Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

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

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She cracked the curtains. The hole was dug and all that remained
was for the pool to be built. The workers had already left for the
day. Yawning, Rouge sat on the bed, waiting for Tom to join her.
They'd just taken a bath and the fur around her neck was still
damp. She felt him sit by her, the two cuddling like teenagers
sneaking their affections before someone got home, even though they
were the only ones at the mansion.

Without a word, Rouge undid her towel, lying back as she let her body
display. Tom's hands couldn't wait, touching her skin, enjoying
how soft it was. "You're proud of your body," he commented, hands
sliding down to her thighs. As he passed the knees, Tom saw her
toes curl. As he tried to touch her feet, she dug them into the bed.
"Something wrong?"

"What? No," she replied, smiling, but he knew something was strange.

He asked, "then why won't you let me rub your feet?"

Hesitating, she uncurled her toes and let him continue. "Tom? Do my
feet... freak you out?"

"Huh?" he inquired, genuinely confused. "Why would they?" Her feet
were almost like a human's, down to the toenails, but she only had
four toes per foot. "When I first saw your boots, I thought you had
big feet... then I saw you take them off." He continued his massage.

She said, "I need the plating on my boots to dig and kick. Comes in
very useful."

"Come on, what's wrong?" Tom asked, hoping she'd actually answer.
"I've rubbed your feet before. Painted your toenails... what gives?"

"Just something stupid, really," Rouge replied, "I've never been
too proud of my feet. Not as one of my better assets... it's stupid,
I know..." Sitting up, he held her foot gently, lifting his towel and
easing it under. Her eyes widened, realizing what she was touching.

"Be careful," he ordered, rubbing her leg as she gently felt him
up with her toes.

"Kinky boy!" Rouge playfully scolded, enjoying what he had let her
do.

Sitting back and parting the towel, Tom displayed an erection,
hard and ready, for her to see. "Give me your other foot." She
placed both feet around his cock, gently beginning to stroke up and
down. "Wait. Try it this way. Relax your legs and turn them flat."
She did so, her husband holding onto her feet, clasping them around
himself with the bottoms facing inward. "Try that," he said. The
arches of her feet made for a better grip around the shaft.

Leaning back and adjusting her legs, Rouge found a steady pace,
movig her legs up and down, smiling with an evil grin. "This is
gonna get messy, you know," he said, hand rubbing her calf.

She responded with a lazy "I don't care." Working faster, she felt
her pussy tingling. This was making her wet. Not only was Rouge
jerking the love of her life off with her feet, but she could see
his member, head poking out, foreskin sliding up and down over it to
let it peek out. Precum had already leaked out and her feet were
sticky. "Ready, boy? Let me see you jizz!"

He came, hot sperm firing out onto her toes and ankles. Her strokes
came in hard, quick motions to increase his pleasure during the last
few bursts. Tom opened his eyes, breathing heavily. "Feel better?"

"I do," she said.

"Still hate your feet?"

Giggling, she said, "not at all." Grabbing her loose towel and
wiping the mess off, the bat commented, "hope the bath water is
still hot..."

"It'll wait," Tom remarked, crawling up the bed, head perched over
her hips. Her legs spread without pause, his tongue poking out and
gently licking. "You gonna squirt?" She fondled her breasts, the
nipples hard and sensitive. "You got good at squirting. I came
on your toes, you cum on my face, sound good?"

"You got it," she replied, a loud, sharp moan echoing in the room as
Tom dragged his tongue hard over her clit.

"I saw you getting horny, Rouge... good girl! But you won't last
much longer!" He licked, fingers prodding inside at the spongy
g-spot. She knew he was right. When in the proper mood, Rouge could
orgasm very fast. It was a quick motion, her thighs clamping down,
hands grabbing his head and pushing down, her pussy juice squirting
out, screams filling the room.

Letting go, the bat bit her lower lip, smiling and panting. Raising
his head, Tom was gasping for breath, face soaking wet. "You trying
to drown me?" Shaking his head like a puppy to rinse off, he
grabbed the towel, only to toss it away, remembering it had been
used to clean Rouge's feet.

"Poor guy," she commented, "all wet and dirty again... and look at
that!"

"You know I always get hard when I eat you out," Tom said, making no
apologies for becoming erect once more.

"Tom, how did my feet compare?" she asked.

He said, "it felt good, but it's not even the same."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread, Rouge asked, "wanna
nail me?"

"I'm not gonna last too long," he commented, wanting to bang her but
knowing he'd finish in a hurry.

"I don't care," she said with a grin, "I just like it when you cum
deep in me!"

"You asked for it then!" On his feet, Tom stood by the bed, shoving
it inside as the bat lay back. He began to thrust, watching her tits
shake back and forth with each push. Thumb on her clit, he fondled
it furiously. Damned if he would cream in her and not let her get
off too! "Hay, babe? Can I titty bang you sometime? We haven't done
that, have we?" he asked, still keeping pace.

She answered between moans, "yeah! Later tonight! DAAAMN!" Rouge
felt him cumming, thick globs her pussy walls could feel filling
her. She came, the thrusting, clit grinding and semen impact sending
her over the edge.

Waiting to regain his bearings, Tom caught his breath, holding out
until Rouges vaginal muscles relaxed enough to let him withdraw.
She could be almost unreasonably tight during climax. Not to the
point of making it uncomfortable, but certainly enough to be felt.
Picking her up, Tom carried Rouge to the bathroom, flipping
on the heater and turning the hot water spout on.

Easing into the water, Rouge straddled him. They were both spent,
but that wasn't going to stop her from showing off in a display
of feminine superiority. She liked being in charge and he liked
how she carried herself. "I had fun," she said. "We should keep
doing new things." Washing his face off gently with a wet cloth,
she leaned in for a kiss. "We don't kiss enough during sex..."

"Don't start this again... your body is fine. Big deal if you're
shorter than me," Tom scolded.

"I know," she said, "anyway... kiss me now?" Without a word, his
lips took hers. Her wings stretched out as the two passionately made
out.

No doubt they would end up going at it again very shortly.