Massage Therapy.
If you want more you're gonna have to say so. I don't plan on making more but if it's wanted I will. Yet again this story is written for leisure purposes only so please do not write saying that it has no story line. That is the point. You want a storyline find a book! But please don't come running to me if it's not what you want. If you want a story concerning Fang doing something or you have something you want me to write about please feel free. As well as if you want more from this story.
Disclaimer: Do not own Maximum Ride.
We just flew all the way across the Mississippi River and now we were exhausted. I slumped backwards into the dirt and let out a groan of relief when my head hit the soft dust. I rolled onto my side and stretched out a black wing feeling the many muscles ache in a cacophony of agony. Another pained sigh escaped my lips. The pain! It was tremendous. I reached up with my left hand to massage one of the many aches among the dark feathers. A sigh breathed it's way out of my mouth as my hands moved over the aches one by one eliminating each point with the tips of my fingers.
My hands kept moving long after the aches had subsided. A feeling of immense pleasure surging through my wings into my body. I rolled again and stretched out my right wing and began the massage a second time. The aches disappearing just as quick if not quicker than the left. My mind wandered through several pleasurable thoughts. Max. A third groan escaped my lips.
My fingers pressed deep into the muscles eliminating all aches and pains and sifting through the soft feathers. My hand ran over a soft spot on my wings and a shiver ran through my entire body. The sensation hit nerve endings in my entire body. A pleasurable sensation around my groin area told me I had a boner. Now I'm surprised.
A hand slowly crept away from my wings and towards my groin. Though.. I soon realized it might not be the place nor time to be doing such.. explicit things..
I pulled my self onto both feet and sauntered over to pester Max about finding a hotel 'cause I was buggered. Not to mention another reason that was nagging behind my boxers.
We started flying again in the general direction of St Louis to find a nice comfy cheap hotel with a freaking bed!
The ache inside my pants worsened and a groan escaped my lips involuntarily.
"You right Fang?" Max yelled back. She swiveled herself round to look at me and my stupid f***** up mind imagined that gorgeous body dancing around naked in front of me. My mouth watered and my hands reached up toward her chest.
She swatted my hands away and growled angrily turning her back on me.
We made it to the hotel and I flopped straight down onto a bed pants around my ankles and a hand wrapped firmly around myself.