Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

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

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Rouge ran a hand over the boot. "Just take it easy, don't walk on it
too much," the doctor said. Thomas held the cold pack to his forehead.
Standing, Rouge took care not to put to much weight onto her injured
ankle. Tossing away the now warm cold pack, Tom opened the door, helping
his wife out.

In the waiting room, an old friend greeted them. "Rouge the Bat!"
Herbert Westwood shouted, his wheelchair parked in the waiting room.

"It's Rouge Adriani. Has been for some time," she corrected.

Herb apologized, "right, sorry... what are you two doing here?"

She explained briefly, "Tom and I... had a little accident at home."

Hesitating, Tom slipped out, "we, uh... fell off the bed."

Leaning against Tom, Rouge noted the boot. "Sprained my ankle. Gotta
be careful with it for a few days. Tom hit his head but he's fine.
And what are you doing here?"

Herbert explained, "monthly checkup. They want to make sure my heart's
doing fine. Clara had to go to the restroom, should be back soon if you
want to..." He saw the look on their faces. "... right. I shouldn't keep
you two tied up."

"One of my employees is waiting for us," Tom said. "We had to be driven
here, my head hurt too bad to drive."

"Right. You two take good care of yourselves. Good to see you again!"
Waving, the two walked out of the Central City Hospital.

Rouge sat on the couch, flipping through channels. In the kitchen, Sonic
helped Tom put away groceries. "So... what happened?" Sonic asked, as no
one had told him.

"You might be old enough to hear the details," Tom replied, "but you're
not entitled to hear the details."

Rouge propped her leg as Amy slipped a pillow underneath. "You need me to
stay and help?"

"No, dear," Rouge said, "Tom's going to cater to my every whim. You can
run along."

"But- how could you do that to him?" Amy was stunned. "He got hurt too
and..."

"Don't get angry, Amy," she replied, "Tom... he wants to help me. It'll
make him feel better. You run along now, okay? I'll call you if I need
anything." Without a word, Amy left the room to find Sonic and make
her exit.

Tom entered the living room. "Comfy?"

"Enough," she answered.

He asked, "want to go lay in bed instead? I can move the TV."

Thinking, Rouge turned the set off. "Carry me?" she begged. Stooping
down, Tom lifted his wife, taking care with her injured foot.


She was laying down, back against the headboard, pillow between the wings.
Plugging the TV in, Tom turned it on, laying beside Rouge. "This is
my fault," he said, apologizing.

"It's MY fault, Tom," she said back. "I'm the one who rode you to the
edge of the bed."

"You're right," he said unexpectedly. "It's really both our faults."

Clicking the remote button, Rouge turned the television off. "Cuddle?"

Taking her hand, wedding rings touching, he ran his thumb over her
fingers gently. "How's those painkillers working?"

"Well enough," she replied.

"Still hurt a bit?" he asked. She nodded.

"I have an idea that might take your mind off this... but it's, uh..."
He paused. "It's intimate."

"Tell me more," she aid gleefully. Rolling onto his side, Tom's left
hand reached for Rouge's thigh, gently feeling the skin and moving
upward. The tips of his fingers gently rubbed the surface of her panties,
the bat parting her legs slightly. "Hold on a minute," she said. "Brace
my foot!" He bent down, grabbing her ankle as she hoisted her ass, skirt
and panties slid off. "That should make things easier for you."

Smiling, Tom ran his fingers through the heart-shaped patch of fur she
kept trimmed for him. His fingers began to slowly trace up and down
her opening. Gentle feelings ran through her body, slowly taking her
mind off the bad foot. Unbuttoning her shirt, Rouge slowly played with
her nipples. Halting his play, Tom rolled over and dug through the
drawer beside the bed. "What are you doing now? That was starting to
get good!"

Turning back, Tom held up a small object, a tiny sphere with a string
attached. "It's gonna get better!" he explained, twisting it to turn the
device on. It began to hum gently, vibrating faintly. Returning his
attention to her lower half, Tom gently pushed the tiny toy inside
her, finger reaching in to press it to her g-spot.

"OH WOW! That does feel better!" His fingers continued moving gently up
and down, taking care to play with her clit. She groaned and moaned,
remnants of pain slipping away as she absorbed the pleasure. Leaning in,
Tom watched as small droplets squirted out, hitting a few inches away.
"TOM! Yeah... don't stop!" she screamed.

He said gently, "we did get interrupted before we could finish. Let me
see you squirt!" Bunching his fingers together, Thomas smacked and
rubbed Rouge's clitoris hard, urged on by her loud screams. Small
droplets continued to shoot out, finally exploding into a massive spray
as she ejaculated, like a hose at full force. "Holy shit!" Tom screamed,
watching her clear girl gum spraying over the bed and past the mattress.
The force from inside sent the small vibrating toy flying, muscle
contractions enough to sent it lying straight towards the television
screen.

The orgasm subsided, Rouge's fingers relaxing and letting go of the
sheets. Lips drew back, teeth catching the light as she gasped for breath.
"I think that's a record for you," Tom said, examining the wet stain.

Catching her breath, she responded, "I think that's a record for any
woman..." Turning onto her side, she unzipped his pants. "Head still
hurt? Please say 'yes'..."

Tunning his hand over her ears, Tom replied, "enjoy!" Pulling his dick
out, she began to stroke. "I bet you want this in me, don't you?"

He answered, "not until your foot gets better."

She didn't waste time with gentle play, instead opting to stroke him
vigorously, easing down along the bed to get close to it. "Mmmm. I wanna
watch you cum, watch it shoot out all over my hand!"

Her fingers squeezed, hand sliding up and down, doing her best to mimic
vaginal muscle contractions. Rouge's hand was already sticky with clear
fluid. "Tom..." She knew he would orgasm shortly. "I love you." The magic
words. The three words they used when close to climax. The three words
sent him over the edge, white sperm pumping out as she watched, her hand
covered in jizz which smeared as she kept pumping to prolong his
pleasure. "Not quite what I can do," Rouge commented, "but good enough."

Resisting the urge to let go, Rouge continued to stroke him slowly.
"I had five orgasms at once," she remarked, "think you can do it
again for me?"

"Might take a while," he replied. Rubbing her fur spikes to urge her on,
she rested her head on his stomach, slowly fondling her husband. She
smiled as he said, "love you, Rouge."