Christmas Morning with a Goddess (Patreon)

I kneel in front of the fireplace, the warmth of the flames reflecting off my skin and the Christmas lights twinkling behind me. The red lingerie hugs every curve of my body, every muscle I’ve spent the past year perfecting. I catch you staring, and I smirk—you’ve been doing that a lot lately, haven’t you? But I don’t blame you. How could you not?

“Remember last Christmas?” I ask, tilting my head slightly, my voice soft but carrying an edge of command. “I was smaller than you back then. It’s funny to think about now, isn’t it? How different things were. I used to look up at you, but now…” I trail off, letting my words hang in the air as I rise slightly, the sheer size of me towering over you even as I kneel. “Now, you’re the one who has to look up at me.”

I lean forward just a bit, the muscles in my arms and abs flexing with the motion, and rest my hands on my thighs. “I hope you got me everything on my list,” I say, my tone playful but with a warning underneath. “Because if you didn’t, well… there will be consequences. And you don’t want to find out what happens when I’m not pleased.”

You fidget slightly, and I grin, loving the mix of awe and nervousness in your eyes. “But don’t worry,” I continue, my voice softening just a little. “Your gift is already here. It’s me. Being in my presence, serving me, worshiping me—that’s all you’ll ever need.”

I sit back slightly, running my fingers along the intricate lace of my lingerie, the motion deliberate, calculated. “And if you’ve been really, really good,” I say, locking eyes with you, “maybe I’ll let you unwrap me. But only if I’m satisfied with what you’ve brought for me. Do you think you’ve earned it?”

I tilt my head again, waiting, watching as you struggle to find the words. The silence between us is thick with tension, broken only by the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of the Christmas tree behind me. I lean closer once more, my voice dropping lower. “Remember, this isn’t just a holiday—it’s a chance to prove yourself. To show me how devoted you really are. Because a goddess like me deserves nothing less than absolute devotion.”

I smirk again, leaning back fully now, crossing my arms as my muscles ripple with the motion. “So, tell me,” I say, my tone teasing but firm. “Do you think you’ve earned your gift this year? Or do you need to work a little harder to prove you’re worthy of unwrapping me?”