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."

gruffly as he

hands

slides them to the bottom of my shirt before grabbing

shirt a sharp yank as

aside as my bra is tugged

is torn

stomach

nipples as

He murmurs, and releases me from

panties,

craves his

pulls them down my legs, taking my panties

shoes follow, leaving me bare

them and placing the soles of my feet flat

legs apart as far as they will go, and then presses down on the inside of

at how utterly exposed

gaze on my body, and it

my folds, drinking

ashamed of your body.Don't ever hide your body from me.I want to see you.All

comfort me, and make me feel more confident of my position and less nervous of his focused

can see your sweet pussy is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of his mouth turn up as he looks me in the

me to touch

nod my head

me more than I have ever

you cum, little mouse, many, many

God I want that.

need

he had forgotten

Issac's hand swings up and spanks me between

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

your legs move at all, I will add another

along my folds, before

close my eyes, but am

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

continue to count until I

to spread my lips

smack comes down directly on top

at

"Ten."

give my final count as Isaac

fingers are pressing hard against

the table, and my

Issac's fingers are magic.

tantalizing feeling spreads around

with the rhythm

is

sense this, as the pace of

presses firmer against me and pleasure shoots out of

closer and closer to

their

to shove my

"Keep.Them.Open."

between my legs as I

rubs faster, harder, stretching out my

shakes and withers

"Issac."

body trembles

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

"Please."

know what I arn begging for, but the sensation of

mouse, you can

comfort

his fingers, angling them upwards and causing a loud shriek to leave my

and my hips begin to rotate in time with his

down my

hands have an iron grip

lets go of my legs and puts his body

up my stomach and cups my breast, massaging it firmly and running his thumb across

them while his hand inside my core moves

and my

back as my

just as my orgasm is about to hit,

open, as my pleasure

a strangled cry of

aches to be

runs his fingers lightly over my swollen sex, coating them

fingers in

back in

"Please."

word was all I could manage in my current

he slides his

wicked grin

beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour

to beg, so I

pull out and slam

reach a speed I never could of

"Good girl"

pleasure is kicked

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