I've never really thought about repeating a post. But I was told recently that GWA has a turnover of citizens that's less than a year in a lot of cases. So a seasonal repost wouldn't be out of order. Because this one is seasonal - I actually missed Xmas Eve when I originally posted it (blush). So since we're getting close to the Season (if not in it already) I figured I might as well put it up again for this year. If that offends any here I'll take no ill of it, and feel none if the Gods of this place take it down.
But for what it's worth, this is both seasonal and part of THE KAT-ALOGUE - a series of tales about the succubus Kateralziban. I have a horrible (heh - or not horrible at all (blush)) feeling they're going to turn into a novel some time :-). But this is something Kat gets up to on Xmas Eve every year.
The original posting, along with a link to the amazing Reading of it by /u/RecycledRose, is here:
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'TWAS THE KAT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - ORIGINAL POSTING
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and if anyone new out there wants to take a look at any of my other scripts - mostly to see how not to write such things (blushes again) - they're here:
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List of Lists
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So here it is. The Christmas tree lights are twinkling, but it's a cold, cold night - and in more ways than one. Over to y'all...
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'TWAS THE KAT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
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I can’t see them right now, but I know downstairs the Christmas tree lights are blinking out their soul-less, but patient message of good cheer. The rain falling on the window tries its best to make things miserable. And I can’t see him – but I know what he’s doing. Of course, he wouldn’t do it if I was there, but the amber on the whisky bottle is a plimsoll line of the joy he never feels this time of year, but never talks about.
I hear his feet on the stair. I throw the sheet off the bed – off me.
The door opens, and I smile. The red lace covers just enough of me to be interesting, and reveals just enough to let him know he doesn’t have to ask. The pain slides out of his eyes, and they light up. Red lace – it never fails. Especially tonight. I wink. “Merry Christmas, honey.” For a moment, he looks confused, but only a moment. Red lace and hard nipples will do that to most any man, and after all, I’m his wife.
He moves towards the bed, the confusion gone and his own eyes grinning. “Hey, tiger. Slow down.” I grin, so he knows everything’s fine. I lie back against the pillow I’ve bunched up against the wall. I grin again. “Don’t you know it takes time to unwrap your present?” I lift one leg, bending my knee. I slide the other leg across the bed, opening wide. I tug at the laces holding my red lace panties on. The bow slips easily, and I pull the panties free. My hand drifts up over my stomach, fingers dancing slowly. My eyes never leave his as I cup my breast under the red lace, tease the nipple even harder. My eyes smile as I pull on it, stretching it out – twisting. I know how much he likes that, and the bulge in his pants proves it again.
I raise my eyebrows. “What about my present, honey? I think it could do with unwrapping.” Of course, he’s a man, so spelling ‘tease’ is a bit beyond him. Like every night he knows we’ve been married, he’s naked in less time than it takes me to work my other nipple into a steel bullet. But that’s fine. His cock is hard, and he’s ready. He moves to the bed again, but I tell him to stay just where he is. My hand drifts down over my stomach, drifts between my legs. I ghost my fingers over my clit, and I shiver. My eyes never leave his as my fingers drift into my slit, and my hips work on them. I push into me, stroking, my thumb on my clit. I smile. “You always loved this, didn’t you?” He groans, and his cock jerks.
I pull my fingers out of my cunt, and I suck them clean. Then I drift my hand down, and I slide them into my slit. I wink. “Feeling hungry, honey?” I pull my fingers out, and they glisten in the candle light. The Christmas tree lights would be jealous, if they had anything to be jealous with. He smiles wider, and he comes over to the bed. I raise my hand to his mouth, and his tongue comes out. He licks – just the very tip of my fingers. I shiver again. He bites my fingertips – oh, so gently. Then he swallows me. His tongue slides round my fingers and over them as he licks my taste. I reach up and pull his head down, to taste me from his tongue. He kisses me, and his tongue slides into my mouth. My other hand reaches down and takes hold of his cock. “Hey, handsome. I think this needs wrapping up. What do you think?” He starts to slide on top of me, but I push back against his chest. “No, honey. Not that way. You always wanted my ass, love.” I smile. “Merry Christmas.” I roll over, and reach back. I pull my ass cheeks wide open. I can’t see his face, but I bet it’s smiling wider than my cunt. I feel the tip of his cock pressing at my ass hole – and I let it open.

I watch him sleep. The sheen of sweat on him glistens – more competition for the Christmas tree lights. I relax, and in the mirror the reflection of his wife disappears. I slide out of the bed carefully, so my wings don’t hit him, wake him. She died ten years ago, on Christmas Eve. But he was with her tonight. Not with me – with her. At least, that's all his spirit knows. And he won’t remember tonight when he wakes up. But he’ll know he can smile – even if just for this Christmas.
I grin. What the boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And if it’s hard for something almost-all-powerful and almost-omniscient to not know something, he tries real hard to make sure he doesn’t anyway. Bastard tried to stop me one year. Dumb-fuck. He may be a fucking Fallen Angel, but he’s still a male. Sort of, anyway. We had every damned harpy, every hell-maid and every dead girlfriend and ex-wife on his ass. He didn’t stand a fucking chance. So now he makes damn sure he doesn’t know a damn thing, and if he doesn’t like it – well, he can go to hell. At least, he could if he wasn’t there already.
I feel the shiver in what humans call Reality as Jendrazani opens the portal. It’s time to go. Santa I ain’t, and I don't have a sleigh, but I got a whole lotta riding to do before tonight’s done. And unlike Santa, naughty or nice – I don’t give a shit, though I give a lot of fucks. So sleep tight out there. ‘Cos I’m the Kat before Christmas – and for this one night, you’re gonna stop crying inside because of some damn thing you did, or someone did, or something that happened. Because it’s Christmas Day tomorrow – and one of us is gonna be coming tonight.
Merry Christmas. Whoever you are.