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My heart was racing as I got out of the car, still dressed fully in camo. It had been almost a year. I couldn’t be more excited.

It was a warm summer evening, the sun still beaming overhead, although it wouldn’t be for too much longer. The house didn’t look too different from what I could remember, although it seemed Ian had done quite a bit of expansion on the garden. Carnations and tulips adorned either side of the front porch. After slowly meandering down the stone brick path to our house, I took a small detour to kneel down and give the flowers a smell, then stood back up and walked up onto the porch, up to the front door.

I reached out my paw to knock, but hesitated a moment. My mind was racing in such a flurry of excitement that I found myself short of breath. Ten straight months of combat missions, and only now when faced with the task of returning home were my nerves hitting me so intensely. How was that supposed to make any sense? I suppose nothing’s ever made me quite as excitable as Ian.

Finally gathering enough courage, I slowly and gently rapped on the door. Knock, knock, knock. I waited as patiently as I could, fiddling with my thumbs and tapping my foot.

Then the door creaked open, and I was greeted by my favorite sight in the whole wide world.

“Hey there, big guy,” Ian said, smiling brightly up at me—I was well over a foot taller than him, so he had to tilt his gaze up at quite a high angle. “Took you long enough to get to the front door.”

“You were watching me?!” I uttered, letting out a groan and shaking my head. “Why didn’t you come out?”

“I thought about it, but...I was too busy ogling at that big dopey grin on your face,” the stocky human teased, giving me a playful smirk, then spreading his arms open wide and wrapping them tightly around me, resting his head against my chest. “You really missed me, didn’t you?” he asked softly.

I smiled down at him and wrapped my arms around him in turn, holding him close to me. “Of course I missed you. You were on my mind every single day.”

“Aww, you’re too sweet,” Ian cooed, propping himself up on his toes and planting a gentle kiss on my lips. I kissed him back softly, closing my eyes as I tightened my grip on him, my paws rubbing along his back. Throughout my whole time away—or any of the times I’ve been away, for that matter—there was never anything I found myself missing quite as much as this.

“Looks as though you’ve been missing me too,” I commented with a small chuckle.

“Ehh. Maybe a little bit,” the human mused casually. I shot a disappointed glare down at him, which he returned a moment later with an amused giggle. “Jeez, I’m just kidding, you big stupid lion.” He slipped out of my arms and grabbed my paw, tugging me along after him as he started down the hall. “Come on Hunter! I’ve got a lot I wanna show you.”

“Alright, alright! I’m coming,” I said with a chuckle as I stumbled after him, smiling at my wonderful husband. He hadn’t changed one bit, I quickly realized. His sense of humor was as dry as ever.

Ian showed me around our house, proudly displaying a few renovations he’d worked on since I was last home. After we were done, he directed me up to our bedroom on the top floor. “Why don’t you go shower and change into something more comfortable?” he suggested, starting towards the kitchen himself. “I’ll go get dinner cooking, and it’ll be done by the time you’re ready!”

“Alright!” I replied enthusiastically, heading to the bathroom and turning the water on. I turned the knob all the way to the left, as hot as it would go, just how I liked it. The water started pouring out, and I stepped in after letting it heat up for a moment, emitting a soft moan as the steaming stream of water gushed down over my body, soaking into my fur.

It had been quite a while since I’d been able to have such a relaxing shower. Knowing that Ian’s dinner preparations would probably take a while—and that he hated it when I walked in before a masterpiece of his was fully constructed—I decided to take my time, spending about 40 minutes showering in total. Reaching down, I gave my cock a few idle strokes, quickly growing hard. I could’ve continued, and I’d have blown my load rather quickly considering how pent up I was, but I forced myself to stop. There was little doubt in my mind that we’d be going at it pretty hard later tonight, and I wanted to save it for Ian.

Finally I turned the water off, figuring that it was probably about time I got back downstairs to my husband. I shook my body as vigorously as I could, forcing much of the water out of my fur, then stepped out of the shower and grabbed a large blue towel from the towel rack on the wall to finish drying off with.

I then turned to the mirror, using my towel to clean away the fogginess. Staring back at me was a large, beefy lion with a shaggy black mane, a wide muzzle, stern blue eyes and more war wounds than I could count. When’s the last time I looked at myself in the mirror? I asked myself, shaking my head dismally. I couldn’t remember my body having nearly as many scars as it did now. Studying my features, I could even observe how much more gruff and aged I appeared. Five years married, and nearly ten since I first joined the military. Time had flown by so quickly, and I could only guess at how much of it had been spent at home with Ian, rather than out on duty.

Suddenly I felt rather guilty.

I grabbed a comb and started brushing it through my thick mane. I wanted to look nice for Ian, especially if my time home before my next mission was limited. Every moment counts. They’re all precious to me.

I decided I would tell him the news later that night.

As soon as my mane was looking sexy enough to meet my specifications, I left the bathroom and made my way into our bedroom, where I looted my dresser for a change of clothes—a black tank-top and shorts, loose-fitting like I preferred and perfect for the rather humid summer weather. Before leaving I took a quick gander around our bedroom—a few small things had been moved around it seemed, but everything was as neat and well-kempt as always. Ian, unlike me, was a neat-freak to the most extreme extent.

“You never change, do you, Ian?” I said aloud as if he were there, letting out a loud chuckle to accompany my remark.

A minute later I arrived back downstairs and in the dining room, where I was greeted with a display of food magnificent both visually and to my nostrils. I could already feel my tastebuds tingling in anticipation.

“Just in time!” Ian chimed happily, smiling at me and taking a seat on the opposite end of the table. “Dinner is served. Did you have a good shower?”

“I did!” I replied enthusiastically, “and wow, babe...you’ve really outdone yourself this time. This looks absolutely amazing.”

“Well by all means, dig in, you big hunk,” he said with a giggle, starting to serve himself.

I took a seat and quickly got to work dishing a mountain of food onto the plate in front of me. I first cut out a large piece of the potato casserole—one of Ian’s special recipes, although after being gone for so long, it smelled even more delicious than I recalled. Following that, I poured myself a healthy serving of chicken soup, then scooped up some steamed veggies to drop onto my plate as well. Ian did me the courtesy of pouring me a glass of fine red wine. We toasted to each other with a small tink from our glasses, took a drink, and then began digging in.

I was planning to carry on a conversation with Ian and eat slowly, but alas, I couldn’t help it. From my first bite of the potato casserole, I was absolutely hooked—it tasted amazing. My whole plate of food was voraciously devoured in a matter of minutes.

Ian chuckled at my messy eating habits, recognizing them as one of the many things that never seemed to improve with time. In response I simply gathered myself another plateful of food, and then another after that, before Ian could so much as ponder the possibility of getting another helping for himself. A big lion like me had to stay well fed, of course. Thankfully, Ian had made plenty, knowing full well how much I could eat.

Only after we were both as full as could be did we finally start talking, or really talking, that is. I leaned back in my chair and lazily rubbed my gut with a paw—what was usually well-defined muscle had temporarily become rather bloated and round-feeling—all the while happily listening to my husband as he caught me up on everything that had happened while I was away.

He spent a while telling me some stories—some funny, others more serious. Most of them naturally centered around his journalism, which I was eager to hear about, even if some of the stories were a bit distressing.

“Hun...I worry about you when you take dangerous stories like that,” I replied softly, giving him a look of concern. “I know getting the inside scoop is important, but I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Says my husband in the military,” Ian quipped, rolling his eyes at me and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Realizing how twisted my reasoning was, I sank back in my chair and gazed down timidly at my feet.

“I’m sorry...that was a dumb thing for me to say,” I apologized quietly.

He reached a hand across the table and placed it on my paw, giving me a warm, empathetic look in the eyes. “I promise, I’ll take precautions and be safe, Hunter. I may not be as big and strong as you are, but I can still hold my own and take care of myself.”

I smiled back at him and nodded understandingly. “Thank you, Ian.”

After a while we switched roles, and I told him a bit about my mission and some of the things I had experienced while away on active duty. He sat back and listened carefully to everything I had to say, his beautiful, loving eyes carefully trained on my face. I could see it in his eyes, how happy he was to have me home.

“Well...it’s about that time of night, isn’t it?” Ian eventually said, after we had been chatting for a while.

I smirked and gave him a wink, a gesture which he returned with a coyish grin. “Let’s head up to bed, then,” I said.

Just as he stood up, I came over and swooped my arms under him, scooping him up like a princess in my arms. He let out a small giggle, giving me a warm smile. I smiled back as I started up the stairs, eventually taking a turn into our bedroom. I skillfully closed the door behind me while Ian was still in my arms, then placed him down on the bed and lowered myself on top of him, quickly leaning in to place a deep, passionate kiss on his lips.

“Mmmpphh…” he moaned out softly. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, growling playfully as I wrestled it against his, easily overpowering him. Either I was much, much stronger, or he submitted to me willingly and eagerly—likely both at once, I suspected. In any case, I was more than happy to take the reins with him, and the moment was absolutely blissful.

“I’ve missed you so much, little one,” I whispered softly, pulling away from his mouth after a long few moments. My paws gently rubbed and squeezed along his shoulders as I gazed down into his eyes tenderly.

“You know it bothers me when you call me that,” Ian jested with a small grin and a blush.

While that nickname was certainly successful at making my hubby flustered, I knew for a fact he loved it.

“Well, I’m not lying, am I now?” I said with a chuckle, glancing down at each of our bodies and noting the obvious size difference between them.

“Of course not, hun,” Ian mumbled softly, smiling.

“Good,” I cooed with a smirk, “now why don’t we get down to business? It’s been much too long.” I leaned up in bed and pulled the relatively small human up as well, so we were both kneeling in front of one another. I slipped my paws under his shirt and pulled it up over his head, rendering his stocky form bare. I pulled my own tank-top off afterwards, then gently leaned into Ian once more, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close to me as I planted another deep kiss on his lips. Our bare chests were pressed firmly together, an amalgamation of warmth and passion brewing between us as we made out. I closed my eyes, as did Ian, both of us cocooned in the moment’s bliss.

With our lips still locked together, Ian’s hands drifted down my chest with submissive curiosity. They gently traced along my muscular form, sifting through my somewhat coarse fur and worshipping my remarkably beefy stature.

After a few more minutes of making out, I pulled away and brought my head slightly downwards, leaning into his neck to start kissing him there instead, coaxing a soft moan out of him. My paws reached down to his crotch, gently gripping onto the tent in his shorts and giving it a squeeze. I could feel his erection throbbing excitedly from within, eager to be let out from its restricting fabric cage. I of course would, but not quite yet. It was fun to keep him waiting, and continue teasing him in the meantime.

Eventually the human’s small, eager hands came across my own bulge, throbbing beneath my shorts. I let out a soft groan as he rubbed it, my lips still busy making love to his neck. I opened my maw and gave his neck some very gentle nibbles as well, proceeding with the utmost carefulness—I knew my sharp fangs could easily break skin if they bit too hard.

Briefly retracting my paws, I slipped them into the elastic waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled downward, dragging them down my hips. My thick, veiny cock flopped out, already fully hard and throbbing intensely as it prodded against Ian’s middle.

I slowly pulled my lips away from Ian, allowing him to look down and see what was rubbing up against his bare stomach. He blushed deeply, tilting his gaze back up to me with a semi-embarrassed sort of smile, knowing full well I would be cramming every last inch of it into him by the end of the hour. I smiled back warmly, then repositioned myself so I was leaning back against our bed’s headboard, my legs kicked out in front of me with my shorts and underwear still hanging off my ankles. I kicked them off and waved Ian over to me, inviting him to come give me head as I idly stroked my excited cock, teasing him.

He got onto his hands and knees and crawled over timidly, his eager gaze locked onto my face the whole time, that same sheepish smile still stuck on it. He gently wrapped his hands around my girth and, pointing it up towards his mouth, he let the tip slide past his lips.

“Nnnggghhh...that’s good, just like that,” I moaned out softly, placing a paw on Ian’s head, ruffling his hair. He slowly began to bob his head up and down on my length, taking in as much as he could muster without gagging. I could feel his tongue lapping around my veins, tasting over every inch of my thick rod of meat. Precum began to ooze out from the tip, leaking into Ian’s mouth. He gulped it down eagerly and let out a soft, passionate whine, his eyes still lovingly trained up at me the whole time.

After a few minutes he pulled his mouth off. He lapped his tongue around my tip, slurping up all the leaking fluids, then slowly dragged it down along my length, until he reached my large, fuzzy nuts. He took a moment to stuff his face in close, inhaling deeply and getting a good whiff of my rather strong musky scent, before going back to using that wonderful tongue of his. He slurped all around each of the musky orbs, even taking one of them into his mouth—or at least as much of it as he could fit—and sucking on it.

All the while, I was simply leaning against the headboard and relaxing, my head lolling back lazily as I groaned and grunted in pleasure. It took every ounce of focus I could muster to hold myself back from cumming right then and there.

I decided it was time to be a bit more domineering with Ian. With a gentle but firm grip, I eased his head back up to my cock. “Get back to sucking, now,” I said simply, grinning down at him. With a deep red blush on his cheeks, he nodded and opened his mouth again, taking in my member.

“Gooooood,” I cooed teasingly, “just where you belong, submitting to your lion superior like a good little human.”

I kept both my paws firmly wrapped around the sides of Ian’s head, guiding him up and down at my own pace. Amidst a lustful haze of moans from both of us, I started picking up speed bit by bit, sliding my length a bit further in with each bob of his head. He began to gag as my dick started prodding at the back of his throat, but he managed to hold himself steady and keep sucking, drool trailing down his lips in abundance.

After a few more minutes I was at my limit, the warm, slick feeling of Ian’s mouth driving me to my climax. With a loud groan of pleasure, I hilted my cock as far down Ian’s throat as it could go. It pulsed intensely inside his mouth as my cum came gushing out of the tip and down his gullet. He gagged once again, gulping down as much of my creamy load as he could, but much of it started spilling out from his mouth, getting onto his face and my crotch. I gently pulled his head off, my cock slipping out and flopping down onto my stomach with a wet plop. Ian collapsed onto me, coughing and gasping for breath.

“How was that, little one?” I huffed out softly, gently petting his forehead.

“It w-was a-amaz-z-zing…” he stuttered out weakly, finding the strength to roll his gaze up towards me, a dopey smile on his face.

“Good, because we’ve barely even started,” I smirked. I slipped my paws under his arms and pulled him up to me, placing a passionate kiss on his lips as I slipped his butt onto my lap. Despite having just unloaded into Ian’s mouth, my cock was still hard and throbbing, eager for more attention.

I grabbed Ian’s shorts and underwear by the waistband, pulling them down his legs and off, finally allowing his hard, throbbing cock—certainly much smaller than mine, but still well-endowed for Ian’s size—to breath freely. Then I slipped a couple fingers into my mouth, coating them in my saliva and then reaching down to Ian’s ass. I rubbed the two clawed digits against his hole, gently prodding one in, then both at once, fingering him to slicken him up in preparation.

“Such a tight hole,” I cooed out softly, retracting my paw and then firmly gripping one of his cheeks in each of my paws, positioning him above my throbbing member. “You ready for me to stretch you out and fill you up, little one?”

Too flustered to speak, Ian simply nodded, an expression equally excited and embarrassed covering his face.

With no further ado, I lowered his ass onto my cock. I let out a stifled grunt in pleasure as I felt his tight ass grip onto the tip of my cock, slowly spreading him open. Ian moaned out loudly.

“Damn...nnnggghh!” I groaned out as my thickness sunk deep into him. He slowly began to bob up and down on my hips, and I moved my paws to his sides, holding him and guiding his movements.

As Ian rode me, he gently leaned forward, his hands gripping onto my shoulders. I leaned my head towards him as well, meeting his lips in a deep, passionate kiss as he rode me. My cock throbbed excitedly within him as he slowly picked up speed.

Eventually I gripped onto his sides firmly, bringing his ride to a halt and then slowly pulling him off my cock. “Not too rough, is it?” I asked out of concern.

“N-no! You’re fine, big guy,” Ian answered softly, huffing and smiling shyly at me.

“Alright, good, just making sure...how about a change of position, hun,” I cooed softly, grinning at him. He nodded with a blush and smile in response, seemingly already having the right idea in his head as he got down onto his hands and knees, pointing his rear out in my direction. He knew exactly how I liked it.

“Gooooood,” I mumbled softly, getting onto my knees. I scooted up to his ass, once again giving each of his cheeks a teasing squeeze before spreading them out and slipping my cock between them like a hot dog. I grinded my length back and forth between his cheeks for a few moments, before finally aligning my tip with his hole and pressing into him again, letting out a loud groan. I gripped onto his hips with my paws and wasted no time picking up speed, quickly beginning to hammer into him with powerful thrusts.

“Nnngghhh…” Ian grunted, panting heavily with each forceful thrust, my hips slapping against his ass. “F-fuck...h-harder…” he mumbled.

“You want it harder?” I huffed out, grinning down at him as I continued slamming into his tight ass. “Beg me for it.”

“H-harder, f-fuck me h-harder!” he yelped out, barely able to speak coherently through his panting and moaning.

“C-certainly,” I gasped out, struggling to speak myself. The pleasure was overwhelming and absolutely blissful, and I knew Ian felt the same. I began ramming my dick into him harder and faster, the intensity nearly doubling in a matter of seconds.

I took my paws away from his hips and wrapped them around Ian’s middle instead, leaning over him. My thrusts became shorter but much quicker and no less forceful.

“I’m g-gonna cum!” Ian gasped out from beneath me.

“Fffffuck...m-me too,” I stuttered out, huffing heavily and moaning with each thrust. “On three...one...two…”

I never got to three.

Thrusting in as hard and deep as I could go, I let out a deafening roar of pleasure. For the second time that night I released a massive, gushing load of lion cum into my husband, hearing him moan out below me as well. His own cock spurted out several bursts of cum onto his stomach and the bed below, impressively driven to climax completely hands-free.

After a long moment of pleasureful release, our collective orgasm finally diminished and came to a stop. Panting heavily, I pulled my cock out of Ian’s ass, and grinned as I saw the rather sloppy mess I had left behind there.

Ian rolled over onto his back and sprawled his limbs out lazily, still gasping for air and using his forearm to wipe the sweat off his brow. “D-damn…” he mumbled softly.

“You said it,” I huffed out tiredly, nodding my head in agreement. I layed down on my stomach, resting my tired head between Ian’s thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I was reminded of the white, sloppy mess covering Ian’s stomach and privates, and I decided it was only fair I helped him clean up. With a smirk on my face, I started lapping up all the cum along his junk, tenderly licking at his hairy balls and then dragging my tongue up his still semi-hard length. Once I got to the tip I slipped it in my mouth, quickly taking his whole cock into my mouth—a rather easy fit, of course—and sucking on it diligently, letting out a soft moan as I gulped down his spent fluids.

“Thank you, big guy,” Ian said with a small chuckle, smiling down at me. I smiled back up at him, a light blush on my cheeks as I pulled off his cock and moved up to his stomach, starting to lick his jizz off of there as well. My mouth was too preoccupied to reply, but I was sure my expression said it all.

“I love you so much,” Ian mumbled to me softly, reaching a hand down and gently petting my head, sifting his fingers through my mane.

“I love you too, Ian,” I replied after I had finished cleaning up, scooting up towards him until I was face to face with him. I leaned in and planted a soft, tender kiss on his lips, wrapping my arms around him and hugging his warm, naked body close to my own.

I stuffed a couple pillows beneath my head, then rested on my back, allowing Ian to wrap his arms around my middle and rest his head on my soft, fuzzy chest, his own pillow. We stayed together like that in bed for a while, simply cuddling the night away.

“Ian…” I eventually mumbled softly, breaking the silence.

He tilted his gaze up at me, a curious expression on his face. “Yeah? What’s up, big guy?”

“There’s something I wanna tell you,” I said quietly, looking down at him with a stern expression. I let out a deep sigh and paused for a long moment, unsure of exactly how to articulate my words. I couldn’t quite understand my apprehension—what I had to tell him was something I’d made my mind up about a long time ago, but being faced with finally telling Ian myself, I felt a small surge of anxiety course through me. Telling him was what would solidify my plan into reality. No amount of thinking or pondering had the same ability to change both our lives in the way my soon-spoken words could.

But I knew what I had to say. What I wanted to say. How I wanted to live from now on.

“One more mission,” I said simply, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “Then I’m done.”

“Wait...what?” Ian uttered softly. His eyes were peering up at me with a look of slight disbelief glimmering within them. This clearly wasn’t what he was expecting. “Are you...for real?”

“Yeah, I’m for real,” I affirmed softly, shaking my head and letting out another sigh. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved my time in the military, and serving has always been a pleasure for me. But I feel bad, Ian. I’ve missed out on so much of life back home, with my friends, my family...and especially you, Ian. It doesn’t feel fair to you to limit our time together to only a few short instances throughout the years. And I’ve missed you so much…and….”

I gulped down hard and closed my eyes, trying to hide the tears that were welling up in them.

“Hey…” Ian said softly, scooting up and lying on his side, his head now resting on the pillow beside my own. He grabbed my arm and gently tugged, trying to get me to move to face him. I slowly turned onto my side as well and timidly opened my eyes. Tears slowly streamed down my face as I looked him in the eyes, carefully watching the tender and compassionate expression on Ian’s face.

“I’ve never once felt like you were being unfair to me, Hunter,” my husband said earnestly, gently resting a hand on my cheek and wiping my tears away. “I know how much your military service means to you, and only being able to see you so often has just allowed me to cherish the times we do get to spend together all the more.”

“Yeah?” I replied quietly. I couldn’t help but put on a small smile. “That’s so sweet…”

Ian smiled warmly at me. “That being said,” he began, “I’d absolutely love it if you were here more often.”

“I was thinking of transitioning to recruiting work,” I explained. “Y’know, going around to high schools and places like that, talking about the job, what it’s like, and trying to get some potentially new recruits interested.”

“That sounds like something you’d enjoy a lot,” Ian replied thoughtfully.

“I think it is,” I said, now beaming at my partner. He always knew exactly how to reassure me.

“Well then it sounds like a plan to me!” he said with a small giggle. He leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips.

“Mmmpphh…” I moaned softly, returning the kiss and wrapping my arms around him, hugging him as close to me as I could.

We started making out, and before I knew it, we were already busily engaged in another passionate round of lovemaking. Eventually we fell asleep, with me cradling my wonderful husband in my arms, and as my consciousness parted into the realm of dreams, I wore a big smile on my face, happily pondering our future.