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."

says gruffly as he

his hands against my

them to the bottom of

my shirt a sharp yank as he

are tossed aside as my bra is

is torn

my stomach and cup my

hardened nipples as I arch my

murmurs, and releases me from his

the dampness in my panties, and I know he can

body craves

my leggings and pulls them down

leaving me bare to

carefully lifts my legs at the knee, bending them and

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

flush with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed

gaze on my body, and it

was roaming across my folds,

your body.Don't ever hide your body from me.I

and make me feel more confident of

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

want me to touch

quickly nod my head

touch me more

am going to make you

God I want that.

need

he had forgotten about

any warning, Issac's hand swings up

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

your legs move at all, I

runs his fingers along my folds,

cry out and close my eyes, but am careful

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

continue to count until I

using his fingers to spread my lips apart, exposing my

directly on

a squeal at the sharp

"Ten."

final count as Isaac moves his fingers

fingers are pressing hard against

squeeze the edge of the table, and my

Issac's fingers are magic.

tantalizing feeling spreads around

with the rhythm

pleasure is building

as the pace

and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down my

is building closer and closer to

to close on their own,

my legs

"Keep.Them.Open."

shoots out between my legs as I find my

rubs faster, harder, stretching out

shakes and withers beneath

"Issac."

his name as my body

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

"Please."

the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm is one

little mouse, you can

words are little comfort to me at the

angling them upwards and causing

and my hips begin

my

and my hands have an iron grip

go of my legs and puts his

hand slides up my stomach and cups my breast, massaging

hand inside my

tremble and

back as my pleasure begins

orgasm is about to hit, Issac's fingers pull out

open, as my pleasure

a strangled cry of disappointed at

core aches to be

lightly over my swollen sex, coating them

fingers in

goes back in

"Please."

all I could

as he slides his

has a wicked

Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour

wants me to beg, so

fingers suddenly pull out and slam back in, brutality

reach a speed I never could of

"Good girl"

my pleasure is kicked into

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