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

presses his hands

bottom of my shirt

shirt a sharp yank as he

my bra is tugged

is torn

slid up my stomach and cup my

as I arch my chest further

He murmurs, and releases me from his delicious

the dampness in my panties,

craves his

them down

follow, leaving me

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

as far as they will go, and then presses down on the inside

cheeks flush with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my

my body, and it lingers

was roaming across my folds, drinking

ashamed of your body.Don't ever hide

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

is dripping, little mouse.’ The corners of his mouth turn up as he looks me in the

really want me

nod my

to touch me more

going to make you cum, little mouse,

God I want that.

first, you need

had forgotten about that

hand swings up

snap closed at the contact, which does not seem to please Issac.He shoves my legs back apart into

move at all, I

his fingers along my folds, before spanking

my eyes, but am careful to not move my

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count

using his fingers to spread my lips apart,

smack comes down directly on top of

a squeal at

"Ten."

my final count as Isaac moves

hard against my clit,

table, and my toes curl

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around

rotate with the rhythm of his

pleasure is building

this, as the pace

presses firmer against me and pleasure shoots out of my

is building closer and closer

their own, but they don't

uses his free hand to shove my legs back apart

"Keep.Them.Open."

pleasure shoots out between my legs as

harder,

shakes and withers beneath his talented

"Issac."

as my body trembles from

rather, his thumb has taken over the job, and two

"Please."

I arn begging for, but the sensation of still being fucked post orgasm is one that

little mouse, you

words are little comfort to me at

them upwards and causing a loud shriek to

my hips begin to rotate in time with his

my body in

are curled and my hands have an

lets go of my legs and puts his body in place

and cups my breast, massaging it firmly and running

plays with them while his hand inside my core moves faster and more

and

back as my pleasure begins

just as my orgasm is about to hit,

snap back open,

out a strangled cry of

to be touched, to be

my swollen sex, coating

fingers in his mouth, sucking

goes back in for seconds I finally

"Please."

all I could manage in

gently rub my pussy as he slides his fingers back

wicked

me for it "Please Issac, please let me cum.’ The words pour out of my

me to beg,

suddenly pull out and slam back in,

speed

"Good girl"

my pleasure

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