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

the bottom of my

a sharp yank as

bra is tugged of and thrown somewhere

too is torn

up my stomach and cup my breasts,

as I arch

releases me from his delicious hold on my

panties, and

body craves

pulls them down my

follow, leaving me

legs at the knee, bending them and placing

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

cheeks flush with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed

my body, and it

my folds,

body.Don't ever hide

me, and make me feel more confident of

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

want me

quickly nod my head

me more than I have

to make you cum, little mouse, many, many

God I want that.

need

really hoping he had forgotten about

any warning, Issac's hand swings up and spanks

contact, which does not seem to please Issac.He shoves my legs back apart

move at all, I will add another

my

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

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count

his fingers to spread my lips apart, exposing my clit

smack comes down directly on top of my

a squeal at the sharp pain and

"Ten."

final count as Isaac moves his fingers around my

pressing hard against my

hands squeeze the edge of the table, and

Issac's fingers are magic.

spreads

begin to rotate with the rhythm of

pleasure is

as the pace

and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down my

is building closer

on their

his free hand to shove my legs back

"Keep.Them.Open."

shoots out between my legs as I find

faster, harder, stretching out

withers beneath his talented

"Issac."

as my body trembles

down, rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and two other digits have slid

"Please."

I arn begging for, but the sensation

little mouse, you

comfort to me at the

his fingers, angling them upwards and

and my hips begin

down my body

hands have an iron grip on

go of my legs and puts his

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

with them while his hand inside my core moves faster and

and my orgasm quickly

head back as my pleasure begins to

about to hit, Issac's fingers

snap back open, as my pleasure

a strangled cry of disappointed at my unsatisfied

to be touched,

fingers lightly over my swollen sex, coating them in my

in his mouth, sucking them

back in for seconds I

"Please."

was all I could

as he slides his fingers

wicked

will have to beg me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of my mouth, my mind reacting on instinct to

me to beg, so I

pull out and slam back

a speed I

"Good girl"

pleasure is kicked

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