Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

Rouge the Bat and Thomas Adriani have been married for two years
and six months as of this chapter.

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Tom breathed in the evening air. He sat with his wife, enjoying
the sunset from the back of the mansion, comfortable seats having
replaced old stone benches. Stretching her wings, Rouge stood, taking
his hand. "I wanna go back inside now," she said, leading him to the
back door. Tom grabbed the knob.

Quickly, Rouge shoved the door closed. "Not yet."

"What?" he begged, his curiosity taking hold.

She explained, "there's something I want to do. Right now..." Pinning
her husband against the wall, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt,
kissing his stomach. Thomas was starting to develop solid muscles
from constant physical activity, sexual or otherwise. Sliding his
belt out from the pant loops, she took the zipper down.

"A quick bit of fun outdoors? Okay, I'm game," he said, undoing the
top buttons.

She replied, "not quite..." as she pulled his underwear down, fingers
embracing Tom's penis slowly, feeling it getting harder. Stroking
back the foreskin, the bat began to lick.

"WHOA! Oh... I thought you hated the taste?"

"It's time I stop being such a baby about it. Just relax..." she
commented, gently running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft.

Small clear droplets oozed from the opening. Running a thumb over it,
Rouge smeared the clear liquid out over him, using it to lubricate
while her hand stroked back and forth.

Pausing, Rouge remembered the taste. Anything with natural animal
protein was disagreeable with her, being a fruit bat and unable to
digest it. She would have to take care not to swallow. Courage
overriding both fear and good sense, the former thief wrapped her
lips around the head of his dick, being careful not to bite down.
Pushing spit forward, Rouge had the tip engulfed in a wet flood of
saliva while her tongue vigorously worked over every curve and gently
played with the opening.

"OH DAMN!" he shouted, hands back against the wall. "That feels
incredible!" Looking up at him, she winked playfully. Bracing herself
with her free hand, the right stroked slowly as she locked her knees,
bent and posed to keep her level. Her hand slid back and forth,
picking up pace. She absolutely hated the taste of his sperm and
wanted this over, but his groans somehow made this worth it.

Tom's hands rubbed her ears gently. "I'm gonna cum... right now!"
She took his warning, mouth popping free, spit dribbling out. He
shot load after load, thick globs of white splashing her muzzle,
eyes closed. Her hand continued to jerk her lover off, almost
involuntarily, only making him shoot further.

As it ended, she spat out on the ground, letting go of him. "You
like that?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied, "it was... damn good." Helping her stand, Tom put
himself away, zipping his fly. "You look bad, though," he commented,
noting the mess on her face.

"You tasted bad," she shot back.

He inquired, "then why'd you do this?"

Looking up at him, Rouge smiled. "I had to try."

The bat had lost most of her inhibitions when she'd met Tom. The
moral senses she kept in place that quieted most of her sluttier
urges, the ones that caused bats to be promiscuous. Marriage was
sacred to her, but she had a loving partner. No need to hold back.

"We need to get you cleaned up, lady," Tom said, opening the mansion
door. "That doesn't suit you at all!"


Wiping away, Tom cleaned Rouge's face. Her makeup vanished, along
with the rest of the dirt. She vigorously brushed her teeth, the
taste still in her mouth. "Better," he said, grabbing a clean towel
to dry her fur.

Spitting toothpaste into the sink, Rouge grabbed the glass to rinse
her mouth. "Mouthwash, please."

Tom dug the bottle from the cabinet. "You don't have to do that
again," he said, unscrewing the cap and handing it to her.

Rinsing and spitting, she replied, "it's not that... okay, it tasted
awful. But you liked it and that... made it worth doing."

"I know." Tossing the dirty towels into the bin, he continued, "but
never put yourself into a spot you don't want just because you think
it'll make me feel better. I'd rather you be happy too!" Leaping
into the air, she flapped her wings until she was eye level. Pulling
her close, Thomas wrapped his arms around the love of his life.

"Why don't we go lay down and cuddle? Then..." He paused for the
anticipation. "... we can get cozy and I can pay you back with my
tongue. Sound good?" She moaned softly, nuzzling him. "That's a
'yes', then."

She asked, "you really like eating me out?"

"Big difference," Tom replied, "you actually do taste good. And it's
different. Lots of kissing and gentle touches. Not that mess you
did. Don't worry about getting off, babe... I want to get romantic."

Kissing his cheek, Rouge said, "very nice. Can we light some candles,
too? I have some strawberry candles that would smell real good."

Kissing her back, he simply responded, "anything you want."