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

bottom of my shirt before grabbing

a sharp yank as he tears

scraps are tossed aside as my bra is tugged

is torn

hands slid up my stomach and cup my breasts, massaging

my hardened nipples as I arch my

He murmurs, and releases me from his

panties, and I

body craves his

pulls them down my legs, taking my panties

shoes follow, leaving

them and placing the soles of my feet flat on the

then presses down on the inside of my knee

with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body is to

on my body, and it lingers

across my

hide your body from

me feel more confident of my

The corners of his mouth turn up as he looks me in

me

nod my

to touch me more than

to make you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

first, you need

hoping he had forgotten about that

warning, Issac's hand swings up

which does not seem to please Issac.He

move at all,

along my

am careful to

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count until I

before using his fingers to spread my lips apart, exposing

directly on top of my

a squeal at the

"Ten."

give my final count as Isaac moves his fingers

fingers are pressing hard against my clit, circling

squeeze the edge of the table, and my toes curl

Issac's fingers are magic.

spreads

rotate with

is building

as the

against me and pleasure shoots out of my core and

closer and

to close on their own, but they

my legs

"Keep.Them.Open."

shoots out between my legs as

harder, stretching out my

and withers beneath his

"Issac."

out his name as my body trembles from the after

the job,

"Please."

I arn begging for, but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm is

you can handle

little comfort to me at the

fingers, angling them upwards and causing

hips begin to rotate in time with his

rolls down my body

and my hands have an iron

puts his

hand slides up my stomach and cups my breast, massaging it firmly and

hand inside my core

tremble and my orgasm quickly

head back as my

as my orgasm is about to hit, Issac's fingers pull

open,

out a strangled cry of disappointed at my unsatisfied

to be touched, to be

my swollen

his fingers in his mouth, sucking them

back in for seconds

"Please."

breathy word was all I could manage in

my pussy as he slides his fingers back inside,

a wicked

you will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The

to beg,

suddenly pull out and slam back

a speed I never

"Good girl"

my pleasure

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