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

presses his hands against

slowly slides them to the bottom of my shirt before grabbing

gives my shirt a sharp yank as he

tossed aside as my bra is tugged of and thrown

too is torn

my stomach and cup my breasts, massaging

over my hardened nipples as

murmurs, and releases me from his delicious hold on

the dampness in my panties, and I

body craves his

pulls them down my legs, taking my panties

leaving me bare

the knee, bending them and placing the soles of my feet flat on

will go, and then presses down on the

flush with slight embarrassment at how utterly

gaze on my body, and it lingers

was roaming across my folds, drinking

hide

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

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

want me

quickly nod my

me more than I have ever wanted

make you

God I want that.

you need to be

had forgotten about that little

hand swings up and spanks

does not seem to please Issac.He shoves my legs

move at all, I will add another

along my

out and close my eyes, but am

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

continue to count until

before using his fingers to spread my

hard smack comes down directly on top of my

squeal at the

"Ten."

as Isaac moves

pressing hard against my

the table, and my toes curl at

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads

with

pleasure is building

to sense this, as

pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down

closer and closer to it's

close on their own, but they

hand to shove my legs back apart and hold them

"Keep.Them.Open."

pleasure shoots out between my legs as I find my

harder, stretching out my

shakes and withers beneath his

"Issac."

my body trembles from the after shocks

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

"Please."

know what I arn begging for, but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm

little mouse, you can handle

words are little comfort to me at the

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

arches up and my hips begin to

down my body

and my hands have an iron grip on the

my legs and puts his body in place to keep

my stomach and cups my breast, massaging it firmly and running his thumb across my

while his hand inside

legs tremble and my

back as my

is about to hit,

open,

cry of disappointed

be touched, to be

my

fingers in his

back in for

"Please."

word was all I could manage

my pussy as he slides his fingers back inside, pumping

a wicked grin

me for it "Please Issac, please let

wants me to beg,

suddenly pull out and slam back in, brutality

a speed I never could of

"Good girl"

says as my pleasure is kicked

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