Rouge The Bat: Mature Goddess

Rouge and Tom have been married for twenty one years and seven months
as of this chapter.

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Teal opened her bedroom door, allowing June to walk in. "Guess you'll
be staying in my room for now. I'll get a spare bed set up in a minute."

June sat on the edge of the bed. Her leg hurt and the painkillers
weren't doing much good. "Your dad is human..."

Smiling gently, Teal thought of something to say. "Uh... yeah, he is."

"Nice house... so, nice party. Rouge has a lot of friends, I guess."

Teal wanted to ask something that had been on her mind. "Was grandma
really as bad as mom says?"

June didn't seem to be paying attention, but finally answered, "yeah,
I guess so. She never hit me, but there were times I wished she would...
just so she'd show me that she knew I was there."

"I think mom had some issues with wanting to be accepted. It's probably
why she latched onto dad like she did when they met," Teal replied.

"How'd they hook up?" June inquired, curious as to the history.

She explained briefly, "dad was sick. Mom saved his life, got him to
a hospital in time and it kinda went from there. I think it worked out
best for mom, too, I know she had some problems with guys back then."

June wasn't too interested in family history at the moment, and Teal
could tell just by looking at her. "Right... bathroom's there,"
she said, pointing to the door. "I have a date later, so if you need
anything while I'm gone, just ask mom or dad. But knock first."
She paused, a bit embarrassed to mention it. "They, uhh... like to
get romantic, so just knock first."

"Gotcha. No servants? This is a mansion, you got to have servants,
right?" June was surprised to have seen no maids or butlers.

Teal answered, "never had them. Mom and dad like privacy. We just have
cleaners come through occasionally. But if you need anything, just find
one of us, okay?"

Grabbing the radio, June fiddled with the knobs. "Mind if I listen
to something?"

"Go ahead," Teal replied. "I mostly like rock and mom's into girly,
upbeat jazz stuff. Dad... doesn't seem big on music. So try the radio
if none of my stuff is what you wanna hear."


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"Tom..." Rouge lay on her side. "You ever think you might have a
brother or sister you don't know about?"

"Never gave it much thought," he said. "I know I'm an only child."
Sighing, he hit on an unpleasant thought. "But I wouldn't put it past
dad to have fooled around. Not like my parents were ever happily
married to begin with."

Rouge's head was spinning. It was still much to take in. Laying down,
Tom kissed her gently. "You're going to talk with her, aren't you?"

"I'll let her rest first. Her leg probably hurts. And I don't know
what to say yet. It's too much for me. My sister is the same age as
my own daughter. But I don't want to treat her like a teenager or a
kid!"

"You're worried that she might run off, aren't you?" He held his wife
tight. "You won't let that happen. I know you."

She crawled on top of him. "Tom... I'm stressed out. I need comfort."
Rouge kissed him, gently, firmly, then rough. Pulling back slightly,
her tongue still on his lips, Rouge pulled her blouse free of her skirt.
"I don't want to get too wrapped up, okay? Quickie?"

Gently undoing each button, Tom pulled her blouse open, tugging down on
the bra. "lock the door."

She ran to the door, pushing in the lock button and returned to bed.
Tom sat against the headboard. She tried to straddle him, but he stopped
her. "That'd take too long. Back to me." She complied, sitting across
his lap, legs parted, wings flattened out. His hand went down the front
of Rouge's skirt, fingers through pubic fur, downward.

"I feel better already..." she muttered as he began to rub gently.

Tom's right hand cupped her breast, gently pinching and pulling on the
nipple as his left pushed through the folds of skin. Her left hand
grabbed his right. Rouge loved rubbing their wedding rings together
whenever they were intimate. But she could feel it, his dick getting
hard, straining on his pants. "I'm not being very fair to you, am
I?"

"How so?" he asked, kissing the back of her head.

Rising, she turned to face him. "You're pleasing me, making me feel
better and I'm just sitting here and enjoying it... look at you, Tom!
Look at this..." Reaching down, she unzipped him, yanking his pants down
just enough. "I want to make love. Fingering me is nice but I want
this."

"I'm an idiot," he said, "you're fertile right now and I completely
forgot."

"You're not an idiot," she assured, "I'm just a bit selfish at times...
but I am fertile. I just-" She paused, gently easing down onto him. "- I
just get so carried away and right now my mind is a mess. Right now I
just want to do this and forget about all that, even for a few
minutes..."

Without response, he simply kissed his wife, the woman he loved, the
woman he had been with for twenty two years. Rouge closed her eyes,
taking his hand, wedding rings connected. Her wings closed around them
as she began to ease up and down, lost in the pleasure. Time lost meaning.
Rouge simply sprang up and down, gaining speed, her lips never leaving
his.

The bat was too enthralled with the act to even notice how close she
was to orgasm, and was practically shocked when she came, vagina
contracting tight as her husband ejaculated with her. She enjoyed that,
always had, feeling his sperm firing off inside of her. Rouge moaned
through the kiss, her voice straining, her lungs trying to pull air
in.

Relaxing her wings, he pulled back. "Feel better?" he asked. She grinned.
Looking at the clock, Rouge noted the time. It tad taken them seven
minutes. "Wanna get cleaned up?"

"Not now. I want to sit here." Leaning forward, Rouge Adriani kissed
Tom's neck.

"Kinda wish you would have pulled your panties off first, but oh well."

"Oh... they get too much down there?" She felt a bit stupid. No doubt
her panties, even pulled aside, rubbed against him.

"Not too bad. You were rather wet so it wasn't too rough on me. You want
to cuddle now?" She hugged tight. It wasn't enough to have sex. She
wanted to sit and enjoy it after, two lovers still basking in each
other's presence. Pulling her hand up, he rubbed is wedding ring
against hers as his free hand took her head, gently caressing an ear.
"Love you, Rouge..."

She moaned. "Love you, Tom, always..."


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Teal entered the house. Night was about to fall and her date was over.
Slate understood that she needed to cut it short, given the family
situation at home. She found her parents in the living room, a table
set up with June's leg propped up. "Teal," Tom greeted.

"Dad. I, uh... already ate, actually." The steak sat, taunting her.
"Screw it, that looks delicious!" she shouted, running for the plates
and grabbing the roast meat.

"Eww..." June remarked. "Meat."

"What?" Teal defended. "Oh... you're like mom. No meat. Hey, not my
fault I inherited dad's digestive system." Teal wasn't ashamed to have
certain advantages over other bats of her lineage.

Rouge scolded, "be nice, Teal."

The girl sheepishly apologized, "sorry."

"I found some old books on learning how to read, but they all looked
like baby books." June picked at her bowl of fruit.

Teal said, "but I was a baby..."

"Teal, June wants to learn how to read. Can you help her?" Rouge smiled.

"Uh... sure. If I don't get called away by GUN for something-"

"I already notified them you need a vacation from work for family
business," Rouge explained.

Teal cut her steak. "Just as well... it's been quiet. I'll see if I
can buy some educational books made for older people, not the baby
books I have, okay?"

Tom looked over at his wife. He could see it on her face, a desire to
get to know her sister. "Teal, why don't we give them some time alone?"

Rouge spoke, "you don't have to-"

"You two talk, okay, mom?" Teal grabbed her plate, following her
father into the kitchen.

"So... sis, what'd you wanna talk about?"

Rouge closed her eyes. "Tell me about my father. Please..."