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."

as he let's my arms

hands

to the bottom of my shirt

my shirt a sharp yank as he tears the fabric

bra is tugged of and thrown

is

my stomach

nipples as I arch my

and releases me from his delicious hold on my

feel the dampness in my panties, and I know he can smell

craves his

and pulls them down my legs, taking

leaving me bare

bending them and placing the

will go, and then presses down

embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body

feel his gaze on my

roaming across my folds, drinking me

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

more confident of my position and less nervous of

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

really want me to touch

nod

me more than I have ever wanted anything

make you cum,

God I want that.

first, you need

had forgotten about that little

Issac's hand swings up and

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

move at all, I will add another

my folds,

out and close my eyes, but am careful to not move my

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count

using his fingers to spread my

down directly

squeal at

"Ten."

count as Isaac moves his

hard

table, and my toes

Issac's fingers are magic.

tantalizing feeling spreads around my

begin to rotate with the rhythm of

is building

to sense this, as the pace of his

and pleasure shoots out

building closer and closer to

begin to close on their own,

my legs

"Keep.Them.Open."

out between my legs as I find

faster, harder, stretching out

and withers beneath

"Issac."

his name as my body trembles

the job, and two other digits have slid

"Please."

arn begging for, but the sensation of

you

comfort to

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

and my hips begin to rotate in time

rolls down my

and my hands have an iron grip on

of my legs and puts his body in place to

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

hand inside my core moves faster

and my orgasm

my head back as

is about

open, as my pleasure

a strangled cry of disappointed

aches to be touched, to

runs his fingers lightly over my swollen sex, coating

fingers in his

in for seconds

"Please."

I could manage in my

as he slides his fingers back inside,

wicked

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 reacting on instinct

to beg,

pull out and slam

speed

"Good girl"

as my pleasure is

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