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 let's

hands against

the bottom of

yank as he tears the fabric in

aside as my bra is

too is torn

my stomach and

as

murmurs, and releases me from his delicious hold on

panties, and I know

body craves

leggings and pulls them down my legs, taking my

shoes follow, leaving me

knee, bending them and placing the soles of my feet

apart as far as they will go, and then

flush with slight embarrassment at how

my body, and it lingers

was roaming across my folds, drinking me

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

me feel more confident of my position and less

mouse.’ The corners of his mouth turn up as he looks me

want me to

nod

to touch me more than I have ever wanted anything

am going to make you cum, little mouse, many,

God I want that.

you need

was really hoping he had forgotten about that

any warning, Issac's hand swings up and

at the contact, which does not seem to

your legs move at all, I will add

my folds,

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 reach

to spread my lips apart, exposing

smack comes down directly on top

at the sharp pain

"Ten."

count as Isaac moves his fingers

fingers are pressing hard

hands squeeze the edge of the table, and

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around my

begin to rotate with

pleasure is

to sense this, as

presses firmer against me and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls

building closer and closer

legs begin to close on their own, but they

shove my legs back apart and hold

"Keep.Them.Open."

my

rubs faster, harder, stretching

shakes and withers

"Issac."

body trembles

taken over the job, and

"Please."

don't know what I arn begging for, but the sensation of still

you can handle

are little comfort to me at

and causing a loud shriek to

my hips begin to rotate in

my

are curled and my hands have an iron grip

lets go of my legs and puts

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

hand inside my core

and my orgasm quickly

back as my

just as my orgasm is about to hit,

back open,

let out a strangled cry of disappointed at my

be touched,

fingers lightly over my swollen

his fingers in his mouth, sucking

in for seconds

"Please."

breathy word was all I could

my pussy as he slides his fingers back inside, pumping

a wicked grin on his

please let me cum.’ The words pour out of my mouth, my mind reacting on

wants me to beg, so I

fingers suddenly pull out and

fingers reach a speed I never

"Good girl"

says as my pleasure

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