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."

says gruffly as he let's

his hands against my

slides them to the bottom of

a sharp yank as he tears the fabric

my bra is tugged of and thrown

is

hands slid up my stomach and cup my breasts,

over my hardened nipples as

responsive.’ He murmurs, and releases me

in my panties, and I know he

craves

pulls them down my

leaving

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

then presses

embarrassment at how utterly exposed my

his gaze on my body, and it

was roaming across my folds, drinking me

ever hide your body

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

see your sweet pussy is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of his mouth turn up as he looks me in

really want me to touch you

quickly nod my head

wanted him to touch me more

going to make you cum, little

God I want that.

need to

had

swings up and spanks me

seem to

move at all,

his fingers along my folds, before spanking me

eyes, but am

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

continue to count until I

to spread my

directly on top of

at the sharp pain

"Ten."

Isaac moves his fingers around my

are pressing hard

squeeze the edge of the table, and my

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around

begin to rotate with the rhythm of his

is building

as the pace

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

building closer and closer to

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

uses his free hand to shove my legs back apart and

"Keep.Them.Open."

out between my legs as I

faster, harder, stretching out my

body shakes and withers beneath

"Issac."

body trembles from

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

little mouse, you can

little comfort to me at

upwards and causing a loud shriek to leave

arches up and my hips begin to rotate

rolls down my body in

curled and my hands

and puts his body in place

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

with them while his hand inside my core

and my orgasm quickly

back as my pleasure begins to

as my orgasm is about to hit, Issac's fingers

open, as

a strangled cry of disappointed at my

be touched, to

fingers lightly over my

his fingers in his

back in for

"Please."

all I could

gently rub my pussy as he slides his

a wicked

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

wants me to

suddenly pull out and slam back in,

a speed I never

"Good girl"

as my pleasure

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