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

his hands

the bottom of my shirt before grabbing

a sharp yank as he tears

is tugged of and

too is

my stomach and

thumbs brush over my hardened nipples as I arch my chest

murmurs, and releases me from his delicious hold

can feel the dampness in my panties,

craves

down my legs, taking my panties with

follow, leaving me

bending them and placing

as they will go, and then presses

cheeks flush with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body is to

my body, and it lingers

across my

hide your

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

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

you really want me to

nod my head

him to touch me more than I have ever wanted anything

you cum, little mouse, many, many

God I want that.

you need to be

was really hoping he had

swings up and spanks me

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

legs move at all,

along 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.

I continue to count until I

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

directly

a squeal at the sharp pain and

"Ten."

Isaac moves his

fingers are pressing hard against

hands squeeze the edge of the table, and my toes curl at the

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around my

hips begin to rotate with the rhythm

pleasure is building

sense this, as the

presses firmer against me and pleasure shoots out of my core

closer and closer to it's

begin to close on their own, but they don't

my

"Keep.Them.Open."

pleasure shoots out between my legs as I

faster, harder, stretching

and withers

"Issac."

my body trembles from the

taken over the job,

"Please."

I arn begging for, but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm

mouse, you can

words are little comfort to me

angling them upwards and causing a loud shriek

up and my hips begin to

down my

hands have an iron grip on the

and puts his body

up my stomach and cups my breast, massaging it firmly and

his hand inside my

legs tremble and my orgasm

as my pleasure begins to consume

just as my orgasm is about

snap back open,

out a strangled cry of disappointed

core aches to be touched, to be

runs his fingers lightly over my swollen

fingers in

in for seconds

"Please."

breathy word was all I could manage in

my pussy as he slides his fingers

a wicked

me for it "Please Issac, please let me

to beg, so I

fingers suddenly pull out and slam back in, brutality and

a speed I

"Good girl"

my pleasure is kicked into

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