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."

he let's

presses his hands

bottom of

a sharp yank as he tears the fabric in

bra is

is torn to

stomach and cup my

brush over my hardened nipples as I arch my chest further

and releases me from his delicious hold

can feel the dampness in my panties, and I

craves his

leggings and pulls them down my legs, taking my panties

shoes follow, leaving me bare to

bending them and placing the soles of

and then presses down on the inside of my knee to get

at how

can feel his gaze on my body, and

roaming across my folds, drinking

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

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

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

me to

nod my

more than I have ever wanted anything

you cum, little

God I want that.

need to be

he had

Issac's hand swings up and spanks me

to please Issac.He shoves

all, I will

along my folds,

my eyes, but am careful

"Count.’ He says gruffly.

I feel another smack.

"One’’ Another.

"Two."

A third, harder.

count until I reach

his fingers to spread

hard smack comes down directly on top of

out a squeal at the sharp pain and

"Ten."

final count as Isaac moves

are pressing hard

squeeze the edge of the table, and my toes curl at the

Issac's fingers are magic.

spreads

with the rhythm of

is

to sense this, as the pace

me and pleasure shoots out

body is building closer

their own,

uses his free hand to shove my legs back apart

"Keep.Them.Open."

between my legs as I find my

faster, harder, stretching

shakes and withers

"Issac."

out his name as my body trembles from the

taken over the job, and two other digits

"Please."

know what I arn begging for, but the sensation of still being fucked post

you

comfort to me at

upwards and causing a

up and my hips begin to rotate in time with

down my body in

curled and my hands have an iron

lets go of my legs and puts his body in place to

and cups my breast, massaging

plays with them while his hand inside my

legs tremble and my

back as my pleasure

my orgasm is about to hit, Issac's

open,

cry of disappointed at

to be touched, to

his fingers lightly over my swollen sex, coating them in my

fingers in his mouth, sucking

he goes back in for seconds I

"Please."

was all I could manage in

rub my pussy as he slides his fingers back inside,

a wicked

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

me to

pull out and slam back in, brutality

speed I

"Good girl"

pleasure is

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