Stakes Claim On Her

Chapter 8: Breakfast of Champions 

Gabrielle 

Isaac places his hand against my back and guides me into the diner.

When we enter a large table it is laid out with all sorts of delicious breakfast foods.

Seeing as I'm a human, growing up my family never had enough money to afford these kinds of sweets, and these were not the kinds of foods that my work provided.

In fact, these kinds of foods were strictly prohibited.

So seeing all these things laid out before me made my heart bloom.

Issac must of known that these treats were probably something I have never eaten before, and something I would really want to try.

The small diner was completely empty, and only one table for two was Set.

Issac must have set this all up with Margret.

I can't help but detach myself from Issac and hurry over to the table, admiring all the goodies.

I hear Issac chuckle behind me, but pay it no attention.

My sole focus is on this table.

There are donuts, pancakes, French Toast, danishes, and mountains of other pasties I don't know the name of.

There is also fruit and assorted breakfast meats.

This is truly a feast fit for an Alpha.

"Thank you Issac’' I say as I turn around to face him.

"I've never had anything like this before.’’ I feel a pressure in my chest, like I want to cry.

I don't know why, it's only food, yet it's making me emotional.

It's just another hard part about being a human in a world of creatures far more powerful then yourself.

The little things, like breakfast pasties mean a lot.

Isaac walks up to me and reaches up to caress my cheek.

"Anything for you.’’ He looks at me in a way I never have been looked at before.

He looks adoringly at me, and it makes me feel whole.

He reaches behind me and hands me one of the plates.

"Take whatever you want"

With that, I turn around and pile my plate up high.

Isaac does the same, though I must say, his plate dwarfs mine.

We bring them over to a small table set up for us.

Once I am seated I begin to look around the diner.

It has a retro theme, and is really well kept.

I would love to see this place packed.

I note that Margret has vanished as I pop the first bite into my mouth, moaning at the flavor.

It's deliciously sweet and rather fruity.

I take a few more bites.

"It's all delicious."

I tell Issac, after trying a few more sweets.

"Itis.

But there is something else I would rather taste"

He has a mischievous look in his eyes.

"What?"

He has already eaten most of his plate and he grabbed a little of just about everything.

What more could he want to taste? Issac lunges across the table and lifts me up out of my seat.

I let out a sharp squeal at the sudden movement.

"Just like a mouse."

Issac comments as he quickly lays me down on a nearby table.

Issac presses firm kisses along my cheek and down my neck.

He kisses his way back up to my ear.

"It's you that I want to taste, little mouse’ I can't help either the blush that tints my cheeks, or the wetness that pools between my legs at his words.

Issac grabs my arms are places them above my head.

He holds my hands in his as he forces me to grip the back edge of the table.

"Do not let go."

he let's

hands

bottom of my shirt

gives my shirt a sharp yank as he tears the fabric

scraps are tossed aside as my bra is tugged of and thrown somewhere

is torn

slid up my stomach and

as I arch

me from his

can feel the dampness in my panties, and

body craves his

leggings and pulls them down my legs, taking my panties

leaving me bare

my legs at the knee, bending them and placing the soles of my

my legs apart as far as they will go, and then presses down on the inside of my knee to get a

slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body is to

his gaze on my body, and it lingers between

my

hide your body from me.I

confident of my position and less nervous of his

is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of his mouth turn up as he

want me

quickly nod my head

me more

am going to make you

God I want that.

need

had forgotten

up and spanks me

seem to please Issac.He shoves my legs back apart into

legs move at all,

his fingers along my folds, before

but am careful to not

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count until

to spread

down directly on top of

squeal at the

"Ten."

Isaac

hard

hands squeeze the edge of the table, and my

Issac's fingers are magic.

tantalizing feeling spreads around

to rotate with the

is

sense this, as

against me and pleasure shoots out of my core

body is building closer and closer to

to close on their

to shove my

"Keep.Them.Open."

shoots out between my legs as I

harder, stretching out my

shakes and withers beneath his

"Issac."

out his name as my body trembles from the after

his fingers haven't slowed down, rather, his thumb has taken over the job,

"Please."

what I arn begging for, but the sensation of still

you

words are little comfort to me at the

fingers, angling them upwards and causing a loud shriek to leave my

hips begin to rotate

my body

and my hands have an

legs and puts his body in place to keep

cups my breast, massaging it firmly and running his thumb across

and plays with them while his hand inside my core moves faster and more

legs tremble and my

head back as my pleasure

is about to

snap back open, as my pleasure

strangled cry of disappointed at

aches to be touched,

my swollen sex, coating

fingers in his mouth,

back in

"Please."

all I could manage

as he slides his

has a wicked grin on his

it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of my mouth, my mind reacting on instinct to his

to beg, so

and slam back

fingers reach a speed I

"Good girl"

pleasure is kicked

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