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This story was written for Yui_olp as part of my themed patreon request day for October. This month's theme was "Cute and Cuddly", and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults set in the world of Zootopia. :3

First Night Home

Olivia clutched her husband's hand tightly as they stepped over the threshold of their home together. She reached out and flipped on the hallway light, sighing as she glanced at the slightly messy hallway, a pile of unread mail stacked up behind the door and preventing it from opening all the way. Emmitt saw her frustration, and squeezed her hand tenderly in his.

"Hey. You did an amazing job keeping things together while I was... away. Don't you dare act like I'm gonna be upset at you for not cleaning up the house."

They stepped inside and closed the door behind them, and immediately they were embracing. Olivia wept as she pressed her face to her husband's chest, and he too shed a few tears, making no effort to wipe them away from beneath the frames of his glasses, so glad to be home. So glad to be in his wife's arms and out of that hospital bed. So glad to be in his right mind once more.

"Tomorrow morning, before we go pick the kids up from my mother, I'll make sure the place is spotless, Liv. And y'know what you're gonna do?"

The female otter whimpered softly, raising her head and peering pleadingly into her husband's eyes.

"D-don't say sleeping in. I... I don't want to spend another minute alone in our bed. If you're awake, I want to be awake with you."

Emmitt chuckled softly, raising a hand and stroking his beautiful wife's face, wiping away a few of her tears with his thumb. He leaned in and planted a kiss on that now clear cheek, sighing happily.

"Okay. Okay, but... I'm the one doing the work. You just get to stand around and cast judgement on how terrible I am at it compared to you, okay?"

Olivia giggled, rising up on her tip-toes and nuzzling at the taller otter's face with her own.

"Deal. Now... come on. It's late. It's dark out, and I'm exhausted. All I want is to take my man to bed with me, curl up in his arms, and never let go."

She blushed as the whispers she uttered as they nuzzled one another trailed off into a gentle peck of a kiss. A kiss that was met by the male's own lips and extended, drawn out more tenderly and yet deeply. Soon both of Emmitt's hands were on her face, and her arms in turn were around his neck. They stood together, rocking ever so slightly back and forth as they made out in a way they hadn't been able to for months and months. Then, all at once, their lips parted with a mutual moan of breathless longing. Their eyes opened, peering deep into one another's own, and playful smiles crossed their muzzles.

Olivia was the first to say what they were both thinking.

"A-although... tired as I am, it would be a shame to waste the kids being out of the house overnight."

Emmitt ran a hand through his beautiful wife's hair, murmuring gently in agreement.

"And it's been far too long since I saw that look in your eyes, Liv. Far too long since we... s-since I last..."

His voice trailed off, and as their hands squeezed tighter and tighter still at the other otter's own, they began to move away from the front door and towards their small tundra-town home's stairwell. They were walking slowly, hand in hand at the base of the stairs, but by the time they were half way up it their little legs were moving at a much faster pace, and by the time they were on the upstairs landing both otters were squeaking softly as they ran as fast as their feet would carry them. They darted through the bedroom door, slamming it loudly behind them in their empty home, and then...

"Oh... Emmitt..."

Their clothes fell away from their bodies and the two otters dived beneath the covers of their bed like they were plunging into cool, fresh spring water. They lay there in the darkness, entirely surrounded by the warmth of their sheets, and clung to one another. Legs and arms encircled the other otter's body. Lips and noses met, kissing, nuzzling, tongues flicking out and teasing playfully together. Tails thrashed and twitched against their lover's own, and of course, as soon as Emmitt's body was ready, he slipped his hard member into his wife for the first time in months.

"Emmitt!"

That first time, there was no holding back. No stopping either one of them. They had missed each other in so many ways, missed being together in a normal sense even while Emmitt was recovering in hospital and his wife was able to visit him. They had never been alone. Never been able to just sit and talk without being reminded by their location of what had happened and how long it had taken for them to even get that far. Every moment they spent in the hospital served as an agonising reminder of the more than three months Emmitt had spent under the thrall of the nighthowlers, the enhanced toxin created by Bellwether's goons so potent that unlike the natural plants themselves there had been no hope of it wearing off without chemical intervention. But now, at last, they were free from those sterile hospital walls. Free from the constant reminders of what they had been through, and able now to focus on what truly mattered.

"I love you, Liv..."

Olivia screamed as Emmitt whispered feverishly to her, feeling his hips driving down against hers and his member straining, twitching, letting loose a long pent up flood of cum barely a minute after they had begun to mate. She clutched at him as he poured himself into her, grunting, gasping, cumming for the first time in what she only then realised was probably the entire duration of his hospitalisation. The first time in months that his body had achieved any sort of release and pleasure of this kind. Her back arched. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, and utterly overwhelmed by the knowledge of what her husband was flooding her with in that moment, what he had finally been able to let loose after so long waiting for both of them, she found herself flung into a frantic orgasm of her own alongside him.

"Oh Emmitt. My Emmitt. Yes!"

They fell limp together in that fevered climax's wake, but still they rested against one another, entwined, clinging with all that remained of their strength to the other otter. Olivia moaned and shivered happily as she felt her husband remaining deep inside of her, still twitching, still hard even after he had drained himself into her depths. And likewise, Emmitt huffed and gasped, feeling his wife's inner walls clinging to him and continuing to milk him even after he had offered up what had felt like every last drop he possessed to give her. They didn't speak. They just lay there, wrapped up in one another and lost in the joy of their closeness, their intimacy. They shivered and whimpered and kissed and touched, until mere minutes later, his head spinning and his body acting seemingly on instinct alone, Emmitt began to thrust all over again.

He mated his wife again, joyously driving her not to one but two more climaxes before sharing a third with her. Again they rested, again they refused to part, and another quarter of an hour or so, purely estimated of course in the pitch black and the heat beneath their sheets, he again began to rock and press his continuing, unabated erection into Olivia's eagerly receptive pussy.

Only occasionally did words slip through their lips, most of the time leaving the stifling, sex-scented air around them rich with their cries, moans, squeaks and chirrs, and of course the sounds of the bed creaking and their bodies pressing together, hot and wet and utterly unabashed. When they did speak though, it was almost always one of two things. Cries of their partner's name, or frantic, desperate pleas for this feeling, this night, this reunion of theirs never to end.

"Don't let go... d-don't ever... ever... ohh, Emmitt..."

There came a point where they weren't even moving any more. Their bodies so overwhelmed and overworked yet desperate for more that all the male otter needed to do was lie tightly pressed down against his wife, buried to the hilt inside of her with his cock twitching, throbbing as her walls squeezed and milked him in turn.

"Never, my flower. M-my sweet river orchid. Never, ever again."

Every now and then Olivia would cry out and tense up as she lost control, cumming hard around her husband's twitching member, and whether alongside her own orgasms or not, Emmitt would bark and grunt in bliss as he too let loose whenever his body demanded it, painting Olivia's insides with his virile seed over and over again as the night wore on around them.

It was nearly dawn by the time they stopped. The bedroom window, drapes having not been pulled shut in their haste to begin, let in the first rays of gathering light over the horizon and illuminated the Otterton's bed. The covers had long since been cast aside by then, resting on the floor nearby heavy and drenched in sweat, in moisture from their repeated, abundant passions. The otters themselves meanwhile were almost exactly where they had been all night, lying together face to face, hands now clasped together with fingers entwined as they stared at one another, revelling in the relatively recent ability to even begin to catch a glimpse of their partner in the no longer pitch black and observe the pleasure upon their face.

"One more..."

Olivia begged as her lovers hips slowly rocked back and forth, not really pulling out from within her but simply grinding his hips to hers, causing his cock and both their tails to twitch in near agonising over-stimulated excitement.

"J-just one more, Emmitt. Please."

They pushed themselves with everything they had. They fought for that last climax with every last fibre of their being, exhausted yet as desperate as ever. They inched closer and closer, whimpering, wordlessly begging with every ragged breath and soft chirp of ecstasy and longing to escape them. Finally though, with dawn now fully illuminating their bedroom and their brown furred, bare, trembling bodies, they saw the focused desperation on one another's faces blossoming into wide-eyed and desperate joy. They felt the fingers squeezing around and amongst their own pressing harder, clutching tighter. They felt their lover's nether regions twitching, clenching, convulsing and throbbing more urgently than their fatigued bodies could possibly have permitted through anything but pure, driven instinct.

"Olivia!"

"Emmitt!"

They whimpered breathlessly to one another in pure elation as one last pair of orgasms consumed them as one, sweeping them up together as they trembled and shivered and moaned their way through the shared rapture of those final few moments.

From start to finish, from the moment they dived into bed together to that last overwhelmed and overworked orgasm, that was how they spent Emmitt's first night home. They had been apart for so long they had both almost forgotten how it felt to share a bed with the love of their life, but now, at last, they remembered.

They remembered, and never again, no matter what they went through together from that day forth, would they ever let their spouse ever come close to forgetting that feeling. They would move heaven and earth, they would go savage, they would raze Zootopia to the ground if that was what it took. But never again would they allow themselves to be separated for so long, or to go so many months, weeks... even days without reminding one another in the most frantic, passionate, intimate terms, just how much they needed the other otter in their life.

By Jeeves

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