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."

gruffly as he let's

his hands

to the bottom of my

a sharp yank

are tossed aside as my bra is tugged of

is torn

slid up my stomach and cup

my hardened nipples as I

responsive.’ He murmurs, and releases me from his delicious hold

my panties, and

craves his

my leggings and pulls them down my

shoes follow, leaving me bare to

bending them and placing the soles

they will go, and then presses down

at how utterly exposed my body is

his gaze on my body, and it lingers between

my folds,

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

make me feel more confident of my position and

is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of his

me to touch you

nod my

touch me more than I have

going to make you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

you need

he had

hand swings up and spanks

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

your legs move at all, I will

his fingers along my folds, before spanking

close my eyes, but am careful to not move my legs even

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

to count

pauses, before using his fingers to spread

smack comes down directly on top of

at the sharp pain and

"Ten."

give my final count as Isaac moves his fingers around

are pressing hard against my clit,

the table, and my toes curl at

Issac's fingers are magic.

spreads

hips begin to rotate with the rhythm of his

is building

seems to sense this, as the pace of

and pleasure shoots out of

closer and closer to

to close on their own, but

shove my legs back

"Keep.Them.Open."

my legs as I find

harder, stretching

body shakes and withers beneath his talented

"Issac."

as my body trembles from the after shocks

slowed down, rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and

"Please."

but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm is one that is

you can handle

words are little comfort to

curls his fingers, angling them upwards and causing a loud shriek to leave my

arches up and my hips begin to

down my

curled and my hands have an

and puts his body in place to keep them

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

with them while his hand inside my core

legs tremble and my orgasm quickly

back as my pleasure begins to consume

just as my orgasm is about to hit, Issac's

back open, as my

out a strangled cry of disappointed at my unsatisfied

be

over my

in

in

"Please."

was all I could manage in my

as he

has a wicked

mouse, then you will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of my mouth, my mind reacting on

wants me to

suddenly pull out and

a speed I never could

"Good girl"

my pleasure

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