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Aloy was nervous as Morlund’s orb rose into the air, the dragon head flame cannon filling it was hot air lifting their container off the desert sands of Las Vegas. She kept looking down to make sure the two tethers he attached were holding, the nightmares of their last voyage together ringing in the back of her head. Fortunately it was a clear night, so sign of any storms. If nothing went wrong, this trip shouldn’t end with them plummeting to the ground like last time.
That being said, the view was spectacular. The night sky was lit up by the neon lights and projections from below, which looked beautiful against the desert backdrop. From this high up she got to see most of the Tenakth territory in the Forbidden West, from the desert sands to the cliffs at the north and the forest to the west. It was an exhilarating feeling rising above the land, higher than any Nora had gone before. She hung onto the ropes binding the orb to the basket, leaning against it accepting the moment to relax. It was peaceful up here.
Or it would be if Morlund would shut up. It seemed the Oseram liked to talk a lot, ideas coming to him one after another. She could see why the troops of showmen liked him, he was creative and imaginative, already picturing the many ways they could expand and improve this experience. She shook her head in amusement as he rattled on about cushions and luxury packages and discounting the possibility of bringing machines. She tapped her focus and turned back to the view, recording it for her friends later.
She then scrolled through a couple of the data files she hadn’t gotten a chance to review. Many were from the black boxes she found scattered, discussions before the end of the world. It was hard to listen to so much hope knowing they ultimately failed, but she continued to listen. She owed it to them to remember their sacrifice and learn from what they had to offer. But that didn’t mean everything was useful. Much was just correspondence between friends about trivial matters that often amused her. She preferred to listen those holy recordings or read those entries, offering a light reprieve from the harsh wilderness. She found one journal entry from a man who used to work on an aircraft, pulling it up to read while Morlund talked to himself behind her.
“Maybe we could include activities. Can you hunt birds from up here?” He wondered, circling the orb to both check the mechanism and envision possibilities. “Or how about a strike board? Being a table and chairs…huh, maybe if we had a bigger box. Stargrazing? That’s a given. Ohh, I know. If we get a bed or cot in here we can market it as a luxury sleeping space. I can see Abudand losing his mind about selling that to people. He’d probably just complain about insurance or something though” he sighed. “Dangerous business setting up a hotel a mile high he’d say.”
“Huh?” Aloy blinked, catching the end of that last idea. She looked at him asking “what did you say?”
Morlund turned back to her in surprise, assuming she was lost in her focus. “Oh, I was just considering how to improve the orb experience.”
“It seems to be working as is” she remarked, looking around the basket that had enough room for four more people. Maybe it could use some more padding for comfort, but she was used to sleeping rough. Morlound had already begun with a few cushions and a blanket in the corner. “What was that about a mile high?” She asked curiously, checking her focus to see how far up they were.
Morlund looked at her asked “wouldn’t you love the opportunity to spend the night up here and wake up to this view?”
Aloy looked around. She could see the appeal. Just sleeping?” She asked. She couldn’t imagine there being much to do if this became a resort.
Morlund shrugged. “I’m sure we could figure out something to let our clients entertain themselves. People would come from everywhere to spend the night here in our orb, surrounded by lights with the desert stretching for miles…”
“Maybe you should start a club” she joked. Morlund looked at her confused and she realized she’d said that aloud. “Sorry, it was just…something you said about being a mile high…”
She turned away, brushing her head behind her ear awkwardly returning her gaze to the view. “What?” He asked, suddenly intrigued. “Hey, I’m open to suggestions. A club?”
“It’s nothing” she said, slightly embarrassed now for letting slip something she’d read about. When she saw Morlund was set to pester her until she caved she gave in before he began. “Okay. I was reading a few of the data files from the old world, and I kept coming across references to this club people were a part of. I don’t think I could make sense of it, but…
“A club here?” He asked. “In the desert.”
“Maybe. Not just here. I think it was a worldwide thing. The references were scattered from everywhere.”
“A world wide club?” Morlund marveled. “Stretching across all the lands, all tribes… that would be awesome. What kind of club was this?”
“I don’t know, but it was called the “Mile High Club”” she told him, which she knew would spark his imagination. “I don’t know if it involved flying but they do talk about how members could only join if they were at least a mile high above sea level.”
“An exclusive club for fellow travelers of the sky” he beamed, looking around at them “I guess that means you and I are already a part of this tradition” he grinned excitedly.
Aloy considered leaving it there, but there was one detail she left out. She reviewed the file she was reading to double check. The pilot in this journal talked about this club in his entry. “Janice and I finally joined the Mile High Club today. It took weeks of persuading but we did it in one of the cabins. Not the most romantic spot I know but it was a thrill beyond anything. The perfect way to celebrate…” the rest of corrupted, but a final sentence was saved. “Having sex with her this high up was the best adventure of my life. Here to the…”
“I think there’s one part of the tradition we’re missing” Aloy said, nervous recounting what she read to Morlund.
His eyes widened in awe. “Fire and steel…Stemmur would love this” he laughed. He looked around the basket again, nodding slowly. “I guess it’s a possible thing clients could try.”
“Seriously?” She laughed. “You’re trying to imagine people having sex in this thing?”
“Why not? It would be an experience like no other” he said. “One night, a once open a life time experience. Join the Mile High Club! Explore the sky and share the wonders with someone special. Romantic rides. Plus, in case you hadn’t noticed, privacy is a given.”
She glanced over the side at the specks down below. He made a good point. “Doesn’t sound safe though” she muttered hesitantly.
“Please, if this can survive tumbling through a lightning storm, it can hold a couple of loved up love makers” he assured her, tugging on the solid structure. “Not sure if Abudand would be able to market this concept though. Sex and business don’t usually make for good trade so…an unofficial benefit. Just let the clients decide if they want to go that far up here.”
Aloy wasn’t convinced, scanning the basket hesitantly trying to picture it in her mind. “All the same, might it good to test it first” she suggested.
Morlund nodded agreeing before looking at her. “You could help me, if you’d like” he said nervously. Aloy furrowed her brow turning back to him. “I mean, only if you’d want to…”
“Me?” She asked, turning pale looking at the basket. Morlund shrugged and she turned red. “I’m flattered, but…” she stammered, looking hesitantly at the basket. “Here?”
“Well, I was thinking more on the ground but…why not?” He said.
“What if something goes wrong?”
He spread his hands. “I promise, it’s perfectly safe.”
“Yeah, but safe for sex?” She asked.
“You could drag this thing behind a heard of bristlebacks and it would stay together” he boasted. He cocked his brow and noted “I have yet to here a no”.” Aloy blushed so he quietly said “if it’s me, then you wouldn’t be the first gal to turn me down.”
“It’s not that” she told him, leaning against the edge of the basket wishing she had somewhere else to go all of a sudden. She wondered if her shield-wing could carry her all the way back to the ground if she leapt over. “It’s not you” she said kindly, which encouraged him a little bit. “I’m flattered. But…why me?”
He laughed, sliding closer gesturing to her figure. “I can’t be the only guy who would like you” he commented. “Beautiful as a star. Smarter than anyone on this planet. As fierce as a forge.” He took a cautious step forward towards her, holding onto the harness careful not to tip the basket. “I heard Stemmur serenading you every time you come to visit. I find it hard to believe you don’t have suitors in every camp.”
“Well, I don’t” she said nervously, thought a handful of faces did spring to mind when she said that. “Even if I did, I’m too busy to…”
“I’m not asking you for marriage” he chuckled. “Believe me, I aim to be a bachelor for the rest of my laugh. But what fool could come across someone like you and not ask?” He smiled politely, stepping back. “But if you’re not interested, that’s fine. You’ve done a lot for us…for me already. It was probably a dumb idea anyway” he muttered, turning back to the orb. “I can practically Abadund yelling at me already.”
Aloy took a breath and considered the proposition, looking over Morlund a bit more carefully. He wouldn’t be the first Oseram to ask for something like this. He wouldn’t be the first Oseram she had sex with either. And he was harmless enough. She looked up at the orb, still floating high above the desert in the night sky, safely tethered to the ground. It seemed sturdy enough so far. And she had to admit, her adventurous curiosity had been piqued by the idea of trying something as dangerous, risky and exciting as this. If it was popular enough in the Old World, she supposed they could reignite the tradition into this one. Crap, I really am thinking about this! “Okay” she sighed, coming to the inevitable conclusion if she didn’t satisfy this curiosity it would drive her mad.
Morlund spun around in surprise. “Okay? Wait, as in…okay?”
“Yes, okay” she nodded, hoping she wouldn’t regret this. “I’ll help you test the suitability of this orb for…romantic activities” she said. Before the man could get excited she shot up a finger. “But first, some ground rules.”
“Ground rules? Little odd considering we’re in the…” he joked but he caught her stern glare, shutting his mouth and nodding.
“I’ll agree to do now, while we’re up here” she started. “You’re right about the privacy. No offense, I don’t want anyone walking in on us.”
“Smart call” he agreed. “A troupe like ours is always tripping over each other.”
“Right” she sighed. “Which brings me to my first point. I don’t want anybody to know about this. This is a one time thing and it stays between us. I don’t want the whole Forbidden West finding out. And I especially don’t want you using this as some…promotion. Last thing I want is to be called the First Nora to fuck in the sky or something.”
“Understood, and I sweat I’ll never breath a word” he promised. He then tilted his head and offered “how about Aloy, founder of the Mile High Club? We are the first people to fly after all.”
She smiled mildly shaking her head. “Technically that makes you a founder too.”
“Aloy and Morlund, Founders of the Mile High Club. That has a nice ring to it” he grinned. He turned back to her after his little tangent, growing more excited. “So we’re really doing this?”
“Yes. But second” she said sternly. “We keep our clothes on. If something goes wrong and we end up crashing, I don’t want to be struggling to get dressed.”
“Fair enough” he nodded. Might I suggest you put your weapons over hear then” he offered, showing Aloy the compartment attached to the side of the basket. “Had the idea while I was messing with counter balances. Leaves room inside the box. We wouldn’t want to accidentally impale ourselves on your spear” he said.
Aloy hesitated but ultimately agreed, securing her tools, spear and bow to the hanging bag firmly out of the way. She hooked her headgear along with it, letting her red hair fall freely over her shoulders. “Third rule, one time thing. And it’s just for practical purposes” she insisted. “So no…mushy stuff. No kissing, just sex. And we stop when one of us says so.”
“Got it” he nodded, happy to comply with any demands or instructions she gave him. The prospect of having sex with the savior of Meridian was enough to satisfy the showman. “Anything else?”
Aloy thought a minute, but she seemed to have covered all her concerns. She cast one last look over the horizon and nodded. “Okay, let’s give this a try” she said, reaching down to undo her pants.
Morlund was faster with his trousers, whipping his cock out so fast Aloy thought she was hallucinating. Then she saw the size and figured she must be. It was half flaccid but already larger than she was expecting. Morlund caught her staring and told her “I know, not as big as you thought. I’m the runt of the family.”
“You are?” She asked, doubting that very much.
“I know you set the ground rules, but I do have one request” he said nervously, holding his penis in his hand looking at it.
She looked at it and then at him, sensing what he was driving at. She rolled her eyes before dropping to her knees. “Okay, but only because I actually like you” she told him, taking his penis in her hands and pumping it a few times. He smiled as he watched her lick her lips, preparing to blow him to get his hard. “Remember, not a word to anyone” she warned.
“Cross my heart” he promised.
Taking him at his word, she ran her tongue up his shaft before opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around his tip. She hadn’t sucked a guys cock in a while so she was a little rusty, but the Oseram didn’t complain as he rolled his head back releasing a moan. Once she took him into her mouth she discovered why he didn’t believe himself to be large, his length only just brushing the back of her throat. But what he lacked in length he made up for in gerth as his cock expanded in her mouth. By the time he was stiff as a rod her lips were stretched around him in order to encompass him. She was able to take the whole cock in her mouth, her tongue licking around it as her head bobbed forward and backwards.
Morlund groaned in disbelief. Her mouth felt amazing as she deep throated him. His hand moved instinctively to grab her hair and push her against him, but she stopped slapping his hand away. “Sorry” he apologized, disappointed when she released his dick and stood back up. “That was…wow.”
“Yeah” she muttered, wiping her mouth and leaning against the edge of the basket. She undid her pants, awkwardly shuffled them down her legs to her knees. With her arm our staying on it made moving a little awkward but she managed to stand in in the corner of the basket and lean back as Morlund stepped forward.
“You know, if we want to really test the strain of this orb, I’m going have to be a little rough” he warned, nervously grabbing her hips and pulling them forward.
She grabbed the rope shuffling into position, replying “fine. I’ll manage. If you think you can keep up” she added with a smirk.
“Maybe we should have a safe word” he suggested. “Just in case. How about…fireworks. I always liked hearing that word.”
“Not really the point of a safe word” she grumbled. “Okay, fireworks. But I doubt you’d make me have to use it.”
He grinned. “By the forge you are hot” he muttered, stroking his erection aligning it with her exposed crotch finding her entrance. She inhaled as he entered, her body twisting awkwardly as their bodies met. She nodded to him, gripping the ropes tightly as he began to thrust into her.
Morlund’s warning was timely, he wasn’t gentle with her. Fortunately Aloy was as tough as she looked and able to match his rigorous thrusting. It didn’t stop her from gritting her teeth and moaning, or her back from arching against the basket. She braced against the edge, even as her shoulders fell over the side so her hair hung over the drop. Morlund went with the leverage, lifting her hips to pound her even harder. The tilting of her body brought her to her toes, the shift in gravity bringing one of her legs up to get caught on the basket. She cursed under her breath as she got stuck, the basket shaking beneath her as she clung on for dear life as Morlund held her thighs and waist fucking her with the added leverage. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Fine” she said defiantly, pulling herself up. “Just hard to hold on like this.”
“I’ll have to look into a safety harness or something” he nodded, analyzing the orb while he fucked her. “Can’t have clients falling out of this thing.”
“No, we can’t” she agreed, panting heavily as she tensed around his thick cock. “Fuck, you’re actually good at this” she remarked.
“I’m glad you agree” he smirked, reaching up to clasp the rope alongside her hand and pull himself deeper and harder.
She gasped throwing her other hand out to grab his shoulder, gripping his apron threatening to tear it until she managed to pull her foot free and plant it back down. “Fuck, okay, hang on” she gasped, pushing Morlund back so she could regain her stability. He paused to let her find her footing, pulling out of her letting her straighten up and spin around. “Let’s try this way” she suggested, standing against the side looking out over the side, her backside presented to him. This was certainly more safe. He returned to her, standing behind her back spreading her legs before eagerly thrusting his hips forward. Aloy felt his erection probe her and then yelped. “Shit! Fireworks! Fireworks!” She screamed.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, stopping himself immediately.
“Wrong place” she winced, pulling herself forward prying his dick out of her anus where he accidentally penetrated her. He apologized, letting her guide him back to her pussy where he slid in less painfully. “Okay, go ahead” she nodded, bracing against the basket as he took her hips and pounded her.
Morlund took a bit more care at first until he got back into the rythmn of it, listening to Aloy’s grunts and moans making sure she wasn’t going to scream in pain again. They fucked as hard as possible, their hips smashing against each other shaking the basket as their breathing filled the air. Aloy stared ahead at the horizon, letting the Oseram fuck her counting the stars between orgasms. “Such a tremendous view” she heard him mutter.
She glanced over her shoulder suspiciously. “I hope you’re not talking about my ass” she remarked, catching his eyes darting upwards. She shook her head as his hands removed themselves from her hips, his body leaning closer pinning her against the edge. “I can feel your hands on my chest” she said after a moment, noticing him catching a feel.
“Sorry” he said, moving his hands to the basket next to hers, throwing his hips against her pounding her harder. Aloy kept her face away from his, which now inhaled her red hair with each breath, hiding her smirk from him. She didn’t want him to see her enjoying the growing intimacy of the moment. “Fuck, I’m almost done” he said, his cock throbbing inside her. “Any more and I’ll burst.”
Aloy heard the warning, also approaching another climax as her walls began to squeeze his thick manhood. “Okay” she panted, pushing her ass against him.
“So…should I pull out or…” he stammered, but she grunted repeating “okay, I said okay. Just do it. I can’t…” her thoughts were lost as she climaxed, her moaning igniting the night sky alongside his as he ejaculated into her cunt, filling her with his cum roaring into the air. They howled and moaned until they were both finished, his penis sliding out of her leaving a trail of cum dripping from her pushy.
She looked down and watched the droplets fall onto her pants, breathing heavily pushing her red hair out of her face. Morlund stood behind her, leaning against the basket satisfied. “I told you this thing would hold” he chuckled, a big grin on his face. She laughed along, catching her breath resting on her elbows. He looked over her shoulder at the horizon. “Wow. I think the view just got better” he commented.
Aloy’s attention drifted away from the view though. Instead it turned back to the man who’s fucked her senseless, awaking a craving she hadn’t realized she’d been harboring. She’d been on the road for a long time, a long time without sex. Her body needed to catch up. She slowly turned on the spot and looked at Morlund, the only man in miles she could turn to. She could do worse.
He saw her staring and looked back at her. “Are you okay?” He asked nervously.
“I’m fine” she smiled, her eyes glancing at his limp cock waiting to be touched. She reached out and grasped him, slowly massaging it as she stepped forward surprising him. “I see why they call you a showman now” she teased, bringing his manhood back to life, leaning up on her toes to whispered “now let me show you something” kissing him on the lips.
Morlund stepped back in shock, confused by Aloy’s sudden change. “I thought you said you didn’t want any kissing.”
“I didn’t” she nodded, slowly disassembling her armor to remove it. “I changed my mind” she smiled, dropping the plating into a corner leaving her Nora fabrics. With some swift shimmies she removed her pants and footwear, leaving her bottomless in short sleeves to saunter forward and gently push him against the opposite railing. “I think we’ll need to continue onto some more intensive stress testing before you can call this a safe place to fuck, wouldn’t you agree” she asked, pumping his cock pushing his trousers down to his ankles.
Morlund just stared dumbfounded as the Nora girl teased him, her fit body beckoning him. He couldn’t formulate a response so he just nodded along, accepting her kiss when she gave it. When he was hard again she stopped rubbing him and told him to sit down. He obeyed, sinking to the bottom of the basket planting his bare butt onto a cushion. She lowered down with him, climbing onto his lap aligning his sock with her dripping pussy. When she sank down they both sighed, their eyes meeting with hungry lust.
“We’ll want to really push this things limits right?” Aloy reiterated. “So I’ll have to be rather rough with you. Try to keep up.”
“Yes ma’am” he grinned, grabbing her hips and grinding them against him as she grabbed the basket and his shoulder to rock and bounce atop him.
Morlund was taken by surprise at how vigorous Aloy could be when she wanted to be, riding his lap harder than even he had managed. She was like a wild animal unleashed, pushing the orb’s basket to its limit. He was grateful for the cushions he brought with him. If he hadn’t been sitting on them his ass might’ve been raw to the bone by now. She rode his cock vigorously, panting heavily as her inner muscles massaging his dick practically crushing him. He was able to take her treatment like an Oseram, gripping her waist slamming her against her lap. They locked eyes, animalistic lust filled within them as they fought to make the other cum as fast as possible. Aloy climaxed first, moaning loudly arching backwards from the wave of pleasure, her spine curling so far she had to throw her hands behind her and grab Morlund’s knees to catch herself. He took the advantage to move his palms up her stomach sneaking them under her top, seeking the underside of her breasts. Aloy caught the move and decided to reward him, feeling rather hot in this clothing whipping it over her head. Morlund grabbed her boobs and squeezed them, making the girl moan again while she ground her hips against him continuing to massage his cock.
After a minute of grinding Morlund flipped their position, throwing his weight forward so her body slammed onto the floor of the basket and he was kneeling over her with his erection still lodged in her cunt. She stared up at him, daring him to fuck her, so he took her hips and pummeled her harder, her legs kicking up wildly hooked over his shoulders. It wasn’t a particularly comfortably position for the Nora but she refused to complain so long as he kept driving his dick into her. Her red hair stuck to her face as she threw her head back, grunting and moaning through gritted teeth as he thrust his cock deeper and harder than before, so hard it felt like her insides were turning to butter. When she came she shuddered from the stimulation, her toes curling, yet Morlund continued to fuck her through the climax triggering a secondary orgasm that made it difficult to breathe. She clawed at the basket, her outfit and armor scattered around her along with the thin blanket beneath her, awkwardly maneuvering and twisting her body so she could push Morlund out of her with her foot.
She didn’t use the safe word because she didn’t want to indicate she wanted to stop, merely change position. Climbing back up she pulled Morlund down onto the floor and climbed back on top, turning her back to him before sliding her pussy over her erection, sighing as he once more slid into her sensitive opening. Riding him reverse cowgirl she bounced on his lap, her palms pressed against his stomach and knees bent to maximum control. That was until Morlund grabbed her wrists and yanked them out from under her, watching her fall against his chest where he wrapped his arms tightly around her to thrust his hips upwards and ram into her faster. With her arms pinned she reluctantly submitted to his pounding, closing her eyes leaning against his shoulder panting, her boobs swaying back and forth. One of his hands groped them roughly, playing with her nipple making her scream before it wrapped around her throat as if to squeeze it. She opened her eyes and looked at him, but instead he took her jaw and tilted her head back so he could nuzzle her neck, his teeth grazing her flesh. She got so turned on her orgasm closed in fast, her walls crushing him as she released a strangled moan. She managed to pull one of her arms free and reached between her legs to grapple for his balls squeezing them. That was enough to tip him over the edge and ejaculated into her, their orgasms coinciding to trigger a powerful release that left both Nora and Oseram exhausted.
“Fireworks” Aloy muttered, her pussy aching from overuse as Morlund’s cock slipped out of her dripping cunt deflated.
“Fireworks” Morlund acknowledged, sluggishly pulling out of her collapsing onto the floor with her on top of him.
***
A couple of hours later the two of them where sitting side by side wrapped in the blanket passing a canteen between them. It had proven to be a good idea of Morlund’s to bring a drink onto the ride with them, the vigorous sex leaving them dehydrated. He took a long gulp from the drink before passing it to Aloy, who had the blanket wrapped around her torso beneath the armpits hiding her nakedness. She accepted it silently, slightly embarrassed by how out of control she became. “I think we’ll need to make the basket bigger” Morlund projected, looking at the cramped space they had dealt with. “Clients would need more space. Would also need to look into adding more compartments for armor, clothing, free up room.”
Aloy nodded, glancing at her arm our which she’d accidentally rolled on top of making the ride more uncomfortable. Nothing was damaged though so there was that. She passed the drink back to him taking an awkward breath. “What happened here…”
“One time thing, I remember” he nodded, smiling at Aloy’s embarrassed and apologetic expression. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about it. As much as I’d love to hear Stemmur immortalize our time together in a sonnet, I’m happy to rely on the memory” he laughed. He looked at her closely, as if burning the image of her right now to his brain, maybe even recalling the glimpses of her naked body to fantasies about for all eternity. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, her cheeks turning rosy red. “It was a brilliant test flight” he said bashfully. “One I’ll never forget.”
“Yeah, for me too” she smiled, breaking on of her rules to lean over and kiss his cheek.
He held up the canteen in his hands. “To Morlund and Aloy, founders of the Mile High club.”
“And then many members to come?” She asked with a chuckle.
“Here’s to hoping” he nodded.
She climbed to her feet, keeping the blanket tightly around her as she walked to the rail and looked over the horizon. The sun and begun to rise over the mountains as Dawn broke across the sky, illuminating the dark desert below. She watched the sun rise as Morlund joined her, putting his arms around her waist kissing her shoulder affectionately. “You’re right, the view just look better after sex” she said with a warm smile.
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