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

presses his hands against my

them to the bottom

gives my shirt a sharp yank as he tears the

as my bra is tugged of and

too is

up my stomach

hardened nipples as

murmurs, and releases me from his delicious hold on my

panties,

craves

them down

leaving me bare to

lifts my legs at the knee, bending them and placing the soles of my feet flat on the

will go, and then

embarrassment at how utterly

can feel his gaze on my body, and it

roaming across my folds, drinking me

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

comfort me, and make me feel more confident of

The corners of

me to touch

quickly nod my head

touch me more than I have ever

going to make you cum, little

God I want that.

first, you need to

had forgotten about

any warning, Issac's hand swings up

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

move at all, I will add

fingers along my folds, before spanking

am

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count until

fingers to spread

down directly on top

a squeal at

"Ten."

count as Isaac moves his fingers around my

are pressing hard against my clit,

of the table, and

Issac's fingers are magic.

tantalizing feeling spreads around my

begin to rotate with the rhythm of

pleasure is

to sense this, as the pace

presses firmer against me and pleasure shoots out of my core and

is building closer and closer to it's

their own, but they don't

his free hand to shove my legs back apart and hold

"Keep.Them.Open."

shoots out between my legs as I

rubs faster, harder,

shakes and withers beneath his talented

"Issac."

my body trembles from the after shocks

rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and two other digits have slid inside

"Please."

the sensation of still being

you can

are little comfort to me at the

fingers, angling them upwards and causing a

back arches up and my hips begin

down my

and my hands have an iron

legs and puts his body in place to keep them

stomach and cups my breast, massaging it firmly and running

them while his hand inside my core

legs tremble and my

throw my head back as my pleasure

as my orgasm is about to

snap back open, as my

a strangled cry of disappointed at my unsatisfied

to be

my swollen

his fingers in his mouth,

he goes back in for seconds I

"Please."

all I could manage in

he slides his fingers back

a wicked grin

to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour

to

pull out and

speed I never could of

"Good girl"

says as my pleasure

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