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

presses his hands against my

them to the bottom of

gives my shirt a sharp yank as he tears the

my bra is tugged of and thrown somewhere across

too is torn

stomach and cup my breasts, massaging

nipples as I arch

me

my panties, and I know he can smell

craves

my leggings and pulls them down my legs,

follow, leaving me

lifts my legs at the knee, bending them and placing the soles of

will go, and then presses down on the

cheeks flush with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body

on my body, and it lingers between my

roaming across my folds, drinking

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

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

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

really want me to touch

nod my head

touch me more than I have ever wanted anything

going to make you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

you need to

really hoping he had

up

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

your legs move at all, I will

fingers along my folds, before spanking me

am careful to

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count until I

to spread my lips apart,

directly on top of

out a squeal at the sharp

"Ten."

final count as Isaac

fingers are pressing hard against

the edge of the table, and my toes

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads

with

is

as the

firmer against me and pleasure shoots out of my

is building closer and closer to

their own, but they don't get

uses his free hand to shove my legs back

"Keep.Them.Open."

out between my

rubs faster, harder, stretching out

shakes and withers beneath his

"Issac."

his name as my body trembles from the after shocks of my

his fingers haven't slowed down, rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and two other digits have slid inside of me, pumping

"Please."

what I arn begging for, but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm is one that

little mouse, you can handle

are little comfort

them upwards and causing a

up and my hips begin to rotate in

rolls down my body

are curled and my hands have an iron

my legs and puts his body

my stomach and cups my breast, massaging it

and plays with them while his hand inside my core moves faster

tremble and my

as my pleasure

is about

snap back open, as

a strangled cry

to be touched, to

my swollen sex, coating

fingers in his mouth, sucking them

he goes back in

"Please."

was all I

he slides his fingers

wicked grin on

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

to beg, so

and slam back in,

reach a speed I never

"Good girl"

says as my pleasure is kicked

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