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The Hunt for Hozen Treasure	By : Saljaer Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 4205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Hunt for Hozen Treasure
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   Thirteen banana peels, three hozen (deceased), and one giant beach crab (delicious) later, Olessia was ready to leave the damn map in the outhouse of the Kharanos Inn just so some dwarf could wipe his ass with it. She’d been sneaking about the Unga village in the Krasarang Wilds looking for bait, what she found was a treasure map. Finding another tree that looked like the one on the map...being every tree near the beach, she struck something and heard a hollow thud. Uncovering it she found it was a box of hozen craftsmanship, or the complete lack there of looking at it again. Cracking it open she saw the familiar glitter that had her heart racing, there was little in the world that stirred a Rogue’s heart as much as gold.

“Lets just see what this treasure really is.” Olessia said reaching in to wrap her hands about it and relish the weight.

“Oh my, it’s so heavy...and...phallic?” Olessia mumbled running her fingers along it.

   Taking it out she stared at it in disbelief, it was undoubtedly a hozen treasure after all and not something they had found. But it was gold, nothing else in the world carried it’s sparkle or the satisfying weight in her hands now. It was a Golden Banana.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Olessia moaned in dismay falling onto her rump on the beach.

   Sweaty, dirty, and irritated as she was she at least had found it even if it was a bit lackluster to her expectations. The last time she had been searching for treasure she had found a chest filled with coins, necklaces and all kinds of beautiful gemstones. So overcome by the heat of that find she had laid in bed back at the inn and sprinkled the gems over her naked flesh, laying on the gold like a dragon and it’s hoard. Slipping the silly treasure between her breasts, she started walking back to that one little hidden waterfall she had found earlier intent on freshening up before she made her way back to the war effort.

   The King himself had come ashore and she’d fought at his side, clearing the horde attackers back with swordsmanship she could hardly believe. With her twin blades his to command she had covered his back and slashed, sliced and poisoned her way until the day was theirs. It made her proud of her people and proud of her King. Slipping out of her leathers she let them hang in a branch, the misting spray of the waterfall cool against her bare skin with only her silken panties and brassiere left. Undoing the twist of leather that kept her white hair tied back she dove into the water and savoured the sudden chill.

   Coming up for air she looked to the blue sky above and even this far out she could hear the sounds of battle raging. Thinking of winding her way through the enemy ranks to kill high value targets and use all those lovely toys she made thanks to lessons well learnt from Goblin Engineers, it made her blood run hot. It was a thrill that few things in the world could compare to. Reaching a hand down she lost a finger between her soft folds and felt the press of her panties against her knuckles. Floating there on the surface of the pool with her legs spread, she couldn’t help but imagine another touching her now, a man she’d seen in all his glory hardly a week before, her King.

   Another finger joined her petting and it just didn’t feel right, she wanted to feel the press of flesh against her own and to have someone take her hair in hand and ravage her. A lifetime of fighting left her no dainty flower and it touched on everything that excited her. With a rare pout she pulled her hand free and looked to her two fingers, slick with her need as she rubbed the liquid with her thumb. She wanted something turgid and stiff to fill her again and again, to feel weight press against her flesh. Blinking in surprise, laughing a moment later, suddenly she thought that treasure not so silly as she swam to shore.

“I really hope this doesn’t have any religious significance to those monkeys.” Olessia said holding the Golden Banana in her hands.

   Assassin, thief, adventurer, they were all words that she though described herself well. Alchemist, archaeologist by fluke, and an engineer first rate she had done well for herself in her life when cease fires came and her usual trade found work less available. Inspecting the banana for any writing or telltale signs of ceremony that might give a clue to it, all she found was that it was a heavy, gold....banana.

“Okay, conscience is clear.” Olessia said more for herself as she reached into her bag and found what she was looking for.

   Pulling a vial of oil out she drizzled it on the banana and found herself growing eager looking as it slipped down the length of it. It was her own special blend inspired by frost oil and fire oil, cool one moment to suddenly grow hot. Normally used to sooth aching muscles, she thought it might sooth a different ache this time. Running her hand along the length of the banana to coat it she thought how silly she might look. Laying back on her blanket she slipped her panties off until they just hung about her one ankle simply too eager to care.

“Time to ook myself in the dooker.” Olessia said thinking to the battle cry of these hozen.

   Impaling herself she found the oil cool at first and pressed her thighs together at the sudden chill touch. Sliding it in she let it sit there and fill her, reaching a hand to her lips and spreading the oil along them to see her breath fog. Slow at first she pulled it free until it nearly slipped past her lips to then plunge it in again. With her breath coming faster she reached both hands down to the banana and worked it in an ever increasing pace. The tickle in her belly started slowly, letting a hand run free over her slender stomach to slip under her bra.

   Teasing a nipple she gasped as the oil grew hot, her lips on fire suddenly and her loins nearly burning. Relentlessly she let it fill her again and again as that tickle grew nearly unbearable. With her breath coming in hot ragged gasps she closed her eyes and imagined another with her thrusting into her again and again.

“Oh light!” Olessia cried feeling so very close now.

   She never knew when the oil would switch, sometimes it did so in seconds. Rolling onto her stomach she bit at her blank and let her ass hang in the air as she toyed with herself. She could feel her fluids running down her thighs now and pressed them together to feel the slippery feel of them sliding. The banana was hot in her hand as she pressed it deep and felt that electric snap that had her cry muffled only by the blanket clenched in her teeth. She let it sit there within her folds and let the crest of that wave wash over her.

   The oil was relentless still though as it burned in her depths and on her lips, against her stomach and over her nipples. It would last an hour if she didn’t wash it off but she was too spent as she let her bottom fall and her legs lay limp on the blanket. Suddenly the heat was gone to chill her, crying out in surprise as her breath fogged over her lips and her nipples stiffened. Clenching her thighs together tight she let the banana fall from her folds to lay next to her while she tried to draw warmth from the sun above.

“Beat me to it again.” A familiar voice called out, accented and sultry.

   Snapping her eyes open she looked to the tree above and saw him crouched on the branch looking over her naked flesh. Nearly seven feet tall to her own tiny five, he was bent over in a slouch as always dressed in the darkest leathers that let him blend into the shadows. With skin of aqua and red war paint on his face it was the only hint of colour aside from his deep indigo hair. He was a Darkspear troll, a rogue, and one of those people you met in war that you oddly found common ground with. Til’jun, the Long Shadow at Sunset most wanted posters in her land called him, she just called him...

“Jun!” Olessia cried out trying to cover herself up.

   The first time they met she’d surprised him with how much of his language she had leant through the Zandalar years in the fight against Hakkar. She had been tied up at the time while he rummaged through her bags, making lecherous looks at every silky undergarment he found. Most of it had been every swear and curse and insult of his parentage she could think of until one of his few fingers silenced her as he stuck it right in her mouth. She bit him seconds later and found out it only made him look to her all the more heatedly.

   Holding out a treasure map in hand he sat there looking at her and down to the golden banana that lay in a pool of her fluids. Her own blue eyes widened in shock, it was an exact copy of her own. Modesty forgotten she rose and stalked to the tree as he leapt down to tower over her. Handing it off she compared the two as he stretched and yawned, noticing differences now but for the most it was a twin to her own map except this one showed another X on it.

“There was another treasure?” Olessia asked looking to the troll.

   He grinned at her and she braced herself for it, seeing him dig into his pants and pull something out. It was gold, but smaller and encrusted with gems. It was...a pineapple?

“You’re...kidding right?” Olessia asked laughing loudly, the thing was hardly bigger than a plum.

“Maybe if it ‘ad been the size of a pineapple you could call it a treasure mon.” Jun said looking down on it.

   It looked a little more pointed than a pineapple should be and without being prickly, but it was gold so it had to be worth something. Seeing him eye the banana she thrust a finger to his chest, closer to his stomach with how much he had on her actually.

“Don’t you even think of it, that one is mine!” Olessia said.

“Yea, saw you ‘aving fun with it.” Jun said with a suggestive grin.

   Looking to her bag and all her gear, it looked so very far away now as she looked up to Jun and saw him looking playful...which for a Troll could mean a lot of things she had learnt over the years.

“Is that a crab chewing on your panties?” Jun asked looking past her.

   Spinning around Olessia looked out to her blanket and saw a small hermit crab making off with her silken undergarment. Indignant at first she recognized the crab by the markings on her back and knew she’d been had. It was Supper, Jun’s pet crab. The blow to the back of her head was the last thing she remembered until she tried to blink the stars from her eyes to realize they were the night sky.

“I can’t believe I fell for that.” Olessia groaned while trying to gather her wits.

   A campfire burned and she was under a blanket feeling warm and cozy, spotting Jun sitting on a rock playing with his jewellers kit and something. Feeling stiff she tried to stretch only to feel herself bound. Rolling her eyes she settled down and found herself once again tied up by his rope work.

“Oh, you’re awake?” Jun asked over his shoulder.

   Insulting his mother and questioning what had fathered him, Olessia listened to him chuckle as she broke out into the fluent troll she had learnt. Letting her head fall back, she stared at the stars and waited wondering what game he was playing this time.

“Where’s my banana?” Olessia asked.

“Right here, just adding a few t’ings to it.” Jun said.

   Exploring the rope work she found her arms tied against her back with no hope for a hasty escape for the repeated windings of rope. More decorative than useful, he had tied rope about her chest and breasts and she could easily imagine her belly button framed in a diamond with a line tugging down to her hips where it was almost as if a garter had been crafted. It wrapped about her waist and she could feel the way the it finished with more ties along her thighs. Imagining him roaming her naked flesh and binding her left her feeling hot again, remembering a time she’d asked him to do it in Dalaran at the one Inn.

   The sheets had been silk and the spirits had flowed freely. They both had much to celebrate that night, the Lich King had been defeated. Feeling a shadow fall over her she looked up to see him there bathed in the flickering light of the fire, looking on his rippling physique.

“What do ya think?” Jun asked holding out the golden banana.

   It glittered in the light of the campfire, the gold blazing and twinkling sparkles dotting it’s length. He’d added some gemstone to it that looked so much like the ones on the pineapple he’d shown her that she knew he had worked his craft to that too. Looking closer at it the gems didn’t look like diamonds or anything that should be set in gold. Catching the first hint of tremors running along the length of the banana her eyes widened in shock.

“You put Apexis Crystals on my banana!” Olessia screamed.

“Ya mon.” Jun said as he neared.

   She remembered coming across those crystals in the Outlands, worthless except to those mystical ogres. They throbbed and vibrated with all the power bottled up in them, she had a few things made from them back at her home outside Ironforge. Looking at Jun, she saw the lecherous grin on his lips and worried what games he was going to play.

“Don’t you even! Untie me! I don’t know what you’re going to do with that, but I got an idea where you can stick it!” Olessia yelled at the troll.

   She didn’t want toys, she wanted him and the silhouette of his manhood that hung limp between his legs. He was an incorrigible tease and she had let herself come to his mercy all over some silly trick. The blanket was torn free and the cool evening air left goose bumps along her naked flesh. He nestled the banana between her tied breasts and reached past her for a vial of oil. Catching sight of the jar she was thankful it wasn’t her own special blend.

   Drizzling the oil over her he let it pool on her stomach to run as it would, slipping down her hips and down between her legs. Throwing the empty vial away Jun let his hands roam over her and toy with her interested peaks, clasping his tri fingers against her supple breasts. Moaning in pleasure Olessia let him work his magic, always surprised by how dexterous those few fingers were.

“You like that?” Jun asked leaning close and letting a tusk brush her jaw.

   His hot breath washed over her and she smelt that spicy rum he always liked, nuzzling her nose against his stubble as she found his chin. Feeling him so close it was everything she longed for earlier as she struggled to press herself against him. Feeling his teeth on her ear he bit to the point it was painful as blood was drawn. Caught off guard she gave a cry to be silenced as a large finger slipped past her lips. Tenderly he licked at the wound and kissed it, herself biting hard on his finger as she had so long ago.

“You know that just drives me wild.” Jun said as his own blood ran hot.

   Throwing her over Olessia found herself pressed against the blanket with him at her back, she could feel his crotch pressed against her bare bottom as he reached past her to his bag. Lost to his nearness and her desire she couldn’t see what he pulled from it this time, feeling the golden banana tickling at her belly as it lay trapped beneath her. More oil drizzled along her back and she longed to tear her arms free of their bindings just to claw at his chest and feel his taut muscles against her hands. She could feel the first stirring of his erection as it pressed against her as he straddled her.

“I don’t know why so many o’ my brudders like those elves. No meat on their bones.” Jun said as he kneaded her buxom buttocks.

   Mewing now to his touch she gathered the blanket again in her mouth and bit hard, frustrated beyond measure as his stiff member rose against her lips to lay motionless. Feeling his thumb press against her puckered bud she relaxed and waited as it disappeared past the knuckle. She didn’t mind these games but she knew just how much he enjoyed them as he slowly worked it free to press it again.

   His free hand roamed up her back and found her own, taking it and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He pressed himself against her and she could feel his length shift against her, squeezing her tights tight against it in hopes of driving him on.

“Looks like someone is eager, little Olly.” Jun teased, Olessia hating that nickname.

   She could feel his chest pressing against the back of her head as he once again reached past her, that he towered over her always left her feeling so vulnerable and ready to fight. As he settled down she could feel he was fully hard now and squeezed her legs together with all her might as she squirmed, trying to edge him on just to find her own relief.

   Something cold pressed against her bud and she felt it vibrating, clenching tight against the sudden intrusion. Teasing her with his turgid length he leaned back and let it press against her longing lips.

“Be good.” Jun said softly as he neared again.

   Once again that cold touch pressed against her and she knew what it was, that golden petite pineapple. He worked it in and past her until finally her bud settled around the place between the stem of the fruit. Feeling the apexis crystals thrumming in her depths she whimpered and pouted longing for release.

“Good girl.” Jun whispered as he tenderly took her shoulders and rolled her onto her back.

   Olessia looked up and saw him crouched over her, her loins hot and slick as she looked to his shaft already slick with her juices. Somewhere in all the tossing the golden banana had been lost and she saw him reach for it.

“Now just where to stick this?” Jun asked, his common accented by his native tongue.

   Seeing him trail it down her belly Olessia lay still knowing if she was too forceful again he might just deny her. It trailed along her lips and picked up some of her slippery fluids only to brush against her thigh. With the throbbing vibrations coming from that pineapple filling her buttocks she felt herself so close it wouldn’t take much. The tip of the banana ran along her hip and brushed along her side to reach that place before her breast. Grasping her nipple Jun let it pass along her throat and to her jaw before it brushed against her lips.

“Perfect.” Jun said as he let it slip between her lips for her teeth to graze along the studded shaft.

   Staring deep into his green eyes Olessia looked in silent plea for him to end his games and take her, to ravish her as she longed and to spend his seed deep within her. The smile that graced his lips answered her longings as his tip settled against her lips. Clenching her teeth down on the banana he thrust into her and set a furious pace. With only her legs free she wrapped them about his waist and let her calves brush his toned buttocks that she longed to dig her nails into.

   With every grunt and push she felt herself grow closer and struggled against it, helpless in every other way other. Trolls were known for their stamina and a frenzy that could overtake them. She’d experienced it once when she’d driven him mad one time in the jungles of Stranglethorn, it’d taken a long time to sate his lust that time and she had surprised herself to endure it.

“Spirits, your always so tight!” Jun cried in a hoarse breath.

   Spitting the banana free she answered his cry and flexed her legs, pressing herself against him and biting at his nipple. She could taste his sweat and feel the hammering beat of his heart against her cheek. Taken into his arms he climbed to sit with her in his lap and then leaned back to let her thrust against him in time to his own. With am arm for support he wrapped one about her and let it trail to tenderly to her side. With fatigue dogging them both she worked furiously to bounce herself against him with her cheeks slapping against his thighs.

   She heard his cry and felt something hot spill within her, her own release coming finally as she let go of that control she’d found. Tumbling into the sand with the fire burning bright beside them she listened to his rapid breaths and felt the rise and fall of his chest as she lay spent against him. They lay there as the stars danced across the sky while the fire burned low.

“So, you going to untie me?” Olessia asked.

   Looking up to his eyes she saw them looking past her to the jungle that lay behind the beach. Suddenly he leaped to his feet and threw her over his shoulder, gathering their things fast and throwing that golden banana in her own bag. Looking past in dizzying moment she saw just what had surprised him so much, swearing loudly.

“Ya mon, Hozen.” Jun said as he started racing down the beach.

   Behind them a pack of twenty hozen raced with spears and all sorts of things clenched in their fists. They’d both seen their sorts looking around just as they had along the beach, looking for that treasure that had been buried.

“Untie me dammit!” Olessia screamed at Jun, her lust a very different kind in this moment and not caring if she had to fight nude.

“No time Olly, if ya don’t want ta get ooked in the dooker be quiet!” Jun said racing on and whistling.

“Oh you did not just say that, that’s as bad as the time in Icecrown!” Olessia moaned.

“What, ya didn’t want to get boned by a skeleton that time either!” Jun replied with a throaty laugh only a troll could manage.

“Shut up Jun, just shut up.” Ollessia yelled.

   Feeling something shoved in her lips she wanted to bite down until she felt the first hint of those telltale vibrations that still throbbed in her bottom. She thought he’d tried to silence her in his usual way only to have placed the treasure in her lips. Not about to loose it she clenched down hard and let a throaty growl show her annoyance.

“Huh, worth every copper. Good way to shut you up when you’re bein’ whiny Olly.” Jun said with a chuckle.

   Ahead of them Jun saw just what he was waiting for, finding one last burst of speed to gain some distance on the pack of Hozen throwing things at them that he rather didn’t want to think of. The sea turtle looked up from where it had been dozing and popped it’s legs out ready for it’s master. Leaping on the back Jun sat there and looked back to the island of the Unga Village. The hozen danced at the shore and threw threatening gestures and sure enough, poop.

   With the moon hanging slow and the night quiet, he pulled Olessia into his lap and plucked the banana free. The fight was gone from her and she just enjoyed his arms wrapped protectively around her.

“So, I’m out on duty in de Wilds tomorrow. Where you gonna be?” Jun asked.

“I think I’ll let the others kill you dirty stinkin’ horde for one day, I’ll go help the Golden Lotus some.” Olessia replied.

“Ya ever t’ink this war will end Mon?” Jun asked.

   Feeling him running his few fingers through her hair she could only hope it would, but as long as the horde held the likes worst the Forsaken and to offer, and Garrosh Hellscreams vision of true orcs she wasn’t about to hold her breath.
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