Deku Christmas Novels & Stories

Most of them haven't even showered yet. "Why the hell is everyone still here?" I ask Christian, who's sitting on the bench shirtless, drinking a beer. "Oh, you didn't hear yet, did you?" he asks, passing me a Shiner. I shake my head and pop the top. Normally, we wouldn't be drinking in the locker room after practice, so I figured this was a celebration of some sort. "Kuttnauer is getting married." I raise my eyebrows. "No shit?"

We drove carefully while Christmas music played on the radio. “I don’t know what it is, but I just love Christmas even though we don’t celebrate it.” Alex laughed. “I just love all the lights, the Christmas tree, the idea of everyone opening presents together on Christmas morning. I wish werewolves celebrated something similar. I guess we have winter solstice, but it’s not really the same, eh?” He looked so sweet as I peered over at him, a small smile on his face as we drove. He was so handsome, his face so perfect like a master sculptor had carved it. I looked back at the road only to spot a flying deer heading toward the windshield. A flying deer???

“I’m glad you said that. I already requested three days and that was one of them.” “What were the others?” “Thanksgiving and Winter Solstice.” “OH! If we did winter solstice, could we have Krampus?” she asked with a giant smile and bright eyes. “They hold a Viking Yule Fest out there during December. There’s usually a few Krampus characters out there.” “Really?” Smiling, he nodded at her. “Zach has a great Krampus costume.” At her confused look, he gave a small laugh. “We do security out there and if my guys look like they belong out there, it’s better for them and safer for everyone.”

Snow fell outside, the world quiet, bearing witness to the sinful, decadent celebration inside. When they finally collapsed, tangled together, she looked up at him, her eyes wide, still trembling. Her big tits heaved, pussy glistening, innocence now a memory wrapped in pleasure. “Best… Christmas… ever…” she whispered. He kissed her forehead, brushing wet hair from her face. “Santa always delivers… and you… you were the perfect gift.” She smiled, trembling, shivering, every nerve ending singing from pleasure. This Christmas, her wish had been granted in full—her innocence, lust, and every desire wrapped into one decadent, unforgettable present.

The birds chirped away on the huge oak trees that provided cool shades to everyone, the pools were clean, big, and inviting. We made our way inside and Grandma Rose was seated on a queen-like chair, a glass of red wine swirling in her hand. Her makeup and dress made her look intimidating, the interior decoration of her sitting room was nothing like the taste of an elderly woman. “Aria," she called, rising from her seat with a bright smile. I hurriedly walked past Damon and into her open arms. “Good afternoon, grandma Rose." “You look so much beautiful just like last night," she commended.

Emma explained, "but she insisted on coming here immediately afterward. Apparently Grandpa Duke's tree is better than ours." "It's not better," Mia clarified with the careful diplomacy of a child who'd learned not to hurt feelings. "It's just bigger. And has more presents under it because more people live here who need presents." "Accurate assessment," Duke said, lifting his granddaughter into a hug. "Merry Christmas, troublemaker." "Merry Christmas, Grandpa. Did you get me the thing I asked for?" "What thing was that?" "You know what thing." "I genuinely don't recall any specific requests."

His eyes narrowed, a sense of agitation crossing his mind as he pushed it closer to me. I glared at him, shaking my head once more and he dropped it with a shrug of his shoulders. Damn man kept trying to feed me like a pet. Swallowing the toast, he cleared his throat. "So, five days until Christmas. Doing anything special? Do werewolves celebrate?" I remained standing, observing them as much as Theonardo was. We made brief eye contact and he acknowledged me with a gentle nod of the head. Looking at Kacie, her eyes were focused on Aldren as she gushed about Christmas.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

So, I'll be the bad guy, okay? Time flew by, and Christmas Eve came as soon as Advent was over. Kisa got up early in the morning, cleaned up the house, then began to list the things she was going to buy today. 'I made an appointment with Jensen and Mia to make dumplings on Christmas Eve. I must buy the wrappers and fillings. Besides, the couplets and decorations must be bought so we can decorate,' thought Kisa as she took a pen and listed it on the paper, only finalizing the long to-buy list after a while.

The Christmas celebration rocked the house while music about Santa ho-ho-ing, jingled, and lights twinkled. Garish decoration abounded with every clich‚ known to mankind displayed from snowmen, to mangers, to a little village of penguins dressed in pointy red hats. God she loved it. Loved the chaos, and noise, the goodwill and food.