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."

says gruffly as he let's my arms

his hands against

the bottom of

sharp yank as

tossed aside as my bra is tugged of and thrown somewhere across

is torn to

up my stomach and cup my breasts, massaging

over my hardened nipples as I

me from

my panties, and I know he can smell

body craves

pulls them down my

follow, leaving me bare

them and placing the soles of my feet flat on

then

embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body

feel his gaze on my body, and

roaming across my folds, drinking

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

feel more confident of my position and less nervous of his focused

mouse.’ The corners of his mouth

me to touch

quickly nod my head

touch me more than I have ever wanted

am going to make you cum, little

God I want that.

first, you need to

hoping he had forgotten about

swings up

contact, which does not seem to

your legs move at all, I will add

runs his fingers along my folds, before

cry out and close my eyes, but am careful

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

I continue to count until I reach

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

comes down directly on

let out a squeal at the sharp pain and

"Ten."

count as Isaac moves his fingers around my

hard against

edge of the table, and my toes curl at

Issac's fingers are magic.

spreads around

begin to rotate with the rhythm of his

pleasure is

as the

me and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down

closer and closer to it's

close on their own,

shove my legs back apart and hold

"Keep.Them.Open."

between my legs as

faster, harder, stretching

body shakes and withers beneath his

"Issac."

out his name as my body trembles

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

"Please."

for, but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm

mouse, you

words are little comfort

upwards and causing a loud

hips begin to rotate in time with his

my body

my hands have an iron

my legs and puts his body

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

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

legs tremble and my

throw my head back as my pleasure begins to

is about

back open, as my pleasure

a strangled cry of disappointed at

to be

over my swollen sex, coating

pops his fingers in his

back in for seconds I finally

"Please."

word was all I could manage in my

fingers gently rub my pussy as he slides his

a wicked grin on

cum, little 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

to beg, so I

suddenly pull out and slam back in, brutality

reach a speed I never could

"Good girl"

my pleasure is kicked

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