Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

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

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The home gym was busy with the sounds of huffing breath and metal
clanging as Rouge Adriani pulled down on the metal bar, the heavy
steel wire pulling and lifting a preset weight with each thrust of
the bar. Gazing into the mirror briefly, she smiled. Her abs showed
more than a hint of muscle and her arms the shape of strength. But the
bat kept her feminine curves intact. Don't overdo anything. Strong
but feminine.

The mirror betrayed her intentions. She saw the dark patch of her
workout shorts. Rouge was horny. It had become unspoken between her and
her lover, but the couple had been unable to bear a child, despite trying
repeatedly. It was as if they had started to lose hope, but they would
keep trying, even if the enthusiasm was vanishing. Right now, she was
fertile. She would make love to her husband as soon as he entered the
room, even if she had to physically tear his clothes off.

The door opened. The sun didn't peek through the curtains as she had
already closed them in anticipation. But she could see. Thomas Adriani,
naked, erect. "I didn't think you'd want to waste any time," he greeted.
The weights made a crash as she released the bar. Without a word, Rouge
grabbed her sports bra and ripped it with a quick tear, the loose cloth
falling away. Standing, she grabbed at the side seam of her shorts,
ripping it free. The other side torn, her bare bottom revealed as they
fell to the floor.

Striding forward, Rouge playfully ran a hand down her stomach, through
her pubic hair. The tension cut quickly. The couple hadn't had sex in
three days, saving Tom's sperm in volume and Rouge was about to lose her
mind. Controlling such urges had been easy before she met Tom, before
she lost her virginity. Now, she found herself addicted and in the past
year, the two had practically given up a social life for constant sex.

Tom's hand reached back as he bent to the carpet. Rouge leaned towards
him. "I want to lick you," he said.

"Tom... I'm covered in sweat! You don't want to taste that!" she scolded.

He responded, "I don't care." Stepping forward, Rouge thrust out to let
him taste her pussy, sweat mixed with the stain of sex all over her. She
shrieked as his tongue hit her clitoris, hands fondling her breasts.
"Enough! Time for the real deal!" she shouted, pinning him to the wall
and kneeling. Grabbing his cock, she placed it at her eager opening.

Tom teased, "I don't think I'll last more than two minutes."

She responded simply, "I don't care." Slamming down onto him, both
winced from the force. Rocking back and forth, Rouge leaned in for a
deep kiss. As their tongues twisted together, Rouge felt Tom cumming,
hot wet shots pumping into her. "Told you so," he said.

She replied, "like I care!" Standing up, she lay flat on a bench, legs
parted, wings up. "Like what you see?"

"Uh... not really," he replied.

She shot back, "and what's that supposed to mean?"

"You're... dripping. It's kinda nasty, actually..."

Rolling over, Rouge sat up and saw the puddle of sperm. "Euch! Heh..."
She sighed, grabbing her torn shorts to wipe it up. 'Not gonna do me
any good if it drips out,' she thought.

Standing, Tom walked towards her and picked her up in a swift motion,
saying, "better place to do this!"

Opening the gym door, he ran with her to the bedroom. Setting her down,
she eased back, pillow between her wings, butt on the edge of the
bed. Spotting his penis, she saw it had gone a bit soft. "Tom? Remember
when I gave you that blowjob? Remember?"

"Yeah..." he muttered.

"Remember how it was in my mouth, all that spit and my tongue? Think
about that..." It was enough to get him stiff once more. Waggling a
finger to draw him close, she continued, "now think about my pussy. How
tight it is, how warm it is..."

On his knees, Tom slid into her, back flexing. He was face to face with
her. "What happened to you not liking sex? I thought you only made
love..."

She replied, "guess things changed over the years. But... we've become
sex addicts. Damn! Tom?" Her eyes looked into his. She looked ike she
might start crying from the realization. "I miss how it used to be for
us. We keep doing it and it's getting less romantic. It's not too late
to fix that. Please tell me it's not too late..."

He responded, "I won't let the romance die," kissing her gently. "We've
been slipping. No, it's not too late, baby!"

Rouge lamented, "you used to kiss me gently, now you just lick me and
get me off. And I- I only worry about orgasms. I betrayed myself."

"It's my fault, too. So, we make it right. No more 'sex'. Just
passionate love-making from now on..." Their lips locked, passionate
kisses between the lovers as they let time slip away.


They were sweaty. Tom's knee drove into the edge of the bed, thrusting
harder, the couple still kissing, breathing hard through their noses
amidst muffled grunts of pleasure. Rouge's legs were locked around Tom's
ass, their fingers locked together, weddings rings touching. They felt
it, the nearing climax, Rouge and Tom both keeping their tongues twisted
together as they reached simultaneous orgasm.

Lips tore free, gasping for breath. Their eyes opened, looking into
each other's souls. "Better?" he asked, panting.

Licking her lips, Rouge nodded with approval. They looked at the clock.
Four solid hours had passed. "That's more like it," she commented. "Took
us four hours to get off and we loved every second of it! Yeah...
passion isn't dead."

"We need to stop doing it every day," Tom noted, "maybe cut down to every
two or three days. Make it more special when he make love, okay?"

She nodded in agreement once again. "I'm glad I married you. I love you
so much, Thomas Adriani..."

He kissed her forehead, ignoring layers of sweat. "I won't let our
marriage fall apart, Count on it!"

It was morning. Rouge had missed her period and was wondering. The test
stick sat in her hand, trembling with anticipation. She waited for
the dot to change color. Waited. Every second a moment of agony.

Blue.

It was positive.

Eyes widened, her eyelids almost vanishing from the shock. A tiny moan
squeezed from her lungs. She wanted to scream out in joy, run and wake
Tom and tell him. But she couldn't, not yet. Running into the living
room and snatching the phone, Rouge snuck outside and dialed. "Vic!"

"Boss? What's up?" the fox asked. It was odd for Rouge to call the casino
this early.

"Victoria... I think I'm... Imgonnahaveababy!" the bat blurted out.

"Oh, Boss!" Vic shouted, "that's great news! I bet Tom is happy for you
too!"

"Umm..." She paused. "I haven't..."

"You didn't tell him yet? Boss, I-"

"VIC! Listen to me... I just used a home pregnancy test! I... I should
go to the doctor and get tested, right? Make sure it's real?" Rouge
squeezed the phone, listening to the plastic casing creak.

Vic responded, "oh... I see your point. So why are you on the phone with
me? Call the doctor dammit! Find out so he can learn the good news!"

Without saying goodbye, Rouge hung up and dialed the fertility clinic.
"Hello? This is Rouge Adriani... I need to make an appointment..."