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

hands against my

to the bottom of my

gives my shirt a sharp yank as he tears the

scraps are tossed aside as my bra is tugged of and thrown somewhere

too is torn

stomach and

hardened nipples as I arch my

responsive.’ He murmurs, and releases me

the dampness in my panties, and I know he

craves his

down my legs, taking my panties

leaving me bare

them and placing the soles

apart as far as they will go, and then

at how utterly exposed

feel his gaze on my body, and it lingers between

roaming across my folds,

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

confident

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

me

nod my

more than I

to make you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

first, you need to

had forgotten about that

Issac's hand swings up and

not seem to please Issac.He shoves my

legs move at all, I will add another

my

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

fingers to spread my lips apart, exposing my clit to

directly on

a squeal at the sharp

"Ten."

final count as Isaac moves his fingers

are pressing hard against my

squeeze the edge of the table, and my

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around my

to rotate with

pleasure is

this, as

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

body is building closer

on their own, but they

uses his free hand to shove my legs

"Keep.Them.Open."

pleasure shoots out between my legs as I find my

harder,

body shakes and withers beneath his talented

"Issac."

body trembles from the after shocks

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

"Please."

for, but the sensation

little mouse, you can handle

are little comfort to me

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

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

down my

toes are curled and my hands have an iron grip on

puts his body in place

breast, massaging it firmly and running his

hand inside my core

and my orgasm

throw my head back as

about to hit, Issac's fingers pull

eyes snap back open, as my

a strangled cry of disappointed at my

aches to be touched, to

lightly over my swollen sex, coating them in my

in his

back in for seconds I

"Please."

all I could manage in my

as he slides his

has a wicked

cum, little mouse, then you will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The

me to beg,

and slam

reach a speed I never could of

"Good girl"

says as my pleasure

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