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You were reading in bed, an extra long book (a whole 100 pages!), when the blue butterfly came in and landed on the hand you held the book with, before flying off. You smiled, Miss Skitter was back! You quickly set your bookmark (That you made yourself! It was full of drawings of cute little bugs) and went to grab your notebook and meet Miss Skitter.
None of the other kids were coming out of their rooms or the play room (where your 2 roommates were), so you must have been called by yourself. You didn't think you did anything naughty, but you still got a bit nervous. Miss Charlotte was really strict, and you hated disappointing her and Miss Skitter. You hugged your notebook close to your chest.
A blue butterfly lead you forward, until it led you through the dining room and into the kitchen. There, you saw Miss Charlotte preparing dinner, looking tense, and Miss Skitter leaning against the wall by the door to the pantry. Flies, wasps and bees surrounded her, flying around her, and the blue butterfly you were following landed on her long flowing hair and hid itself under her curls. She wore her full costume, and her yellow eyes immediately locked in on you.
“Did you call, Miss Skitter?” You asked, your voice worried.
Miss Charlotte looked at you with a weird worried look in her face, and quickly looked away back to the vegetables she was chopping.
“I did.” She replied, and said nothing else, still watching you.
“D-Did I do anything bad?” You asked worriedly.
Miss skitter stood up straight and approached you slowly. “You did nothing like that, don't you worry. I've actually called you up to… give you a reward. For being such a good girl.”
Miss Charlotte flinched, and stopped cutting for a second, breathing slowly and deeply.
Miss skitter stopped in front of you, and crouched down to your level. You could see the spiders barely hidden underneath her hair, and she looked so cool. “Do you want to come with me, to my room?”
You smiled widely. “Yes! P-Please Miss Skitter!”
She stood back up, and extended one of her hands for you to grab. Her costume had sharp claws on the fingertips, but you knew she wouldn't hurt you, so you grabbed her hand. The fabric was soft.
She led you out, and into the back area you weren't allowed in. It was full of terrariums with awesome looking bugs in them, and you felt a bit sad you couldn't stay to look, being led further in, into Miss Skitter's room. Maybe after you got your reward, you could ask her to see the bugs?
She opened one last door, and let go of your hand once you were in a really nice bedroom, and she locked the door while you looked around. Her bed was really big, with tons of pillows, she had a TV in her room, and even a computer! You looked around for a bit, while Miss Skitter sat down on her bed.
She brought her hands to her mask, and began to remove it. Your attention shifted to that almost immediately. You had seen her without her mask before, she didn't wear her costume around constantly, but your eyes still felt drawn to her.
You always thought she was gorgeous (Which was another word for pretty you read in one of your books). Her hair was so pretty and always seemed to be moving, like a shampoo commercial, always caught by a wind that wasn't there. Her eyes were brown and pretty, and her lips were wide, going all across her face. You'd never seen her smile before, but you bet it looked really pretty when she did.
She was looking at you now, you realized you were staring, and you blushed.
“Whats that notebook?” She asked softly, and you remembered you were still carrying it, so you quickly went to her side and sat on the bed, opening your notebook to show her.
“It's my drawings! Here, look!” You flipped through the pages, and reached the one you drew today. “It's you! and this is Atlas, its really hard to draw beetles.”
“And who's this?” She pointed at the cape next to herself in the drawing.
You blushed, and looked down. “T-That’s what I'd look like as a villain like you, y-your sidekick.”
You looked at her face out of the corner of your eyes, and you saw her face lifting into a small smile. “Really? What would your name be?”
“C-Caterpillar…” You answered embarrassed.
She was smirking at you, amused. Her face didn't move much, and her smile was very small, her emotions only showing slightly, but you still thought it was very pretty. You blushed and looked at the ground, not wanting to meet her gaze.
“I want you to show me your drawings later. You're very talented, you know. But now..” She took your notebook, and closed it before setting it on her side table, besides a pair of glasses.
She took the upper half of her costume half, a bug you didn't quite see pulling her zipper down and she pulled her arms out, and let the bugs she hid under her clothes and in her hair fly away to hide somewhere out of sight. She wasn't wearing a shirt on her upper body, just a sports bra. She was quite muscular, and you couldn't help but stare. Her body was covered in so many scars from her fights. She looked beautiful to you, strong, and you felt grateful she was protecting you.
“M-Miss Skitter?” You asked.
“Call me Taylor, little caterpillar. I'm just getting comfortable.” She responded, and you nodded, face heating up at the nickname.
She pulled her pants out now, the costume being one big piece, and now she was just in her underwear, a pair of black boxers. Her legs were toned, looking like those marble statues you saw in your history textbook.
There was a bulge in her underwear, and it shifted as you stared, growing. You looked up, and she was staring at you now, having put on the glasses from her bedside table, her face that same neutral impassive it almost always was. Her eyes looked bigger under the glasses, and they looked you up and down. You looked away, but she brought her hand to your face and held your chin in her hands, making you look at her.
Her eyes stared into yours, face emotionless. Her hand shifted, and she rested her thumb on your lips, making you open your mouth. “Take off your clothes, little caterpillar.” She ordered, and then let go of your chin. You felt your face get even redder, so you just nodded quickly and looked away.
You kicked off your shoes, and pulled your shirt off. Miss Skitter's eyes never left you, boring into you, and it made you feel so awkward. You weren't strong like her, would she be disappointed?
You shimmied out of your pants, now only in your panties. You looked towards Taylor, and her gaze over your almost naked body made you feel even more naked.
She moved, one hand resting on your shoulder, pushing you down, the other began groping your underdeveloped chest. You squirmed in place, and let out a small whine, as her hand kneaded. It felt weird, a stinging sensation.
“Miss T-Taylor?” Your voice caused her to stop for a moment, and she took a deep breath.
“Be a good girl and just do what I tell you. Okay?” She told you, removing her hands from your body. You nodded. “Lay down for me, on the bed. Belly up.”
You obey, and laid down on her bed, blushing the entire time. Her pillows were soft, and the covers were silky and nice on your skin, but you still felt so nervous. She looked you over, face empty of anything. “Good girl.”
Taylor moved, leaning over your smaller body. One of her hands supported her besides your head, leaving you pinned underneath her.
“I'll make you feel all nice, okay?” Her eyes stared directly into yours.
You nodded, and her free hand moved to your panties, and rubbed over them. You let out a small sound of surprise as she touched you down there, but quickly held in the whining her touch seemed to bring out of you.
“You can be loud, little caterpillar. I want to hear it.” She told you, after another noise escaped your mouth. Her hand slipped underneath your panties now, directly touching you down there. “Nobody but me will hear you here.”
“S-sorryyy Miss T-Taylor.” Your voice wavered as her calloused fingers rubbed your clit, before moving back to sliding her fingers over your slit. "It- Ah! It feels w-weird!"
“No need to apologize, sweetheart.” She said, and then slipped one finger inside you, bringing a shocked moan out of your mouth. She started fingering you now. one finger in and out. You could see her hand moving underneath your panties, bringing little sounds out of you. Her boxers had a tent formed, with a small wet spot over the tip. She pressed her palm against your clit, and ground against it, and it was so much.
"T-Taylor- Mghh- I feel- Gah! I feel weird!" Words wouldn't come and she leaned down over you, and kissed you. It was different from any kiss you'd ever had before, more than the pecks you were accustomed to. Her lips pressed against yours, pushing you and you couldn't even resist when her tongue slipped from her lips and forced yours open. You could only moan into her as her tongue explored your mouth. Your eyes closed and you tried to just enjoy the sensation like you'd seen in the movies.
Her hand snaked away from your core, and she pulled away from the kiss after a few moments. There was a small smile on her face again, as yours felt hot and flushed. She licked her lips looking down at you, before her face went neutral again. Sitting up on the bed, she started pulling her underwear down, and you saw the bulge for what it was. A dick, you knew it was called, like boys had. It was large, and wet with fluid at the tip. Your eyes couldn't leave it, Miss Taylor's dick as it twitched, bringing even more heat to your body. On her crotch and on her balls, you could see the beginnings of hair growing, stubble you thought it was called. You watched her dick approach your face, Miss Taylor straddling your body and bringing one of her hands to your head, while another held her dick in place, right in front of your lips. Her dick leaked fluid slowly, a drop with each twitch, and it had a deep smell you couldn't quite place.
"Be a good girl, little caterpillar." She said, her voice rough with something you couldn't identify. "And open your mouth wide for me."
The moment you did, the hand on your head grabbed you by the hair, holding you still as she pushed her dick inside your mouth. You looked up at her, eyes wide, as she pressed herself as far as she'd go. She tasted salty, of sweat and that deeper smell that now filled your nose, and the tip of her dick hit the top of your mouth. She moved your head around, repositioning you for better leverage and began slowly but forcefully moving herself in and out of your mouth. You gagged around her lenght at first, but she pulled back and stopped hitting as deeply after she saw this.
She grunted, not making much noise otherwise, the wet sounds the only thing filling the room. That and the subtle, almost inaudible sound of bugs skittering somewhere around you. You pressed your hands against her thighs, and tried to speak, but she just forced herself into your mouth again to shut you up, your strength nowhere near the level of the villainess as you gagged again.
"No talking." Her breathing was getting heavier, as she pulled back out and in again. "Can you- Damn, can you suck, little caterpillar? Like a lollipop." She was looking at you with impassive, hungry eyes, face almost emotionless except for the blush growing on her cheeks.
You obeyed, and her breathing only got heavier as you did, and she sped up, her balls hitting your chin in a quicker pace. She moved her hips rythmically, and you heard crickets chirping in that same rhythm from underneath the bed.
"Good girl. Fuck, what a good girl." Miss Taylor told you, voice steady, hand gripping your hair tight. Your mouth was feeling sore, and your throat hurt, but the praise from her made it worth it. Her eyes never left you, as she slammed her hips into your lips over and over.
Her breathing hitched, and she sped up once again, losing the rhythm and your face hurt from her force. She closed her eyes now, pulled your lips flush with her crotch, and you felt her dick twitch as she let out a low moan.
She pulled back as she twitched, and you felt something saltier but similar tasting to the liquid that had been covering her dick before. It didn't taste very good. It was only a bit, the amount enough to cover your tongue and not much else as she pulled out. Her dick stayed with just its tip in your mouth for a moment more, as her twitching died down, before she fully pulled out and held your head in her hands more gently now
That liquid was still in your mouth, so you swallowed so you could try talking. You saw her still at that, her breath hitch.
"Did you swallow?" She asked, and you nodded, suddenly scared. Wait, was that part of her power? Did you accidentally swallow Skitter venom!? Her eyes seemed to drink you in, and she smiled fully now, teeth and all. "What a good girl. Don't worry little caterpillar, you did good." She had a beautiful smile.
"I d-did?" You asked nervously, throat sore, as she got off from the top of your chest. You sat up, back against the headboard, looking up at her nervously.
She brought her hands to your cheeks, caressing your face before bending down to give you a small kiss on your lips.
"You did wonderfully, sweetheart." She still smiled at you as her hands left your cheeks. Her eyes stayed on yours for only a moment, as her gaze wondered downwards to the rest of your body. Her eyes lingered on your moist underwear, and she muttered "not today.." to herself.
Miss Taylor ruffled your hair now. "Do you want to stay here tonight, little caterpillar?" She asked. "We can have a sleepover. You can tell me about your drawings, or the book you're reading, and I can have my bugs bring snacks. It'll be just the two of us."
"Yes!" You beamed. "Can I see the terrariums in the other room too? Please?"
She smiled softly. "I can do you one better. I can control them to come here, and you can touch them. Just some though, we'll have to keep some fun ones for the next time you come over."
Your eyes widened at you looked at her amazed. "Next time? Promise?"
"Of course. I told you you did an amazing job, little caterpillar."