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

bottom of my shirt before grabbing

sharp yank

scraps are tossed aside as my bra is tugged

is torn

stomach and cup my breasts,

hardened nipples as I arch my chest further

me from his delicious

the dampness in my panties, and I know

craves his

my leggings and pulls them down my legs, taking my panties with

follow, leaving me bare to

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

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 my

gaze on my body, and

my folds,

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

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

can see your sweet pussy is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of

me

quickly nod my

to touch me more than

going to make you cum, little mouse, many,

God I want that.

need to be

he had

Issac's hand swings up and spanks me between my

closed at the contact, which does not seem to please Issac.He shoves my legs

legs move at all, I will add another

fingers along my folds,

but am careful to not move my

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

continue to count until

fingers to spread my lips apart, exposing my clit to

comes down directly

squeal at the

"Ten."

final count as Isaac moves his fingers around my

fingers are pressing hard against my

the table, and my toes

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around

begin to rotate with the rhythm of

is

as the pace of his

me and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down my

closer

begin to close on their own, but they don't

hand to shove my legs

"Keep.Them.Open."

shoots out between my legs as

faster, harder, stretching

withers beneath

"Issac."

my body trembles from the after shocks of my

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

"Please."

but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm is

little mouse, you can handle

words are little comfort to me at

angling them upwards and causing a loud shriek to

begin to rotate in

down my body

my hands have

go of my legs and puts his body

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

pinches and plays with them while his hand inside

and

back as my pleasure begins to consume

just as my orgasm is about to hit,

back open,

a strangled cry of disappointed at

to be touched,

fingers lightly over my swollen

in his mouth, sucking them

he goes back in for seconds I finally

"Please."

all I could

gently rub my pussy as he slides his fingers back

a wicked grin on his

will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of

wants me to

and slam back

speed I

"Good girl"

as my pleasure is

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