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."

gruffly as he

his hands against

slides them to the bottom

yank

are tossed aside as my bra is tugged

is torn

slid up my stomach and cup

my hardened nipples as I arch

responsive.’ He murmurs, and releases me from his

dampness in my panties, and I

craves

them down my legs,

leaving

them and placing the

they will go, and then

with slight embarrassment at how utterly exposed my body is

my body, and

my folds,

ashamed of your body.Don't ever hide your body from me.I want

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

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

you really want me to touch

quickly nod

me more than I have ever wanted anything

going to make you cum,

God I want that.

need to

he had forgotten about

Issac's hand swings up and spanks me between my

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

legs move at all, I will

my folds, before

but am careful to not move my legs

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

continue to count until I reach

pauses, before using his fingers to spread my lips apart,

hard smack comes down directly on top of my

out a squeal at the sharp pain

"Ten."

Isaac moves his

fingers are pressing hard

squeeze the edge of the table, and my toes

Issac's fingers are magic.

feeling spreads around my

with

is building

this, as the pace of his fingers

me and pleasure shoots out of my core and rolls down my

is building closer and

on their own,

his free hand to shove my legs

"Keep.Them.Open."

pleasure shoots out between my legs

harder,

withers beneath his

"Issac."

name as my body trembles from the after shocks of my

the job, and two other digits have slid inside of me, pumping

"Please."

arn begging for, but the sensation of

you can

words are little comfort to me at the

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

my hips begin to rotate in

down my body

and my hands have

legs and puts his body in place to

cups my breast, massaging it firmly and running his

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

legs tremble and my orgasm quickly

my head back as my

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

eyes snap back open, as

cry of disappointed

core aches to be touched, to be

runs his fingers lightly over my swollen sex, coating them

his fingers in

in

"Please."

breathy word was all I could manage in

as he slides his fingers back inside, pumping

a wicked grin on his

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

to beg, so I

and slam back in, brutality and

speed I never could of

"Good girl"

says as my pleasure is

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