Rouge The Bat: Happily Married

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

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Valentine's Day.


It only meant one thing to Rouge.


Two years prior, she had lost her virginity to Thomas Adriani.


Today was Valentine's Day.


Rouge embraced her sleeping husband, kissing his neck to wake him up.
His eyes opened, body waking up. He could practically see pink
cartoon hearts in her eyes. "Morning, Rouge," he greeted, "you look...
ready."

She smiled. "I have only one thing planned for today, Tom, and it
involves neither of us leaving the house." Sliding a hand across her
body and down her thigh, Tom squeezed her butt. The bat was naked
under the sheets, and had no shame about it. Tom was shirtless, only
a pair of sweatpants on, which she began to pull down, fondling him.

"I have something special for you. Close your eyes," she said in a
seductive tone, mounting his chest with her bare bottom. She left
a wet trail on him, her pussy moist merely from fantasies she'd
dreamed of before he woke up. He closed his eyes, knowing damn well
two things- that she wouldn't do anything that could hurt or
endanger him, and that he had better do as he was told.

Pulling the thick ribbon from under the pillow, Rouge ran it through
the headboard, gently tying it around his wrists. He felt this, but
allowed it. "Okay, I'm done," she said. As Tom opened his eyes, he
saw Rouge throwing the blankets from bed, shifting to take his pants
all the way off. Once they were down, she began to fondle him, now
hard as a rock.

"I'm going to do something VERY special," she said, licking the
tip.

"WHOA!" he shouted, you can't do that!"

"Yes I can," she shouted back, licking again on the tiny opening. He
groaned, a shooting pleasure sensation through his body.

"You know what I mean!"

"I'm not going to swallow any, Tom! Just relax and let me do this...
if you complain, I'll bite it!"

It was true that she couldn't ingest semen, being a fruit bat, as the
protein would no doubt make her sick. But that wasn't going to stop
Rouge from giving her husband oral sex. After all, he licked her
rather frequently.

Her eyes looked up the bed at him as she took the end of his penis
in her mouth, tongue working over the end. "WHOA! Okay.... hey,
that's sensitive, be careful!" Tom shouted, trying to keep from
kicking his legs. Rising her head up, Rouge spat out onto the floor.
His precum had begun to leak and the taste didn't agree with her.

Placing a fingertip under the head, Rouge rubbed the sensitive spot
while her other hand slid the foreskin up and down. "Better?" she
asked.

"Mmmm... yeah, much," he responded, body relaxing to enjoy this.

Pausing, Rouge slowly ran a finger across the head, over the curved
bottom and along the opening, allowing the precum to spread around.
"Not very romantic, is it?" she commented, reaching to untie his
wrists.

"Nothing wrong with being playful," Tom replied.

She said, "wait here," rising from the bed and stepping into the
bathroom.

He didn't wait, instead going to the window and peering outside.
Rouge had insisted they go back to the mansion, and they had, just
before the snow fell. It was already six inches deep outside.

The hard smack took his attention. The bat was grabbing his butt.
"You didn't wait there," she said, tugging the elastic band of his
pants to pull him back to bed. Fluffing pillows, Rouge tossed them
against the headboard. "There. Sit down." Taking his spot, Tom pulled
her onto bed, grabbing himself to guide it inside her. He enjoyed
how she felt whenever his penis slid in, and today was no exception.

"What were you doing in there?"

"No offense," she replied, "but if you tasted yourself, you'd wanna
wash your mouth out, too." She blew faint breath onto her lover's
face, a faint trace of mint in the air. "So, how you wanna do this?"

Tom pulled her close, thrusting his pelvis up to give her some height.
"Take our time. We don't have anything else to do today." She leaned
in, tongue out slightly as Tom took it in his mouth, sliding his
tongue into hers as they intertwined and danced back and forth,
the lovers kissing slowly and passionately.


Rouge gently nuzzled Tom's chest. She didn't even look at the clock,
it didn't matter to her how long they'd been at it. "Tom... before
we first made love...." She looked up at his face. "Just wondering,
what did you think it'd feel like? Physically..."

"I never gave it much thought," he said, never recalling once
imagining what intercourse was like before engaging in it. "You?"

She let her memories roll. "You mean, what it'd feel like inside me.
Uh... honestly, I was always a bit scared of it. It's one of the
reasons I was a virgin. Just... you don't know what it's like for a
woman. You couldn't know. Men don't have the same bodies and- well,
it can be beautiful. Or it can be violating. But... when I gave
myself to you, I was just so- so out of control that I... I don't
regret it at all, either." Curling her wings tight around them, she
went silent.

"I didn't get you a present. All I could find were plush pink bears
and little heart pillows. I know you aren't too big into little plush
toys."

She kissed his chest gently. "I just need you with me," was her only
response.

"I did," he continued, "make us reservations for dinner."

"Great," she sighed, "no doubt someone will be there to take our
picture for the newspapers. Wealthy socialites on the town for the
romance. Oh well." Rouge wouldn't admit it, but she liked the media
attention. Her love life on display, if only a small part of it. She
got to show off.

"I..." he hesitated. "I did get you one thing, but... anyway, I had
Shadow look into something for you."

"For me?" she asked, interested.


He explained, "your other is doing okay. Working still. Look, maybe
you should go see her. I'm sure she can't be all that bad."

Under her breath, Rouge muttered, "she's a bitch."

"What?" Tom asked, even though he'd heard it.

"I wish," she said clearly. "As much as I'd like to... I'm not going
to. Mom messed up. So... anyway, thanks for that, really, I'm happy
you thought of her, but she hasn't once called me. Didn't call when
our wedding was announced, so I doubt she cares... I don't want to
talk about her anymore."

"Okay," he relented. "Why don't we get lunch? Come on. Anyway, you
squirted a lot, you need some liquids." Rolling off to let him up,
Rouge grabbed her robe and slipped it on. "You gonna call any of the
old gang and check up?"

"Nah," she answered. "I know Amy is trying to win Sonic over, it's
why she called me yesterday. Knuckles and Karen are probably doing
fine, I don't need to bug them."

It was her way of saying that she didn't really care about how
Knuckles was doing. That was long behind her. Any potential she had
with him was no longer relevant or important, shoved off in the
corner where any feelings for her mother resided.

Neither of them mentioned Shadow. It was already clear he was as
romantic as a rubber tire. Shadow dating someone might signal the
end of the world. "We have any of those soy burgers left?"

"I think so," Tom said.

"Good, I'll cook those." Soy meat substitutes were the closest she
could get to real meat. And if Tom could have meat, she wasn't
going to let something like her species get in the way of sharing
that.