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

presses his hands against my

them to the bottom of my

my shirt a sharp yank as

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

is torn

slid up my stomach and cup my

my hardened nipples as I arch my chest further into

and releases me from his delicious hold on

in my panties, and I know he can smell

craves

and pulls them down my legs, taking my

follow, leaving

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

as they will go, and then presses down on the inside of my knee to get

slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body

feel his gaze on my body, and

was roaming across my folds,

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

me, and make me feel more confident of my

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

really want me to

quickly nod

me more

make you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

need to be

really hoping he had forgotten

any warning, Issac's hand swings up and spanks

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

your legs move at all, I

along my folds, before

eyes, but am careful to not

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count until

fingers to spread my

comes down directly on top

squeal at the sharp

"Ten."

Isaac moves his

hard

edge of the table, and my

Issac's fingers are magic.

spreads

hips begin to rotate with the

pleasure is

as the pace of his fingers

me and pleasure shoots out of my core and

building closer

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

my legs back apart and

"Keep.Them.Open."

shoots out between my

rubs faster, harder, stretching

body shakes and withers beneath his talented

"Issac."

body

the job, and

"Please."

don't know what I arn begging for, but the sensation of

little mouse, you

are little comfort to

angling them upwards and causing a loud shriek to leave

hips begin to rotate in time with

my body

and my hands have

my legs and puts his body in place to keep

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

with them while his hand

tremble and

my head back as my pleasure begins to

orgasm is about to hit, Issac's fingers pull

eyes snap back open,

a strangled cry of disappointed at

aches to be touched, to

his fingers lightly over my swollen sex,

his fingers in his mouth,

he goes back in for seconds I

"Please."

was all I

my pussy as he slides his

has a wicked grin

beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words

to beg,

fingers suddenly pull out and slam back in, brutality

a speed I never

"Good girl"

as my pleasure

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