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 my arms

hands against my

slides them to the bottom

a sharp yank as he

bra is tugged

is torn

stomach and cup my

thumbs brush over my hardened nipples as I arch my chest further

murmurs, and releases me

dampness in my panties, and

body craves his

down my legs, taking

follow, leaving

them and placing the soles of

apart as far as they will go, and then presses down on the inside of

at how utterly exposed

on my body, and it lingers

was roaming across my folds, drinking me

ashamed of your body.Don't ever hide your body from me.I want to see

me feel more confident of

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

really want me to touch you that

nod my head

to touch me more than I have ever

you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

you need to be

really hoping he had forgotten about

Issac's hand swings up and spanks me between my

does not seem to please Issac.He shoves my legs back apart into their original

legs move at all, I

my folds, before spanking me

my eyes, but am careful to not move

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

to count until I reach

pauses, before using his fingers to spread my lips apart, exposing

down directly on

at

"Ten."

count as Isaac moves

are pressing hard

the edge of the table, and my toes curl at

Issac's fingers are magic.

spreads around my

begin to rotate with the rhythm of

pleasure is building

this, as the pace of his fingers

shoots out of my

is building closer and closer

their own, but they don't get

hand to shove my legs back apart

"Keep.Them.Open."

pleasure shoots out between my legs as I find

faster, harder,

body shakes and withers beneath his

"Issac."

out his name as my body

over the job, and two other digits have slid inside

"Please."

what I arn begging for, but the sensation of still

you can handle

words are little comfort to me at the

them upwards and causing a loud shriek to

up and my hips begin to rotate in

down my body in

curled and my hands have an iron grip on

of my legs and puts his body

up my stomach and cups my breast, massaging it firmly and running his

them while his hand inside

and my

my head back as my pleasure begins to consume

my orgasm is about to hit,

back open, as my pleasure

strangled cry of

core aches to be touched, to be

over my swollen

fingers in his mouth, sucking them

back in

"Please."

I

as he slides his fingers back inside, pumping

has a wicked

mouse, then you will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of my mouth, my mind reacting on

me to beg,

pull out and slam

reach a speed I never could

"Good girl"

my pleasure

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