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

hands

the bottom of my shirt before grabbing

sharp yank as he tears the fabric in

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

is torn to

my stomach and cup

brush over my hardened nipples as I arch my

murmurs, and releases me from his delicious hold on my

my panties, and I know he can smell

craves

pulls them down my legs, taking my panties

shoes follow, leaving me bare

knee, bending them and placing the soles of my

will go, and then

with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed

gaze on my body, and

was roaming across my folds, drinking me

hide your body from me.I want to see you.All of

me feel more confident of my

pussy is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of his mouth turn

want me to touch you that

quickly nod my head

me more than I have

going to make you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

first, you need to be

really hoping he had

hand swings up

the contact, which does not seem to please Issac.He shoves

all, I will add another

runs his fingers along my folds, before spanking

my eyes, but am careful to not move

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

to count until

spread my lips apart, exposing my clit

down directly on

out a squeal at the sharp pain and

"Ten."

as Isaac

are pressing hard against

of the table, and my toes curl at the

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around my

with the rhythm of his

pleasure is building

to sense this, as the pace of his fingers

out of

body is building closer and closer to it's

on their

hand to shove my

"Keep.Them.Open."

my legs as I find my

rubs faster, harder, stretching out

body shakes and withers

"Issac."

name as my body trembles

over the job, and two other digits have slid inside of me, pumping

"Please."

begging for, but the sensation of still being

little mouse, you can handle

little comfort to me at

his fingers, angling them upwards and causing

begin to

down my

toes are curled and my hands have an iron grip

go of my legs and puts

my breast, massaging it firmly

his hand inside

legs tremble and my orgasm

my head back as my pleasure begins

just as my orgasm is about to

back open, as my

strangled cry of disappointed

to be touched, to be

runs his fingers lightly over my swollen sex, coating them in

in his mouth, sucking them

in

"Please."

I could

gently rub my pussy as he slides his fingers

has a wicked grin on

to cum, little mouse, then you will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of

to

and slam back in, brutality

reach a speed I never could of

"Good girl"

as my pleasure

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