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 my arms

hands against my

to the bottom of

my shirt a sharp yank as he

is tugged

too is

hands slid up my stomach and cup my breasts,

hardened nipples as I

releases me from

panties,

body craves

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

follow, leaving me

the knee, bending them and

far as they will go, and then presses down

at how utterly exposed my

can feel his gaze on my body, and it

across my

beautiful, don't ever be ashamed of your body.Don't ever hide your body from me.I want to see you.All

me feel more confident

pussy is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of his

want me to touch you that

quickly nod my

more than

make you cum,

God I want that.

need

had forgotten about that

hand swings up and spanks me between

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

your legs move at all, I

his fingers along my folds, before spanking me

cry out and close my eyes, but am careful to not move my

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

I continue to count until

to spread my lips apart,

comes down directly on top of

let out a squeal at the sharp

"Ten."

final count as Isaac moves his fingers

pressing hard against

hands squeeze the edge of the table,

Issac's fingers are magic.

tantalizing feeling spreads

rotate with the rhythm of

pleasure is building

as the

and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down

building closer and

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

my legs back

"Keep.Them.Open."

between my legs as

harder, stretching out

and withers beneath his talented

"Issac."

as my body trembles

haven't slowed down, rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and two other digits have slid inside of me,

"Please."

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

you can

are little comfort

them upwards and causing a loud

back arches up and my hips begin to rotate in time with his

rolls down my body

are curled and my hands have an iron grip on

legs and puts his body

my stomach and cups my breast, massaging it firmly

pinches and plays with them while his hand inside

tremble and my orgasm quickly

my head back as my pleasure

about to hit, Issac's

snap back open, as

strangled cry of disappointed

core aches to be touched,

lightly over my swollen sex, coating

in his mouth, sucking them

back in for seconds I finally

"Please."

word was all I could manage in my

my pussy as he slides his fingers back inside, pumping

a wicked grin on his

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

me to beg,

suddenly pull out and slam

reach a speed I never could

"Good girl"

pleasure

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