Chapter 18: Battle of Wills
As Morgan stepped outside, the first thing that caught his attention was was the Queen's amazing, all white and chrome ride. He knew, just by the looks of it, that if she wanted to hit it, it was going to be a hard hit. It was a brand new Street Rod that was obviously built to take you to the edge. It had a new High Output Revolution X engine that would red line at approximately nine thousand rpm. It had drag style bars with bar-end mirrors, new forty-three millimeter inverted front forks and piggyback reservoir rear shocks that would allow you to shred traffic like you were starring in your own getaway scene. One twist of the throttle and she would never look back.
But, at this moment, he shouldn't be staring at the queen's ride. He needed to find Princess Carbine and put her back in her place...also know as her palace bedroom. He had heard rumors that she was actually quite fetching to look at but, that would all change once she opened her mouth and allow some nonsense to fall out of her mouth. He had a feeling about what she really needed...something to keep her mouth busy for a few minutes. She obviously had too much time on her hands to constantly run her mouth.
Looking over towards the side of the building, he noticed a set of tracks that obviously were not straight. Must be the princess. Great. Shaking his head, he made his way, quietly, around the side of the bar and saw her grabbing a crate to stand on so she could spy on everyone. It was obvious that she hadn't noticed him sneaking up on her or else she would have been really pissed. Cautiously, he placed a hand over her mouth and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her fighting form tightly against his chest. Under normal circumstances, he would really enjoy the feel of her round bottom unintentionally grinding against him but, he had a mission that he intended to fulfill.
"I'm under orders to take you back to the palace and dump you unceremoniously back in your bedroom. I'm also to make sure that you are put under lock and guard to prevent any further issues" Morgan said as he drug Carbine, half kicking and half wiggling back to his bike.
He chuckled as he mounted his bike with her protesting the whole time but, unable to get anything more than just a growling mumble through his massive hand. He was pretty sure that she was cursing him up one end and down the other. Didn't matter to him. He was getting paid either way it way.
Using his tail, he turned on his bike. His bike was a Harley Davidson Tri-Glide model. It had every feature and improvement applied to a three-wheel frame design. It had an iconic look, distinctive sound, and massive torque that made his bike instantly recognizable especially with the V-Twin engine. It was the most powerful and coolest running motor ever built. His bike also had the most unique color scheme around, it was rose gold with black and chrome detailing everywhere.
"I'm going to remove one of my hands. You had best behave yourself or we will have a brand new problem" he said as he removed his hand away from her mouth and she instantly tried to bite him. He immediately flicked her on the nose, letting her know that her ill behavior would not be tolerated.
"You bastard. Let me go!" Carbine screamed as she tried to claw and bite her way out of this stranger's strong hold. She had never felt so insulted in her entire life.
"Feisty. I like that in a female" Morgan said as he stared at Carbine, hoping to put some ice onto her fire.
"I do nothing for your pleasure sir. Now unhand me you biker ruffian. Do you have any idea of who I am?" Carbine was more than angry at being handled in such a rough way.
"Yes, I do know who you are and I don't give a damn rat's ass about that" Morgan growled, wrapping his tail firmly around her waist and taking off towards the palace. He had every intention of dropping her off in her room and heading back to to his wife for some snuggle time.
"How dare you speak to me in such a way! You're nothing more than one of those Freedom Fighter peasants who couldn't make it as a royal guard" Carbine had no problem with hurling spiteful insults at anyone whom she thought deserved it and, as far as she was concerned, he was going to be the target of her rage.
""Oh, that's where you're wrong, sweetheart. I'm more than that" he didn't need to let her know everything about himself. He had a feeling that she was more than just trouble looking for a place to happen. She had an air about her that said she was dangerous and now, upon meeting her, he could see why Throttle had no interest in the arrogant princess.
"What's that suppose to mean? I demand you answer me!" she was in no mood to be toyed with by who he was.
"I don't take orders from the likes of you. But, maybe that's your problem" he said as he continued to look over the top of her head as he made his way to the castle with an irate princess in his arms.
"What's that suppose to me? I'm a princess and I don't have problems" she swung her head to look up at him.
"Now see, that's where you're wrong. You're problem is that you seem to have too much time on your hands and you talk too damn much but..." he stalled, hoping she would be foolish enough to take the bait.
"But what?" she snarled as she refocused her thoughts by turning her head to face the front of the bike.
"Yep, as expected, you took the bait. I could easily rectify your mouth problem and give you something else to do" he said, pretty sure she would be appalled at his statement.
"Why you vile piece of trash. How dare you even insinuate such filth" she was beyond insulted that he had that much nerve to make such a repulsive statement in her presence.
"Maybe you need to question your reputation first before you assume anything" Morgan, maintaining his cool and calm disposition, continued to banter with Carbine as they pulled into the palace garage.
Turning off his bike, he forcefully hauled Carbine up off the bike and slung her over his shoulder. He felt her hands begin punching his back while her legs swung back and forth, striking his thighs with as much force as she could muster. All he did was chuckle at her vain attempts of escape, which only made her more angry.
"You foul mouthed heathen! Put me down!" Carbine shouted, her shrill voice ringing through the garage but, not a single guard came to see what all the commotion was about.
"Sure, just as soon as I get you back to your room...little girl" he couldn't resist insulting her attitude which only made her escalate her tantrum even further.
"Gentlemen. Could you please tell me where her room is so that I may deposit her royal highness back to where she belongs?" he inquired as soon as he entered the palace with a flush-faced princess pounding his back as hard as she could but, to no avail. He maintained a firm hold on her even though she was quite a wiggle-worm.
"Her room is located on the second floor. As soon as you get to the top of the stairs, her room is on the right" one of the older guards said, trying extremely hard not to laugh at Carbine's predicament as Morgan followed his directions.
"Welp, here's your room, sweetheart" he said, laughing as he opened her door and tossed her, none to politely, onto her unmade bed.
"Don't you dare call me that!" she screamed as she just stared at him, her lower lip slighted pouted as angry tears formed and her hands balled up into fists within the rumbled blankets.
"HA! You still don't get it, do you? You think because you're a princess that you can do or say whatever the hell you want and not have any repercussions. That's something you're going to have to work on...sweetheart" on that last word, he swiftly closed and locked her door. He heard her get up, try to open the door, and once she found it locked, pounded her fists and kicked at it, all the while she was shouting at him to release her.
"She doesn't go anywhere until her majesty, Queen Melisande, says otherwise" he liked being able to relay orders.
"Trust us. That won't be a problem" the two guards nodded their heads in unison as they gave each other a fist bump and laughed at Carbine's situation.
"Well, time for me to go take care of my wife" he mumbled to himself as he thought about how sexy Harley looked this evening with her red bandage style dress. Its was sleeveless with a mock neck, high polish metal accent, back zipper closure, and finished off with a curve hugging fit. She practically had to tape the front of the dress into position so her breasts wouldn't fall out of the keyhole cutout that went from just below the neck line to right at her navel.
He quickly made his way back to the bar and saw Harley standing on the front porch, near the entrance with her arms crossed her her chest and a large smile on her face.
"You should be inside, gorgeous. Don't want you to catch a cold" he said as he watched Harley carefully descend down the partially snowy steps.
"So, you get rid of the spy?" she murmured as she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face into his fur covered chest.
"Yup and had fun irritating her the whole way. She's a screamer" he laughed as he buried his nose into her long golden blond curls, inhaling her feminine scent as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"You know who else is a screamer?" her voice was very deep and husky as she deliberately rubbed her chest against his.
"I don't know, love, who?" he loved teasing his lovely wife with guessing games. He allowed his hands to flow down the length of her curvy figure. He had never known anyone more beautiful or anyone whose courage inspired a greater strength within him or anyone who tried his imagination more than she did.
"Me" she barely breathed out the words as she mounted the bike facing him. Her legs rested on the top on his as her arms twined around his neck.
"You know, there's actually a party going on at home that we really need to attend to" he chuckled as he revved up his bike and made their way quickly back home. As soon as they got home, he carried her into the house and locked the door. Their clothes were tossed onto the floor without a second thought.
Slowly, he admired the gentle curves of her body, while images of how she looked naked filled his mind. He fiercely took Harley into his arms. Her breasts pushed against him, driving him quietly crazy. He laid her beneath him on the downy softness of their faux bear skin rug in front of the fireplace.
He became instantly ready for her, too, but, he realized that such things meant little to him at this moment. He wasn't certain when it happened but, his own needs had become secondary to hers. She was all that mattered. He wanted her to know his love; he wanted her to savor it, to believe in him, never to doubt the depths of his feelings for her.
She responded to him, too, he noted. She touched him, the action of her fingertips sending shivers up and down his body. Her lips nibbled at him, raining kisses over him, onto his neck, chest, on downward toward his stomach. He sucked in his breath. By the Gods, he didn't know if he could endure such pleasant torture.
She moved further down his body.
He wasn't left long to ponder her motives. Imitating things he had done to her, she reversed their positions until he lay beneath her. Mischievously, she sent sent him a quick smile before she bent to him, taking the whole of his swollen stiffness into the soft recesses of her mouth.
Instantly the warm moisture of her mouth filled every part of his body, and though he stoically tried to keep his reaction to a minimum, he could barely hold back the sound of a moan, which escaped him unheeded. He shut his eyes that he might cherish the pleasure of it, of her more thoroughly, but it was useless. Dizzying sensations overwhelmed him.
She ran her tongue over his swollen flesh and the movement sent a tingling clear down to the arches of his feet. A frenzied excitement began to ache within him and a fire flicked to sudden life. How he yearned to return the gesture to her. The thought of how he would love her filled his consciousness until it became almost impossible to hold himself motionless. At last, he could stand it no longer and he reversed their positions, placing her so that she now lay beneath him once again.
He brought his hands up to roam over her breasts while he arranged himself between her legs, her femininity at last revealed to him.
He bent to her, his tongue discovering her, as she had recently done to him. How he loved her. Joy burst within him as her gentle whimpers, her soft, high-pitched moans, reached his ears, its effect almost pitching him over the edge of his reserve.
But, he held himself back. While her sweetened reaction was so very good, he still desired more. He yearned for her, for who, and what she was. He needed to be the one with her, to feel the warmth of her, the essence of her being, entwined with him.
She jerked and he could feel her body tripping on the edge of the precipice where he had taken her. He hurried her on toward it, his actions giving her wings to soar, while he in turn, savored the exotic taste of her.
He couldn't remember ever being so stimulated by a woman and he knew in his heart that it was love, pure and simple, that gave such intensity to their pleasure. This was no mere sex act. What he felt, what she felt, came from the heart, from the joining of two people together, to share each others lives forever.
He let her linger in the misty ecstasy of her pleasure for a while longer before he came up onto his forearms over her, the warmth of his gaze touching her everywhere.
"I love you" he said.
"I have always loved you" she replied.
His stomach tightened to hear her say it, and with no more than a quick glance downward, he joined his body with hers.
He smiled as she opened to him, the softness of her flesh welcoming him as though he was returning home. His pleasure increased, if that were possible, and he began to movw within her. As though mesmerized, they stared into one another's eyes, tender smiles passing from one to the other.
He couldn't remember when he had felt more jubilant, so free. The warmth of her, the raw sweetness of her nature, reached out to him, encompassing and cradling him, taking what he had to give her and giving him what he needed most.
On and on toward a finite conclusion they struggled, their eyes locked lovingly with one another.
It was beautiful, wonderful, and incredible. Never had they felt such a oneness with another person, and as they climbed toward the finale, they knew in an instant that they understood each other -pure, simple, and understanding.
And, as his seed spilled within her, they thought again of how much they loved one another.
"You are amazing, my love" he said as he rolled off of her and onto his back, pulling her close to him.
"So are you, darling" she said, finding comfort in his embrace.
"I don't think our lives could be any more complete" he said, gazing over at his wife, her hair and fur coated in sweat.
"Are you sure about that?" she sounded mischievous as she looked up at him with a know-it-all smile.
"Huh? What do you mean?" he inquired.
"Well, do you notice anything different?" she felt giddy as she placed a hand over her stomach, hoping he would take the hint.
"Now, you know the male species, in general, are completely clueless" he laughed but, made not of her hand position. No way! Is she? He looked her over one last time before it dawned on him.
"Are you...?" he asked.
"I found out this morning" she smiled as she looked at his handsome, smiling face.
"We're going to need a bigger place" he laughed as he pulled her tightly to him and her giggles followed soon after.
I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. If anyone has any questions, comments, concerns, or things that you would like to see feature in the upcoming chapters please feel free to let know. CYBER HUGS to everyone.