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

presses his hands against

the bottom of my shirt before

a sharp yank as he

is tugged

too is torn to

up my stomach and cup

hardened nipples as

He murmurs, and releases me from his delicious hold on my

panties, and I know he

body craves his

my leggings and pulls them down my legs,

follow, leaving

legs at the knee, bending them and placing the

go, and then presses down on the

flush with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed

his gaze on my

roaming across my

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

feel more confident of my position and less nervous of

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

me to touch

nod my head

to touch me more than I have ever wanted

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

God I want that.

first, you need to

hoping he had forgotten

warning, Issac's hand swings up

the contact, which does not seem to please Issac.He shoves my legs back apart

at all, I will add

my folds, before

out and close my eyes, but am careful to not

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

I continue to count until I

spread my

smack comes down directly on top of my

squeal at the sharp

"Ten."

my final count as Isaac moves his fingers around

hard against my

edge of the table,

Issac's fingers are magic.

tantalizing feeling spreads

begin to rotate with the rhythm of his

is

sense this, as

shoots out of my core and rolls down my

building closer and closer to it's

close on their own, but they don't get

free hand to shove my legs back

"Keep.Them.Open."

pleasure shoots out between my legs as I find

rubs faster, harder,

body shakes and withers

"Issac."

out his name as my body trembles from the after

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

"Please."

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

mouse, you can

words are little comfort

curls his fingers, angling them upwards and causing a

back arches up and my hips begin to rotate in

my

my hands have an iron grip on the

legs and puts his body in place

breast, massaging it firmly

while his hand inside

tremble and

head back as my

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

eyes snap back open, as my pleasure

a strangled cry of disappointed

be touched,

my swollen sex, coating them

in his mouth, sucking

goes back in for seconds I finally

"Please."

word was all I could manage in my current

as he slides

a wicked grin on

for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of my

to beg, so

pull out and slam back in, brutality and

speed I never could of

"Good girl"

as my pleasure is kicked

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