So This is Christmas Again

Description: Christmas time again in the So This is Christmas verse.

Part 1: So This is Christmas:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-60116532

Part 2: So This is Love (Valentine's Day):
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-love-62528539

Part 3: So This is Easter:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-65219972

Part 4: So This is Independence:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-68664211

Part 5: This is Halloween:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-73373672

Part 6: So This is Thanksgiving:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/75074947




Word count: 6,845     



In all of her vague imaginings, Lena never saw herself having a winter wedding. She hadn’t been the type to fantasize about marriage at all, but the sight of Kara in a tux sold her on it. Her decision to get married probably shouldn’t have been based on the fit of a coat or any other superficial matter. She just latched onto it to cope with her literal cold feet when her mother marched her and Kara into the frigid outdoors for a wedding photo shoot.     


Lillian had hired a photographer named Frederique with credits from all of the top Omega magazines and fashionverse, and he wanted dramatic snaps of Lena experiencing hypothermia. She couldn’t wear her shoes and needed to stand on a bunch of snow-covered rocks that looked like a massive iced-over waterfall.    Kara joined her on the treacherous edge and made it seem easy to pose while half numb. Lena put up with the freezing temperatures in the presence of her fiancée. The instant Kara wandered back inside to greet her parents, Lena started to tremble and pout.

“You’re not giving me elegance and sex appeal,” Frederique complained and stopped peering at her through his lens. “You’re giving constipation vibes. Now stare off into the distance with wonder, and point like you’ve just seen a magical winter stag.”

She did see a magical winter stag, just not any found in nature. A large truck pulled up and started to unload an entire woodland of ice sculpture creatures.    Her eyelashes froze over from the length of time she spent pointing at them, and her entire body went stiff before Frederique shouted that they would be moving inside.

The entire household was decked out in Lillian’s expensive style, and Lena supposed it didn’t matter too much because at least she was fulfilling one of her mother’s hopes and dreams.

That was her last generous thought of the day. She started to feel more herself when Lillian shrieked out, “There you are!” and “What took you so long?” like Lena had been dawdling outdoors by her own volition.

“I was admiring the ice sculptures. If Frederique kept me outside any longer, you would have had a nice bride-shaped popsicle to add to the collection.” Lena behaved petulantly, and she wasn’t sorry about it as Lillian’s entourage of make-up artists and stylists followed her to the stairs.

“Well, it’s time to put on your wedding gown.” Lillian tapped her watch and accompanied Lena up to one of the guest suites.

“I’m already wearing my wedding gown.” Lena gestured at the yard of fabric that she was stumbling over and headed into the room with the expectation of just getting some make-up touches.

The entire team ambushed her, however, and she felt like a character from a Disney movie undergoing a fast and otherworldly transformation.    


In mere seconds, the stylists removed her first dress and stuffed her into another one, and three make-up artists adjusted the hues on Lena’s face. Another person appeared with a huge velvet case that contained diamonds, and made Lena sparkle from the neck-up with a giant collar of a necklace, dangling earrings and a crown of jewels.

“Oh, Lena, I’ve always dreamt of this day.” Lillian sighed gladly and tearfully just for  a dozen people to offer her a tissue.

The strange show of human emotion was brief — and then Lillian snapped her fingers to dismiss her large team.

“From the moment I held you in my arms as a baby, I wanted you to become a scientist and marry an alpha with a Fortune 500 company.” Lillian clasped a hand against her chest and used a handkerchief to dab at the barely-wet corners of her eyes.

“Mother, you’re impossible,” Lena criticized with a huff, thinking back to the previous year when she had chosen Kara specifically because she wanted to mess up her parents’ perfect holiday plans.

Lillian waved her hand in front of Lena’s face as though to shoo away her remarks, then cupped her daughter’s cheeks to peer into her eyes with a worrying degree of love.

Lena experienced a weird inexplicable wave of vulnerability. She swallowed thickly when it became apparent that she couldn’t quip her way out of the emotions that surged up inside her and blinked at her mother as she bestowed affection.   “All I’m saying is since you were conceived, I’ve wanted nothing but the best for you,” Lillian whispered and tucked a wisp of hair behind Lena’s ear with a smile that wobbled ever so slightly. “I always knew you would be brilliant, and beautiful, and now you get to have the kind of life most omegas only dream of. I’m so proud of you, Lena, for becoming the woman I always knew you would be.”

The acknowledgement and praise was perfect, yet it was too much for Lena to handle. She sucked in a shaky breath, allowed herself to form several sweet, honest remarks in her head that she wanted to share with her mother. Instead, she ignored every one of them out of a fear of bringing tears to her own eyes.  “Have you gotten into the champagne already?” Lena accused with a suspicious squint, and pretended that her voice didn’t waver around the lump in her throat.

Lillian rolled her eyes and stepped back since the moment was ruined. “Oh hush, I’ve only had a tipple. It’s not every day that I get to plan my daughter's wedding.”

“Yeah, about that,” Lena hissed in annoyance, because the natural inclination to butt heads with her mother was better than the warm and disturbing fuzziness of the love in her heart. “This whole thing should have been up to me and Kara. You know, the actual couple tying the knot.”

“The greatest gift I could give you both was freedom from the monumental stress that comes with prepping for an event like this,” Lillian smartly replied and studied the back of her hand with an imperious and serious expression that said this was a hill she was willing to die on. “You would have been miserable, and it would have taken years for either of you to work out the fine details. Nobody has time for that. None of us are getting younger.”

Lena reeled from the sudden realization that smacked her across the face. She curled her fingers into fists and stomped like a child. “Oh. My. God! This is because you want grandchildren as soon as possible!”

“Why delay the inevitable?” Lillian shot back with a haughty lift of her chin like she expected Lena to maintain her fiery attitude. “Kara absolutely adores you, and whether you want to admit it or not, I see how you look at her. You can’t imagine a life without her as your mate, so why pretend otherwise?”

Lillian’s parting remarks stuck with Lena all through the ceremony.

She was so good at playing tough and acting as though she was above it all, but under her well-crafted exterior she wanted nothing more than a full and wonderful life with Kara. She knew she would say yes long before Lionel linked their arms together to walk her down the aisle, but the first sight of Kara standing there so proudly sold her on it.

Kara’s smile lit up her whole face, and Lena reacted to the raw emotion in her eyes. She caused breathlessness in the crowd and heard awed murmurs as she walked by. In the last few steps, Lena hurried to reach Kara like she couldn’t wait to become Mrs. Danvers.

The ceremony was a blur with far more tears and smiles than Lena expected, and even her mother bawled as they swapped their I do’s.

Eliza and Jeremiah shed enough tears for Alex to capture on video, though her own cheeks were streaked in happiness. Lex had never looked prouder, and the cheers around them left Lena’s ears ringing as Kara pulled her close and sealed their marriage with a sweet kiss.

The reception involved a blend of cultural traditions with a large menorah set up next to their cake. Their wedding date overlapped with Hanukkah, and Kara did the honors of adding a new candle. Esmé came over to help with lighting it and all of Kara’s extended family gushed over the precious moment.

As far as family parties, Lena preferred the seating arrangements for their wedding. She sat up front with Kara at their own special table, and it felt like the curse of her months’ long anxiety was lifted.

“I thought this day would be more stressful, but so far I’m actually enjoying myself.” Lena scrunched her eyebrows together in mystification and glanced around at the smiling faces of everyone in their family. “At least our wedding will be the perfect excuse to skip all of the upcoming holiday celebrations.”

“We can, but something tells me that you’re going to have a great time this year.” Kara cockily helped herself to some of the neglected appetizers on Lena’s plate and popped them into her mouth with a smile. “We’re going to have an incredible Hanukkah, followed by the best Christmas ever, and then you’re all mine for our honeymoon. Our fun is just starting.”

Lena’s cheeks stained with a bashful glow from the implication that Kara couldn’t wait to whisk her off for some tremendously filthy sex.

“Did you–?” Lena widened her eyes at Kara and let her gaze drop to the tablecloth inquisitively. She couldn’t smell any hint of a rut, but her fingers certainly found a sizeable package in Kara’s pants beneath the table. She palmed it delicately so as not to be caught and bit her lip as Kara postured where she sat.

“No, that’s just how excited I am that we’re married,” Kara boasted to Lena’s breasts before she remembered that they were in a crowded venue with their friends and family. She averted her gaze for all of two seconds, and then lost herself in the creamy swell of Lena’s tits that were cradled perfectly in her  wedding dress.

“Well, if I’d known it would cause this reaction, I might have eloped when you first suggested it.” Lena whispered, desperate to get her hands on Kara.

She wasn’t aware that it was possible for alphas to get so large out of rut. If this was her alpha’s way of displaying her love, then Lena wanted to be on the receiving end of it immediately.

She plucked up one of the appetizers to hand feed Kara, and somewhere along the line, they ended up kissing each other. They found excuses to touch and lean close, smitten in the way they interacted. Kara shared her main dish and they verged on inappropriateness when they ate cake with their fingers.

Lena sucked on Kara’s fingertips one too many times for it to be anything other than sexual, and with the amount of wine everyone was consuming it was only a matter of time before people wolf whistled at their inability to separate for long.

“Why don’t you two dance since you’re finished eating?” Lillian whispered the moment she got close enough to thrust a napkin into Lena’s hands.

“Actually, we’re still enjoying ourselves,” Lena petulantly stated and turned her coquettish eyes toward Kara so her mate would back her up.

“A little too much. There are children here,” Lillian cut in before Kara could breathe out a word. She herded them out of their seats and to the dance floor, and Lena smirked at the suave way Kara motioned for everyone else to join them.

In the middle of the frivolity, Kara waltzed her through the crowd and led her out of the gathering with mischief on her face. “It must be so difficult to dance in that dress. Why don’t I help you out of it and into something else?”

Lena hurried upstairs to the guest suite that was designated as her dressing room. Kara stood close behind her to undo the clasps on her ivory couture wedding gown. The strapless top came away easily, and Kara’s hands slipped into place to hold her breasts. They both glanced down at the scarlet tips of her nipples, and Kara kissed them both before sliding the rest of the corseted gown off.

“I’ll never forget the sight of you in your wedding dress, but I’m thrilled to be taking it off you,” Kara breathed and peered down at the white garters and panties that remained on her hips. “Gosh, Happy Hanukkah to me.”

Lena fixed her with a wry smile, which stayed on her face as she bent down on the floor. “Well, since you got down on one knee to ask me to marry you, I’ll get down on both of mine.”

It took very little finessing to move Kara’s pants down and then Lena cupped her tits. Kara lowered her tight-fitted briefs and stroked over her thickened shaft. The wide tip was red and beautiful, and shining with drops of arousal that Lena licked up. She closed her lips around Kara’s glans and puckered on it, letting the taste coalesce on her tongue.

Kara did her the courtesy of gathering up her dark tresses to hold them out of the way. She stared down at Lena, completely mesmerized by the swirl of her tongue and the smile that stretched wide on her lips when she pushed them over the swollen tip of her cock.

Love and lust lidded Kara’s eyes and the intensity of her emotions conveyed her thoughts to Lena even before she groaned, “I must be the luckiest person in the world right now.”

Whether Kara meant because she had married her, or because of Lena’s talented mouth was up for debate.    


Lena chose to believe it was a mixture of both and used her sultry pout to glide down Kara’s shaft so that she could tease the thicker veins that throbbed right down to the knot base.

“Yeah, you kinda hit the jackpot meeting me last year, huh? Did you ever think the girl who let you smash the first night she met you would turn out to be wife material?” Lena smirked at the flustered expression on Kara’s handsome face. She pressed warm, open mouthed kisses all over the heated glans and then tucked Kara into her inner cheek as she sucked.

“From the moment I met you, I knew you were special, Lena,” Kara insisted, her sincerity doing a number on Lena’s omega.

Lena wanted to devour Kara like never before, and the revolution of her tongue kept Kara gasping. She poured all of her love into the oral caress and worshipped the full length of Kara’s erection. She always got wet whenever she sucked on her mate, but this felt different. Maybe because she wasn’t holding back on any of her emotions.

Lena maintained eye contact as she worked her lips down Kara’s cock and took her into the back of her throat. She moved her whole body while she sated herself. The restless undulation of her hips rubbed the slick fabric of her panties across her cunt.

“Who knew twelve months from then I’d be saying I do and sneaking off to show you how devoted I am to you?” Lena rasped.

She stroked her hand over the robust base. The broadest part of Kara’s shaft was hard to grip and even harder to fit into her mouth. In between wrapping her hand around it and slurping on it, she could feel Kara’s cock becoming stiffer. Excited pulsations started against her lips, and Lena locked them around the tip to catch the warm spurts of Kara’s seed.

Kara groaned in climax and expected to pull out, but Lena persisted in bobbing her head. She sucked with no intentions of releasing Kara and sensually fluttered her tongue.

“I’m still amazed by all of the things you can do with your mouth,” Kara admitted mid-gasp and tightened her fingers in Lena’s hair.

“Aren’t you glad I’m not the kind to wait until the wedding night?” Lena suppressed her normal throat reflexes and pushed Kara’s swollen cock deeper. “This holiday season, I’m going to have your cock in my mouth every chance that I get. It’s going to stimulate you and keep you hard for me all day. What do you think of that, Kara?”

“That you’re already achieving what you set out to,” Kara breathed in rapture and watched Lena slide the tip of her cock all over her tongue.

There was certainly a sense of showmanship to Lena’s performance and it turned her on to witness how she influenced Kara. Every shuddery breath and short, uninhibited growl from her sent a spasm through Lena’s cunt and her tongue danced across the sensitive and glossy tip of Kara’s cock.

She sucked intermittently, teasing Kara with a series of long, slow pulls from between her lips only to concentrate all her efforts on the sensitive little spout that brought Kara’s hips forward.

“How does it feel to know I can undo you with just the tip of my tongue?” Lena’s salacious remark was more of a brag than a taunt, and she whined at the sudden shift of power that took place.    


Kara pulled her up by the hair to kiss her savagely, and Lena moaned at the force. She slipped her arms around Kara’s shoulders and clung onto her alpha as she took charge of the moment.

Lena felt elated from her mate flexing her dominant side.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Kara rumbled hotly against her ear and pulled back to grab the bottle of champagne that Lena never bothered opening while she was getting ready.

Kara popped the cork and sent bubbles spilling all over Lena’s breasts. The chilled sensation rendered Lena breathless, and before she could ask what the hell her mate was doing, Kara bent forward to kiss and suck at the swell of her tits like she never had the pleasure of having them in her mouth before. She lapped at the champagne as it fizzed across Lena’s skin and held some of it in her mouth while she swirled her tongue around Lena’s nipples.

It was the first time she felt the full force of Kara’s greed, and Lena whimpered as the kisses continued southward.

She stroked Kara’s hair away from her face and gawked down at her mate, who puckered and licked and grazed her teeth all down Lena’s abdomen. She pressed kisses over Lena’s hips and then sank to her knees to gently shove Lena so that her shoulders pressed against the wall.

It pushed her hips out, and Kara hooked her thumb into the gusset of her soaked panties to tug them aside. She poured champagne below Lena’s navel and buried her face between Lena’s thighs to taste it along with her intimate nectar of arousal.

Kara groaned at the first swipe of her tongue between Lena’s pussy lips. She set the bottle aside to grab Lena by the ass and pull her closer to her mouth.

Lena short-circuited from the tongue flutters against her clit – the barely-there flicks and the more passionate, deep kisses. The precision of every lick was more than she could handle, and soon she was hip-thrusting and whining for Kara to bring her to a wet finish. Her thighs clenched and her body prepared for it with tense undulations that ended with quivers all through her pussy. She experienced tantalizing tingles of orgasm before it happened, which led to the most gratifying outcome and made her blood pump faster.

“I’m going to make your pussy so wet that you’ll go through every thong in your suitcase before the end of the weekend,” Kara intoned and kissed into the drenched cleft above her entrance. She pushed her tongue inside of Lena and discovered new ways to get her off by doing that frequently in between puckering around her clit.

“I packed enough for three weeks,” Lena gasped and considered how little she minded the idea of walking around without panties during their honeymoon.

She would have Kara’s cock inside of her most of the time anyway — and when they weren’t knotted together, she expected they would be doing some kind of essential task like showering or eating. Sightseeing would be a footnote on their European trip, even though Kara would be taking her to all of the romantic destinations. She would have to fabricate stories about the vacation, and hope that her pheromones wouldn’t give away her lustful instincts to anyone that asked.

Her cunt spasmed spectacularly and her legs threatened to collapse, so Kara had to guide her onto the loveseat in the corner of the bedroom. The piece of antique furniture was the kind purchased at auction - and Lena at least had the forethought to cover it with a thick blanket before Kara ravished her over it.

She felt dainty from the way Kara placed her directly in the middle of the loveseat, perched on her knees. There was no way they could both fit on it, and she got the impression that Kara wanted her on display.

This was their first time as Mrs. & Mrs. Danvers and Lena set the precedent for their life together by presenting for Kara.

Lena pulled her panties aside to keep her garters on and flaunted the glistening partition of her pussy. It came as no surprise how excited she was to consummate their marriage, and she rubbed her fingertips over her clit with quiet exhalations of pleasure.

“I hope you’ll always be this eager to push into my hot little cunt,” Lena breathed.

“If I could have added that promise to my vows without causing a scandal, I would have,” Kara confessed with a laugh that died on the back of her tongue as a moan took over. She settled her hands on Lena’s curved waist and slotted straight into the velvet of her cunt. “God, you’re so slick inside Lena, so tight and perfect around me.”

Lena preened from the praise and clutched the back of the loveseat while Kara’s thickened tip rutted her open with swift but shallow thrusts.

The gradual spread of her pussy felt even better from the teasing, and soon Kara couldn’t hold back. The charge of her hips rocked Lena forward and she gasped at the force behind the lunges. Kara slid in and out through her slick.

Lena moaned as the base of Kara’s cock pushed into her and whined when it didn’t stop until it was entirely sheathed in her warmth. Kara’s thighs still pressed into her, and Lena’s tits swung gently forward with her thrusting. They fit together compatibly, and Lena indulged her physical needs by pinching her nipples and massaging her clit.

Kara brushed her lips over Lena’s shoulder and moved to the vulnerable place on her throat. From the path of Kara’s kisses, Lena knew that her teeth would be next. She crooked her head to the side and invited Kara in to claim her. With a soft nuzzle, Kara immortalized their connection with a mark. The bite stung at first, and then the tingling sensation subsided to pleasures greater than orgasm.

“I’m yours, I’m yours forever,” Lena moaned in recognition of their bond and draped herself over the back of the small sofa.

Kara continued to suck on the claim to bring permanence to the shape. She pumped faster into Lena’s sensitive pussy, combining the high of their sexual euphoria.

They couldn’t knot in the middle of their wedding celebration, though Kara gave her as close to that satisfaction as possible with a partially inflated base. The extra girth rubbed into the sensitive grooves of Lena’s entrance and her rippled walls reflexively contracted to try and fuse them together. She begged for it with whimpering moans and the urgency of her pelvis which rocked back and forth to keep Kara deep.

“Just a few more hours, baby, then you’re all mine, and you can sit on my knot for weeks,” Kara soothed in between kissing and sucking at her claim. She fondled Lena’s tits with enough force to express her own frustrations that she couldn’t properly merge with her mate.

Lena couldn’t think of a better honeymoon, and she clasped her hand over Kara’s and brought it between the glazed apex of her thighs with wanton little whines that pleaded for release. She knew Kara would always indulge her the moment her mate groaned and rocked her hips harder.

Kara stroked the length of her slit with two fingers and rubbed earnestly into the stiffened peak of her clitoris with the right amount of firmness. She knew exactly when to bottom out, the perfect time to rub her glans into Lena's inner resistance to maximize her climax the moment it began. Strong contractions worked the entirety of Kara’s shaft, and Lena quaked in her arms, breathless and desperate
for the outpouring of seed that filled her with every throb of Kara’s cock.

It took them a while to get dressed after that, and even longer to realize that Lena was wearing the evidence of their insatiable love on her throat. It couldn’t be covered with make-up, and her third gown was short but lower cut, so there was no hope of hiding the claim.

“Oh God, Kara, all of our family, friends and your business contacts are going to see your mark on my neck. They’re going to know that we couldn’t even wait until the wedding night.” Lena touched the emblem of their union and scrunched her eyebrows.

Kara crossed her buff arms and observed her handiwork with pride. “I’m not ashamed. Besides, everyone is going to be so busy dancing and eating that they probably won’t notice the mark until tomorrow.”

Lena suppressed a scoff in her throat as she contemplated how her mother would react. The festivities were in full swing by the time they emerged downstairs, and no one immediately noticed their re-appearance. Their peace lasted all of two minutes until Lillian glanced up from her conversation and stared dead-on at the claim on Lena’s throat. Lillian excused herself from the table and pierced Lena with her eyes while crossing the dance floor.

Lena imagined the entire judgemental tirade her mother was about to launch into and braced herself accordingly with a tall glass of champagne. Beneath her dress her skin was still sticky from Kara toasting their love all over her breasts and the sordid thought of what else the alpha might coat her in that evening brought a guilty flush to her neck.

She held her head high in spite of the impulse to avert her eyes, and right at the last second when Lillian looked ready to lunge for her, Kara strutted between them.

“Lillian, there you are!” Kara announced with good cheer and all the audacity of an alpha who hadn’t actually been looking for her mother-in-law. “I haven’t had the honor of dancing with you yet.”

The chivalry caught Lillian off guard, and she simpered at Kara linking their arms to lead her onto the dance floor.

“I was just going to have a word with my daughter,” Lillian explained a tad too late and tried to catch Lena’s eye over her shoulder.

“Oh, there’ll be plenty of time for that after we tear up this dancefloor,” Kara intoned, and clasped Lillian’s hand to twirl her further away expertly and at a pace that wouldn’t be demanding.

Kara held Lena’s gaze as she danced, and made sure to project her voice so that nobody got the wrong impression. “I simply couldn’t wait another minute to see my claim on Lena’s throat. Doesn’t she look beautiful with it there? I’m so proud to call her my wife.”

Kara’s natural charm took the heat from Lena. Everyone who glanced her way did so with fondness and admiration – not with the speculation that she had been getting laid during her own wedding.

Their non-traditional party eventually took another turn thanks to Kara’s Uncle Noam, who she fondly called “Non” since her childhood. Non gathered all of the guests together and they hoisted the couple up on chairs while dancing to the music Hava Nagila. Lena loved Kara’s traditions, but she couldn’t help but hold onto the end of her dress and her seat. Kara’s relatives bobbed her up and down to the beat of the song and she panicked that someone in the crowd would realize that she had put out for Kara.

Luckily no one looked at her strangely or made any comments, apart from Sam, who snuck in a quiet, “You already hit that today, didn’t you?”

Lena didn’t give up her secrets, although she did elbow Sam in the ribs and smile vixenishly – which was as good as admitting the truth.

Hours later, everyone huddled around a long and impressive buffet of decadent desserts. The children ran to the chocolate fountain, and everyone helped themselves to large pastries and cakes. Alex gave out milk chocolate gold coins, and Esmé sat in Lena’s lap to play a couple of games of dreidel.

The new bond they shared alerted Lena to Kara’s closeness, and she shivered at the first caress of Kara’s fingers over the claim on her throat. The increased sensitivity to one another would be something that kept them endlessly entertained once they were alone, though Lena almost wished they were already on a jet.

“You look radiant, even though you must be exhausted from having such a long and hectic day,” Kara whispered and traced the sharp line of Lena’s jaw as she came to stand behind her.

Lena tipped her head back at the sultry husk of Kara’s voice and they kissed beneath the fairy twinkle lights. It was chaste by their own standards, and Lena smiled and shifted to lean into her mate with the knowledge that Kara would always be right there to support her in life.

“Oh, I still have plenty of energy left,” Lena murmured with a deliberate and subtle shift of her shoulder to brush against Kara’s pants. Their flirtatious grins and bashful glances were tamed by Esmé’s proximity, and Kara gathered the little one into her arms the moment she yawned.

Kelly came over to take her daughter and smirked at Kara’s inability to take her eyes off Lena. “I have to hand it to your mother-in-law. This is one of the nicest weddings I’ve ever attended.”

All of their family members headed over to give them hugs before they departed for the evening. They reserved a local suite at a hotel where they would spend their wedding night. The next morning would be Christmas Eve, and everyone else in their close family would be staying at the Luthor mansion through the New Year.

The family waved goodbye, and Alex tucked a present into Kara’s pocket and fixed her jacket before sending her off.

Lena thought they would barely be able to keep their hands to themselves during the limo ride, but she took an unexpected twenty-minute nap on Kara’s shoulder. Their suite overlooked a giant Christmas tree strung with colorful lights and a river where they spotted a family of deer and foxes.

“Everything about tonight has been magical,” Kara murmured against Lena’s shoulder and nuzzled into her neck just shy of the fresh claim. She held her closer from behind, and Lena reciprocated by cupping Kara’s cock through her pants to palm gently.

The quiet exhalations of her mate teased Lena’s skin, and prickles of anticipation raised goosebumps down her arms. She turned to run her hands over Kara’s chest and slid the jacket off of those broad shoulders she loved so much.

A small present fell at her feet, and Lena swooped down to grab it before Kara had a chance. She slapped it against her hand like a paddle and then tossed it onto the vanity to prowl closer.

“The only gift you’re getting to unwrap tonight is me,” Lena informed her wife with hooded eyes and a pout that promised filthy things. “Happy Hanukkah, Kara.”

“Golly, you’re right about that, and I get to play with you all night,” Kara groaned, her cock already hard just from tugging the zipper down on Lena’s dress.

Lena slid the garter belt from her hips and removed her panties while Kara watched. Her pussy glistened and she glanced down at the wet center of her thong. She knew that she was unlikely to make good on her earlier promise once Kara noticed the sheen of arousal all over her cunt.

Kara slipped her fingers into it right away and concentrated their gentle swirl over Lena’s clit. They hadn’t even closed the curtain to their suite, and Kara was already pushing inside of her by the light of the Christmas tree.

“Did I mention you’re also on my Christmas wish list?” Kara asked and kissed at the dip in her throat above her clavicles.

Lena sucked in a breath that Kara would feel against her lips and exhaled a soft moan. “What a coincidence. You’re at the top of mine.”

“What else is on it?” Kara muttered into the deep mark of her teeth and sucked on that spot to make Lena’s breath catch again.

Lena slyly eyed Kara’s pants and slipped her cock out. The dripping glans more than filled her hand, and she pulled on it until more arousal pushed out of it. “Is there any polite way to beg you to spend the entire weekend giving me cream pies?”

“Chocolate or banana?” Kara asked way too seriously and instilled immediate panic in Lena’s heart. She smiled just in time to save their marriage and positioned Lena on a cushioned bench seat by the window.

Lena seized the chance to put her lips on Kara’s cock. She just about licked away the excitement when Kara pushed a hand under her chin and redirected her attention. Kara maneuvered her onto her knees and aligned herself with Lena’s entrance. It took them a few thrusts to get in sync and then Lena was pushing back to slide Kara’s shaft as deep as her pussy could take it. She savored the first strokes and the slow massage she received from Kara’s tip.

“Fuck, darling, you’re going to leave me dripping, aren’t you?” Lena whined from the inner friction and the convenient placement of Kara’s hand against her cunt.

Kara cupped her warm mound while thrusting and sought out her clit with two fingertips. “So many times. What else should I do when you’re so horny that you’re begging me to fill you?”

“Be rougher, hold my waist firmly, and don’t stop thrusting until you’re satisfied,” Lena instructed without an ounce of shame about moaning loudly.

They rutted in front of the window and all over the suite before they came to the bed. Lena stretched out on her back with her legs folded up and Kara slipped a hand onto the back of her neck to keep her focused. Lena contracted in passionate orgasm around Kara’s thickness, and then her back cramped from totally giving into her pleasure. She needed the sexual release so bad that she contorted in all kinds of ways without a care.

“We’re going to have a very happy marriage if this is how you plan to treat me for the rest of our lives,” Lena murmured, her dulcet tones raspy from all the moaning she had done. She moved with lazy undulations and stared at Kara with glazed and unfocused eyes that rolled back with the constant movement of her mate’s hips.

“Oh, I guarantee it,” Kara confirmed with a grin that fell from her lips when her jaw tensed in pleasure. She bent low over Lena to fully work her quads and pressed her face into the slope of her claimed neck with a groan of ecstasy. “I can feel how much you love me from the way you clench–”

Lena was proud of that and went so far as to clamp wetly around Kara’s shaft with controlled pulsations that resulted in the alpha straining to get deeper. They rocked insistently together, sharing breath along with languid kisses while Kara spread her with a knot that refused to stop growing. Neither of them was willing to relent to its obscene size, and Kara let Lena mount her while facing the window. She spread her legs out in a wide stance and sank down on Kara’s cock with a new entitlement to it.    


“Fuck, Kara. You’re so aroused and I’ve never felt this full.”   


The position allowed her to bounce her cunt on Kara's huge erection. She bit her lip and went at her own pace, nice and slow so that Kara's larger shaft could slide all the way in without stretching her too much too soon or causing an ache. Her tits moved from her efforts to keep a consistent speed and Kara brought her hands up to squeeze them both. She sank down faster to the wet slap of her pussy against Kara's lap.

Soon the knot slipped inside of her and wouldn’t budge, and Lena was surprised at how long it continued to hold. The next morning, she could feel that knot, and even on Christmas, she woke up with the phantom sensation that Kara was still inside her.

At that point, they were the first up in the house and Kara did knot her before they ate breakfast and opened presents.

They wandered downstairs to find they were alone, and they made out until Lena heard her mother clearing her throat.

Lena begrudged having to part from her mate. She scowled petulantly at her mother, who looked back at her with a shrewd expression.

“Ah, sorry, I might be taking extra liberties with the mistletoe,” Kara explained to cut the tension and waved vaguely with a bashful grin that was purely to disarm Lillian before she lectured Lena on propriety.

“There’s no mistletoe in here,” Lillian pointed out with a quiet chuckle and glanced up so that their attention would be drawn to the bare ceiling. “I know because I hung it all myself.”

Kara stepped back and motioned to her shirt, which did indeed have a mistletoe pattern on the front of it, along with holly berries and candy canes.

It was, by all rights, an abomination of a shirt, no matter how festive. Lena had been against it the second she saw it in Kara’s suitcase, but now that it proved useful, she found herself warming up to it - and not just because Kara looked adorable in it.

Lena huffed at the absurdity of being scolded for kissing when they were married. “You know most mothers would be pleased to see their daughter happy.”

“And I am,” Lillian sang out and approached them both with a radiant smile and reaching hands. She cupped each of their cheeks respectfully, and then her smile turned wry. “So happy. But I’d be happier if I knew my kitchen wasn’t at risk of being contaminated with your love.”

Mortified by her mother’s assumptions that they couldn’t control themselves, Lena recoiled into Kara’s arms and begged, “Please get me away from her before she finds a way to ruin the honeymoon we aren’t even on yet.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” Lillian chided and fetched herself a glass of orange juice. “I think it’s wonderful that you can’t keep your hands off each other. Your father and I are exactly the sa–”

“Save me from hearing this or I’ll be scarred for life,” Lena wailed, much to Kara’s amusement.

Without missing a beat, Kara covered Lena’s ears and directed her out of the kitchen to the sound of Lillian cackling. They slipped into the living room where the biggest tree resided, and they were soon joined by the rest of their family.

Esmé trotted in still clad in her festive footie pajamas, and Lex waved her over to the tree to dig through the presents until she found one of the gifts he bought her. Her little gasp of joy brought grins to everyone’s faces, and she held up the box to exclaim, “Lex got me the moon!”

“Technically it’s just a few rocks, but you’re never too young to enjoy science,” Lex stated and handed over another gift that turned out to be a little mechanical rover that Esmé would have to build.

“Something tells me my brother might end up wanting kids after all,” Lena whispered through a smile as she watched Lex help Esmé open up the box to begin building the rover.

“Either that or he’s going to be a great babysitter one day,” Kara teased and nuzzled into the claim on Lena’s throat.

“One day,” Lena stressed, in spite of how amenable her omega was to Kara’s persuasive scent. Pups were the last thing on Lena’s mind, but she was more than happy to practice making them for the foreseeable future.