above a whisper behind her tight gag. “Fhrahn…” [Fran…] she sighed as Fran turned her attention back to another of her favorite spots on her neck. She ground her hips against her lover’s hand and felt a thumb find her sensitive clitoris. The sensations of Fran’s embrace, her kisses, her bondage and her hand between her legs were enough to send Penelo hard and fast over the edge of orgasm. “Fhrahhnn!!” [Fran!!] she moaned loudly into her gag, biting down onto the soft rubber ball as much as it would give as she felt her own muscles between her legs clench down on her captor’s and lover’s fingers.
Fran stopped moving inside Penelo’s dripping pussy as she felt her love come for her, and gently rained kisses on the beautiful young girls’ neck, cheek, gagged mouth and nose. “My love…” she trailed off with a whisper, slowly pulling her hand out from between the girl’s legs to wrap Penelo in a tight embrace.
“Mmmf…” Penelo moaned as Fran squeezed her tightly, and for all the world she wished that she could return the embrace that her bondage prevented her from doing. “Mihftreff…” [Mistress…] was all she was able to get out through the haze of orgasm as a fresh stream of drool slid down her chin and between the hugging couple. She felt her knees buckling, and would have to remember to thank Fran for keeping her standing upright. “Mihftreff…” [Mistress…]
“Ssh…” Fran cooed, holding Penelo’s head to her shoulder. “I know…”
The pair stood in the hallway, the faint sound of voices slowly fading away for a few moments longer before Penelo had managed to recover from an orgasm that she had been only able to dream of for the past week. “Ffhank yhu, Mihftreff…” [Thank you, Mistress…] Penelo finally said, breaking the silent yet tender embrace between the two girls.
“You’re welcome, my love,” Fran replied with a quick kiss to the top of Penelo’s head.
Penelo gave a small giggle at the gesture. “Ah juhft whiff fhah Ah coulh retuhn fhe fahfoh…” [I just wish I could return the favor…] she teased, reaching her bound arms around to her side as much as the armbinder and her own flexibility allowed. “Buh mhy Mishftreff haff mhe ahll tihed uhp forh ffome reahfon…” [But my Mistress has me all tied up for some reason…]
Fran chuckled slightly, squeezing the younger blonde tightly once more. “Just the way I like my captives…” she answered. “Besides… I am hoping that my captive will take the plenty of chances that she will have later…”
“Fhe ihntehndf tho…” [She intends to…] the bound blonde affirmed.
“But until then,” Fran continued. It had been a few minutes since Penelo’s orgasm and the pulsing between her own long, bronze legs was pushing her towards that point of no return. If they didn’t reach their room soon, she wouldn’t care who found them as she put the contents of her pouch to full use. “Can you stand?” she asked, letting the embrace loosen slightly.
“Ah fhink fho…” [I think so…] Penelo replied, and was happy to find her legs firmly beneath her. “Ahll fhet, Mahm!” [All set, Ma’am!]
Releasing the embrace, Fran took a step back to marvel at the blushing bound splendor standing in front of her. Penelo was still flushed from her orgasm, but still stood grinning around her ballgag in an empty corridor, helpless save for her Mistress’s whim. Shaking her head, she could barely cover a laugh that prompted Penelo to arch her own curious eyebrow.
“Mihftreff?” [Mistress?] Penelo asked, her interest evident behind her gag.
“Just wondering, child…” Fran trailed off with a warm smile and spark in her eye. “Wondering what I could have done to deserve such a perfect partner…”
Penelo blushed a deeper shade of red, bowing her head slightly in embarrassment. “Yhur fhe pehrfeh ohne…” [You’re the perfect one…] was all she could say before her own shyness and embarrassment overcame her. As reassuring as Fran’s presence and care was, and despite her bondage and knowledge that Fran would accept her no matter what she said, she couldn’t being to say the words that had been bubbling up inside of her in the past few months.
“We had best get moving,” Fran smiled, taking the leash back in hand firmly. “Unless you’d rather we stay here…”
“Yeff Mahm…” [Yes Ma’am…] Penelo replied with a smirk around the ballgag. “Ah voht whe geh fhomewher fhah Ah cahn retuhn ehvry fahfoh yhu juhft gahf mhe…” [I vote we get somewhere that I can return every favor you just gave me…] she trailed off before a playful wink and adding, “Ahn fhen ffome…” [And then some…]
Fran laughed, giving Penelo a slight deferent nod. “Yes Mistress…” she said quietly, inciting a giggle from the petite blonde.
“Who’d haff fhough fhah fhe cahptif hah fho muhf controh…?” [Who’d have thought that the captive has so much control…?] Penelo teased, twisting slightly to the side to display her still securely bound arms, but as she did, the strap between her legs, well lubricated by Penelo’s juices, slid back over her still warm and throbbing pussy. “Aaaah!” she gasped, nearly losing her balance as the sudden, unexpected wave of pleasure rocketed up her spine.
“Control indeed,” Fran teased back as she noticed Penelo’s pink nipples harden again at the sensations between her legs and as she was reminded exactly of how helpless her bonds made her. “Now let’s get you somewhere that you don’t have to worry about such things…”
“Yeff Mahm!” [Yes Ma’am!] Penelo giggled as Fran turned once more to lead her, bound and helpless, down the hallway and towards a place that she could barely wait to get.
“Almost there,” Fran sang quietly as they rounded the last corner and their destination came into sight. Fran couldn’t help a small smile creeping to her lips; her long white hair flowed down behind her, shimmering in the afternoon light. The anticipation of what was to come that night sent a shiver down her spine and her own pussy tingling madly between her legs.
Penelo felt both her heartbeat and her pace quicken as the still slightly dulled waves of pleasure that were pulsing through her body gave way to her excitement at making it all the way through the castle bound and nude as she was. But just before Fran reached for the door handle, Penelo heard an unmistakable and very familiar sound. Looking to their left, she noticed another long corridor and her heart leapt into her throat at the same time her stomach dropped to the floor. “Oh, gahds…” [Oh, gods…] she whimpered, nearly leaping to stand behind Fran as she turned to face their new companion.
“Well, well, well,” Balthier drawled, his arms crossed and an amused smirk plastered across his face. “I knew there was something more interesting going on here than that trade meeting.”
*WARNINGS: This story, just like the first one, IS FOR 18+ ONLY! If you don't like adult situations, don't read any further!! This chapter will contain BONDAGE, NUDITY and will involve a lot of girl/girl fun...*
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Rounding the next corner, the massive windows gave way to a narrower corridor that signaled that the girls had entered the residential side of the palace, much to the bound & gagged girl’s relief. The strap and the waves of pleasure that it was sending up from her pussy were beginning to climb to a peak as Penelo felt her juices cooling against the warm skin of her thighs, sending her imagination into a slight haze before suddenly running into Fran’s back. “Oohf…” she huffed, snapping out of her haze and back into the moment. “Fhrahn?” [Fran?] she asked, noticing her captor’s ears standing at full attention.
“Do you hear that, child?” Fran asked, her voice just above a whisper.
Penelo paused for a moment, and over the sound of her own now-pounding heartbeat, she heard the same thing: voices. “Oh, gahdf…” [Oh, gods…] Penelo whimpered, pressing closely against Fran’s warm body. “Frhahn…” [Fran…] she trailed off nervously, her drool now falling freely from behind her gag as her worried gaze met Fran’s warm smile.
“Is everything alright, Penelo?” Fran asked, innocently ignoring the sudden issue at hand as she led Penelo back into a small nook in the hallway.
“Nnnh…” [No…] Penelo replied, shaking her head as Fran pinned her between the cool marble wall and her own tall, majestically curved form.
“No?” Fran asked, arching a curious eyebrow. “Do your bonds hurt?”
Penelo shook her head again. “Fhe ahmbihndeh fheelf fihne fhtihl…” [The armbinder feels fine still…] she answered, a nervous blush glowing on her cheeks.
“And your gag?” Fran continued, raising a hand to gently brush a few strands of blonde hair out of the way before she could caress Penelo’s beautiful, cherubic face. The bright red ball complimented the younger girl’s pink lips so perfectly, and the way that she spoke with the gag strapped tightly in her mouth drove Fran past wild.
“Ihf fihne, Mahm…” [Its fine, Ma’am…] Penelo replied, closing her eyes as she leaned into Fran’s tender touch. Pinned between the wall and her lover, she felt her worry start to be replaced by another, more pleasant feeling.
“And the harness..?” Fran pressed, looping a finger under the strap that ran down her stomach before giving it a slight tug outwards.
“Aaah!!” Penelo gasped as the strap pressed firmly against her wet and excited pussy. Her eyes opened a moment later to meet Fran’s loving gaze, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her gagged lips. “Wohnderfhul…” [Wonderful…]
“Then it sounds like everything is alright,” Fran smiled, giving the bondaged girl a kiss on the forehead before wrapping one arm around the bound girl’s shoulders.
“Mm hmm…” Penelo confirmed with a nod of her own. “Yeff Mihftreff…” [Yes Mistress…] she trailed off as Fran kissed the tip of her nose next, inciting a small giggle from the captive blonde.
“Did you think you were going to be caught?” Fran asked, her whispering voice and warm breath dancing in Penelo’s ear. Before the girl could respond, Fran took Penelo’s earlobe gently between her teeth and gave a playful nibble.
“Aah, Fhrahn…” [Aah, Fran…] Penelo gasped again with a sharp intake of breath around her large ballgag. “Oh, gahds…” [Oh, gods…]
“So you are all right, my sweet?” Fran asked, trailing small kisses over Penelo’s cheek as she reached up to take one of the girls bared breasts in hand.
“Aaah!!” Penelo squeaked into her gag, doing her best to keep her voice down as Fran teased her nipple between her fingers. “Yeff Mahm…” [Yes Ma’am…] she acknowledged, pressing as much as she could into Fran’s touch and embrace.
“Shall I continue then..?” Fran teased, kneading Penelo’s firm breast in her hand before looping a finger behind the main strap of the harness behind her back and giving it one more tantalizing tug.
“Yeff, Ff-Mihftreff…” [Yes, Fr-Mistress…] Penelo stammered as the waves of pleasure rising up her spine were becoming too much to control. She was squirming back and forth in hopes of grinding against the strap between her legs and hoping that Fran was willing to help. Her hands slid around inside her armbinder as much as they were able as she wished that she was able to pull on that strap herself. “Phleaff…” [Please…] she moaned, tilting her neck slightly to the side to give Fran better access.
“Do you like this then, my love..?” Fran teased, whispering between short and long kisses she rained along Penelo’s bared neck.
“Yeff…” [Yes…] Penelo barely managed to whisper. She gave a small, saddened moan as she felt Fran’s warm hand leave her very sensitive breast before feeling it trail slowly down her stomach and between her legs. “Fhrahn, Ah…” [Fran, I…] she trailed off as she felt Fran tug the strap between her legs just a bit to the side and enough to let her slide her long, wondrous fingers inside. “Oooh gahds!!!” [Oooh gods…] she moaned loudly into her gag. By now, she had stopped caring if anyone found her like this. All she wanted was the moment she was in; bound and gagged in Fran’s arms and heart.
Fran plunged two fingers deep inside Penelo’s wet and warm pussy, teasing the bound girl to new heights of pleasure. “You are the most marvelous person I could ever know, Penelo…” Fran whispered into Penelo’s ear as she playfully nibbled on the blonde’s earlobe once more as she felt her captive begin to shudder in her embrace. The statuesque Viera felt her own juices begin to stir inside her as the blonde began to moan into her gag.
“M-mihftreff…” [M-mistress…] Penelo sighed, her own voice barely above a whisper behind her tight gag. “Fhrahn…” [Fran…] she sighed as Fran turned her attention back to another of her favorite spots on her neck. She ground her hips against her lover’s hand and felt a thumb find her sensitive clitoris. The sensations of Fran’s embrace, her kisses, her bondage and her hand between her legs were enough to send Penelo hard and fast over the edge of orgasm. “Fhrahhnn!!” [Fran!!] she moaned loudly into her gag, biting down onto the soft rubber ball as much as it would give as she felt her own muscles between her legs clench down on her captor’s and lover’s fingers.
Fran stopped moving inside Penelo’s dripping pussy as she felt her love come for her, and gently rained kisses on the beautiful young girls’ neck, cheek, gagged mouth and nose. “My love…” she trailed off with a whisper, slowly pulling her hand out from between the girl’s legs to wrap Penelo in a tight embrace.
“Mmmf…” Penelo moaned as Fran squeezed her tightly, and for all the world she wished that she could return the embrace that her bondage prevented her from doing. “Mihftreff…” [Mistress…] was all she was able to get out through the haze of orgasm as a fresh stream of drool slid down her chin and between the hugging couple. She felt her knees buckling, and would have to remember to thank Fran for keeping her standing upright. “Mihftreff…” [Mistress…]
“Ssh…” Fran cooed, holding Penelo’s head to her shoulder. “I know…”
The pair stood in the hallway, the faint sound of voices slowly fading away for a few moments longer before Penelo had managed to recover from an orgasm that she had been only able to dream of for the past week. “Ffhank yhu, Mihftreff…” [Thank you, Mistress…] Penelo finally said, breaking the silent yet tender embrace between the two girls.
“You’re welcome, my love,” Fran replied with a quick kiss to the top of Penelo’s head.
Penelo gave a small giggle at the gesture. “Ah juhft whiff fhah Ah coulh retuhn fhe fahfoh…” [I just wish I could return the favor…] she teased, reaching her bound arms around to her side as much as the armbinder and her own flexibility allowed. “Buh mhy Mishftreff haff mhe ahll tihed uhp forh ffome reahfon…” [But my Mistress has me all tied up for some reason…]
Fran chuckled slightly, squeezing the younger blonde tightly once more. “Just the way I like my captives…” she answered. “Besides… I am hoping that my captive will take the plenty of chances that she will have later…”
“Fhe ihntehndf tho…” [She intends to…] the bound blonde affirmed.
“But until then,” Fran continued. It had been a few minutes since Penelo’s orgasm and the pulsing between her own long, bronze legs was pushing her towards that point of no return. If they didn’t reach their room soon, she wouldn’t care who found them as she put the contents of her pouch to full use. “Can you stand?” she asked, letting the embrace loosen slightly.
“Ah fhink fho…” [I think so…] Penelo replied, and was happy to find her legs firmly beneath her. “Ahll fhet, Mahm!” [All set, Ma’am!]
Releasing the embrace, Fran took a step back to marvel at the blushing bound splendor standing in front of her. Penelo was still flushed from her orgasm, but still stood grinning around her ballgag in an empty corridor, helpless save for her Mistress’s whim. Shaking her head, she could barely cover a laugh that prompted Penelo to arch her own curious eyebrow.
“Mihftreff?” [Mistress?] Penelo asked, her interest evident behind her gag.
“Just wondering, child…” Fran trailed off with a warm smile and spark in her eye. “Wondering what I could have done to deserve such a perfect partner…”
Penelo blushed a deeper shade of red, bowing her head slightly in embarrassment. “Yhur fhe pehrfeh ohne…” [You’re the perfect one…] was all she could say before her own shyness and embarrassment overcame her. As reassuring as Fran’s presence and care was, and despite her bondage and knowledge that Fran would accept her no matter what she said, she couldn’t being to say the words that had been bubbling up inside of her in the past few months.
“We had best get moving,” Fran smiled, taking the leash back in hand firmly. “Unless you’d rather we stay here…”
“Yeff Mahm…” [Yes Ma’am…] Penelo replied with a smirk around the ballgag. “Ah voht whe geh fhomewher fhah Ah cahn retuhn ehvry fahfoh yhu juhft gahf mhe…” [I vote we get somewhere that I can return every favor you just gave me…] she trailed off before a playful wink and adding, “Ahn fhen ffome…” [And then some…]
Fran laughed, giving Penelo a slight deferent nod. “Yes Mistress…” she said quietly, inciting a giggle from the petite blonde.
“Who’d haff fhough fhah fhe cahptif hah fho muhf controh…?” [Who’d have thought that the captive has so much control…?] Penelo teased, twisting slightly to the side to display her still securely bound arms, but as she did, the strap between her legs, well lubricated by Penelo’s juices, slid back over her still warm and throbbing pussy. “Aaaah!” she gasped, nearly losing her balance as the sudden, unexpected wave of pleasure rocketed up her spine.
“Control indeed,” Fran teased back as she noticed Penelo’s pink nipples harden again at the sensations between her legs and as she was reminded exactly of how helpless her bonds made her. “Now let’s get you somewhere that you don’t have to worry about such things…”
“Yeff Mahm!” [Yes Ma’am!] Penelo giggled as Fran turned once more to lead her, bound and helpless, down the hallway and towards a place that she could barely wait to get.
“Almost there,” Fran sang quietly as they rounded the last corner and their destination came into sight. Fran couldn’t help a small smile creeping to her lips; her long white hair flowed down behind her, shimmering in the afternoon light. The anticipation of what was to come that night sent a shiver down her spine and her own pussy tingling madly between her legs.
Penelo felt both her heartbeat and her pace quicken as the still slightly dulled waves of pleasure that were pulsing through her body gave way to her excitement at making it all the way through the castle bound and nude as she was. But just before Fran reached for the door handle, Penelo heard an unmistakable and very familiar sound. Looking to their left, she noticed another long corridor and her heart leapt into her throat at the same time her stomach dropped to the floor. “Oh, gahds…” [Oh, gods…] she whimpered, nearly leaping to stand behind Fran as she turned to face their new companion.
“Well, well, well,” Balthier drawled, his arms crossed and an amused smirk plastered across his face. “I knew there was something more interesting going on here than that trade meeting.”