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

hands against my

the bottom of my shirt before grabbing

a sharp yank as he tears the

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

too is torn to

slid up my stomach and cup

as I arch my

murmurs, and releases me from his

in my panties, and

craves his

and pulls them down my legs, taking my

shoes follow, leaving

my legs at the knee, bending them and placing the soles of my feet flat on

then presses down on the inside of my knee to get

at how utterly exposed my body is to

can feel his gaze on my body, and it lingers between

across my folds,

ever hide your body from me.I

more confident of my position and less nervous of his focused

little mouse.’ The corners of

me

quickly nod

him to touch me more than I have ever

make you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

first, you need to be

had

Issac's hand swings up and spanks me between my

contact, which does not seem to please Issac.He

legs move at all, I will add

my folds, before

eyes, but am careful to not

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

continue to count

to spread my

smack comes down directly on top of

squeal at

"Ten."

count as Isaac

are pressing hard against my clit, circling

edge of the table,

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around

hips begin to rotate with the rhythm of his

is building

as the pace of

me and pleasure shoots out of my

is building closer

their own, but

free hand to shove my legs back apart and hold

"Keep.Them.Open."

shoots out between my legs as I

rubs faster, harder, stretching out my

body shakes and withers beneath his talented

"Issac."

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

haven't slowed down, rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and two other

"Please."

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

mouse, you

are little comfort to

angling them upwards and causing a

and my hips begin to rotate in time with

rolls down my

curled and my hands have an iron grip on

lets go of my legs and puts his body in place to

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

hand inside my core moves faster

legs tremble and

back as my pleasure begins to consume

about to hit, Issac's fingers pull out

eyes snap back open, as my pleasure

strangled cry

core aches to be touched, to be

over my swollen sex, coating them in my

pops his fingers in his mouth, sucking them

goes back in for seconds

"Please."

I could manage

he slides his

wicked

you will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please

wants me to beg, so I

out and slam back in, brutality

reach a speed

"Good girl"

says as my pleasure is

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