The Mile High Club

On the ocean’s surface, not far from the Westfall coast, a boat bobbed in the water. It was a small, wooden, flat-bottomed boat, propelled only by the oars on either side of it. This was one of those boats designed for two people, perhaps three depending on races, to go out on fresh water and fish for a few hours. This was the ocean, of course, and though it was a relatively calm day, it was still bobbing and shifting uncomfortably. The anchor nearly hadn’t even reached to the bottom; it had been a bad idea to bring it out here, as the two occupants were learning.

Sitting in the boat, facing each other, were two humans, a man and a woman. The man was moderate height, moderate build, moderate, well, everything. His hair was a brown-ish color, and cut (you guessed it) a moderately short length. He seemed fairly unremarkable.

The woman sitting across from him was, like him, relatively young, probably in her mid-twenties. She was not, however, precisely as plain as him. She was a little pale, and had a body that drew some looks. Her hair was auburn, and pulled into a very practical ponytail. The shirt she wore was unbuttoned to show just a little bit of cleavage, a teasing look at her average-sized, but well-formed breasts; they had perfect symmetry, and were rounded nicely, and as a result they tended to draw the eye.

In short, she was probably just a step out of his league, physically.

The boat rocked. The man gripped the side.

“Ariena, you’re sure it’s okay for you to be out here with me? What about your gryphons?”
“Dungar,” the woman replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, “I’m certain of it. I had someone fill in for me back in Lakeshire. I trust you did the same for your post?”
“Yeah, yeah, they’re keeping someone on the gryphons.” He sighed, and looked out onto the water. “I’m sorry I dropped the lunch. Really, I-“
She set a hand on his knee. “It’s okay, Dungar. Everybody makes mistakes.” She smiled as warmly as possible at him. The boat rocked again.

She liked Dungar, she really did. He was reliable, and kind, and sweet – he had organized what could have been a very nice afternoon on a beautiful ocean, complete with lunch and maybe a bit of relaxation time on the beach at sunset. They’d been out there for two hours, and things hadn’t gone quite as planned. First, there was the shoddy boat, which was all he could afford on his gryphon master’s salary. Then he had dropped the food in the water when there was a nasty little wave, and now he was so embarrassed by the whole thing that he was having trouble holding a conversation. Still, he had put so much effort into the whole thing. He was charming and, in normal circumstances, a very confident man, but he was also very unlucky.

The wooden heap they were calling a boat shook violently, nearly causing them both to lose their balance.

“There wasn’t a wave with that one,” Ariena said, gripping the wood tightly.
“I know,” he replied, turning around quickly. He looked around, panicked, searching for the source of the problem.

The rope connecting the boat to the anchor went tight, and the stern was forced almost into the water itself.

“Something’s on the damned anchor!” he called back over his shoulder. As he watched, a grimy, slippery yellow hand emerged from beneath the surface, hauling itself up on the anchor line.

Dungar reached down below his seat, his hand blindly groping for something. His fingertips found the handle of a small knife, and he grabbed it, quickly bring it up and down onto the hand of the Murloc. There was a shrill gurgling noise from the water, and the hand went back. The boat shook again, hard. He hesitated for a moment, and then leaned over, sawing through the anchor’s rope. The stern bounced upwards. Dungar had already turned back ‘round and grabbed hold of the oars, and set to work rowing towards the shore as fast as possible. He swore under his breath.

Ariena was holding on, watching the show with wide eyes. She peered back over her shoulder to see the beach rapidly approaching. It was impressive what a man like him could accomplish with the right catalyst and a lot of adrenaline.

After a few minutes, and little more trouble with the Murlocs, the ship crashed ashore, their progress helped by a lucky wave. Dungar let go of the oars and crossed his arms in his lap as he leaned over, gasping for breath.

He looked up. Ariena was looking down at him.

“Suppose I’ll just take you home, then,” he said.

They left the boat on the shore and began walking up the coast a short ways. A large gryphon was resting peacefully on the sand, waiting for them.

“Y’know, Ariena, this whole thing, it didn’t go the way I wanted it to at all.”
“I know, Dungar. It was a sweet idea, though. Thank you all the same.”
“I just figure – oh, after you,” he said, gesturing for her to get on the back of the gryphon. She climbed on, and he got on after her, sitting close behind her. They both produced goggles typical of gryphon masters from their pockets and slipped them on. “I just figure you deserve better, you know?” he went on, holding the reins of the creature in front of her. It was standing up, shaking the sand out of its fur and feathers as they spoke.
“I know, I know. It’s very nice of you to think of me.” She smiled at him again. It was sincere. She was aware that it sounded like typical ‘I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but…’ type speech coming out of her, but she meant it.

The gryphon spread its wings and took off towards Lakeshire with the passengers on its back. It soared over Westfall, gliding for the most part but occasionally flapping its wings to stay airborne. This would probably be a long trip back.

Dungar was looking over her shoulder, concentrating on keeping the flight smooth. He had, after all, already screwed up enough, the least he could do is make sure they survive.

Ariena shifted in place. Her back was rubbed up against his. He didn’t think much of the gesture, of her warm body all down the length of his body, except that he tilted his hips back slightly, to prevent her from feeling the beginnings of a bulge in his pants. This was normal. He had to deal with attractive female passengers being pressed up against him all the time, and every time he had to do this to keep from offending them.

Suddenly, she began to move. Ariena inched her way forward, ending up a few feet away from Dungar, and very carefully, maneuvered herself so that she faced the opposite direction, towards the man. He stared at her quizzically. She grinned and lay belly-down on the gryphon’s back, using her feet and one hand to keep from falling off the creature. Meanwhile, he stared down in horror at her as she performed this delicate balancing act, all too aware of the ground passing by so far below them.

Ariena ended up with her face right in Dungar’s lap. She reached out with her free hand and began to fiddle with the buttons of his pants. One by one, she released them, and then proceeded to peel down his undergarments. She managed to get them down just far enough to reveal his cock. It was swelling, albeit slowly; she guessed that this was because he was still concentrating on keeping them airborne.

Grabbing hold of his member, she angled it towards her mouth, and leaned in to trap the head gingerly between her lips. Then, forcing herself not to think too much about the fall that awaited her if she lost her balance, she moved her hand to the furry body below her. Now she was left with only her mouth on him.

“What the hell are you thinking?!” he cried. His voice was mostly lost to the wind. She understood the sentiment, however, and promptly ignored it.

She moved her head, taking in a little more of him. Her tongue teased the tiny slit in his cock for a moment, and she felt him shudder, but regain his bearings. Ariena purred, sending little vibrations through his body, and gradually began to work her way down his length, taking his cock into her mouth bit by bit. The sensation of cold wind on his shaft was replaced by a warm, moist feeling, which soon encompassed almost his entire length. Dungar could feel the tip of his head touching the soft spot in the back of her throat for a moment, and groaned softly, a sound absorbed instantly by the passing wind.

He tried to concentrate, and keep the gryphon from doing anything silly. They were still flying high over Westfall, and as the river separating it from the dark forest of Duskwood came into sight, the head in his lap began to bob. Ariena clutched the sides of their mount tightly as she worked. Her neck moved rhythmically, gliding her lips over the increasingly stiff manhood. Her eyes were shut tight, but it was easy to feel the thing being nursed to life betwixt her lips.

Satisfied, she pulled back, and looked up at Dungar. He glanced down at her. His eyes were open wide, as if he couldn’t believe she could be doing something so insane. She grinned and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the beast. It was a difficult maneuver, but she was an expert, and managed to stay on as she undid the fastenings of her pants and kicked them down to her ankles. Somehow, she got them off and into her hand, where she clutched them tightly to keep them from being taken off by the wind.

Ariena lay on her back before him, and brought her legs up, wrapping them around his waist. She did her best to hold on to the gryphon as well, and moved so that his cock was near her moistened entrance.

Shaking his head, Dungar held the reins in one hand and guided himself into her with the other. He tried to keep his eyes off of her, to keep them on course, while at the same time sliding himself through her tight pussy. It wasn’t much, but he managed to bury himself in her folds, enveloping part of his shaft in her hot depths. He started to thrust as best he could. It felt incredible. He had to admit that there was a certain thrill about it, pumping his cock through this squeezing, wet opening while still keeping the gryphon flying high over the forest.

He glanced down again. Ariena’s head was thrown back, her eyes clearly shut under her goggles, and her mouth was moving, although he couldn’t hear a word she said. She was gripping the fur with one hand while enthusiastically gripping her breast with the other, kneading and groping it through her shirt.

Dungar had stopped paying attention, and made a motion with the reins. The gryphon banked, nearly throwing Ariena off the side. He quickly regained control, no longer thrusting, and the girl threw herself upwards. She was suddenly sitting up, her arms wrapped around him, and her head resting on his shoulder. Now she was rolling her hips, working him while he tried to get them back on course. Her lips were close enough to his ear that he could hear her soft coos, and could identify that they were getting louder.

And louder.

And her grip was tightening everywhere. Clinging to him with both legs and arms, she was nearly able to squeeze the breath out of him. Her walls were contracting around his shaft, and the coos had become something damn close to a scream, which was still mostly absorbed by the air. Her hands tore his shirt slightly, a fact she did not seem aware of in the height of orgasm.

Soon, she was simply cooing again, and still rolling her hips against him.

“Ngh,” he said, signaling the approach of his climax. He tried to break her grip and pull out of her.
“No!” she called into his ear. “In me!”

Redridge was fast approaching. The gryphon flapped its wings once and held them outstretched, gliding towards the massive lake. Dungar shut his eyes and tried to keep them steady, an enormous effort in the circumstances. His seed was gushing out, and Ariena did not seem prepared to stop while he was still cumming.

He opened his eyes. It was over. She was still clinging to him, and still holding her pants. She was watching over her shoulder, and pointed at a small clearing in the woods up ahead.

Dungar brought the bird in, expertly directing it to the clearing. It swooped in, circling around the trees, and landed smoothly on the ground before laying down to let them off.

Ariena let go of him, and slid off the gryphon. She clumsily donned her pants as he turned to let his legs hang off of one side, buttoning himself up.

A minute later, they were both sitting comfortably with their backs against the gryphon, looking out amongst the trees. There wasn’t a word between them. They had a nearly unimpeded view of what was beyond the edge of this patch of forest: the deep, blue calm of the lake, with the sun setting behind it.