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."

as he let's my

hands

slides them to the bottom of my shirt before

gives my shirt a sharp yank as he tears the fabric in

my bra is tugged

too is torn

up my stomach and

hardened nipples as I arch

and releases me from

the dampness in my panties,

craves

my leggings and pulls them down my legs, taking my

shoes follow, leaving me bare to

the knee, bending them and placing

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

with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body

his gaze on my body,

roaming across my

ever be ashamed of your body.Don't ever hide your body

me feel more confident of my position and

is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners

you really want me

nod

touch me more than I

am going to make you cum, little mouse, many, many

God I want that.

you need

was really hoping he had

hand swings up

which does not seem to please

legs move at all, I will add

fingers along my folds, before spanking

but am careful to

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

continue to count until

spread my lips

smack comes down directly on top

squeal at the

"Ten."

Isaac moves

are pressing hard against

hands squeeze the edge of the table, and my toes curl at the

Issac's fingers are magic.

spreads around

hips begin to rotate with the rhythm of

pleasure is

seems to sense this, as the pace of his

out of my core and rolls down my

body is building closer and closer to it's

legs begin to close on their own, but they don't get

hand to shove my legs back

"Keep.Them.Open."

out between my legs as I find

faster, harder, stretching

withers

"Issac."

moan out his name as my body trembles

slowed down, rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and two

"Please."

don't know what I arn begging for, but the sensation of still

you can

are little comfort to

them upwards and causing a loud

begin to rotate in time

down my body

hands have an iron grip on the

lets go of my legs and puts his

my stomach and cups my breast, massaging

plays with them while his hand inside my core

legs tremble and my orgasm quickly

as my

is about to hit,

snap back open, as

strangled cry

aches to be

runs his fingers lightly over my swollen sex, coating

pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking

back in for seconds I finally

"Please."

all I could manage in my

fingers gently rub my pussy as he slides his fingers back

has a wicked

Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of

me to beg,

out and slam back

speed I never could

"Good girl"

my pleasure is kicked

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