Although, to be fair, we hadn't had any reports of anything overly negative coming from their territories. As far as we were aware they were providing as much help as they could given the circumstances. But of course our beloved director wanted us to show the flag or whatever they called it, and that entailed us going out to their territories and trying to find something wrong within it that we could point our fingers at and go 'You're a big meanie!'
I had a feeling we were basically sent out as bait to give the big guns a reason to go in there with metaphorical guns blazing if something happened to us.
So here I was, my back to the wall of a fairly nondescript building that stood somewhere I knew was inside Skitter's domain. Of course I'd been the one to draw her name out of the hat.
Fuck my luck, I was going to stay here, be bored out of my mind for a while, and then head back to base and say everything was just peachy here. No way in hell I was going out of my way to look for trouble here of all places. Last time I'd seen her we had spend our time splitting a pseudo-Endbringer in two with spider silk and I was very much okay with leaving things as they were between us.
A thing I'd have to remember if I ever got an assignment like this again: bug spray. Fuck the mosquitoes. There were so many of them since Leviathan's visit to our lovely city.
One of them tried to land on my arm before I swatted it away, and then another on my shoulder, and another, and another.
Shit.
"Clockblocker."
From the shadows cast by the building on the other side of the alley came Skitter.
"Skitter...Would it help if I said I was here to drink some tea and reminisce about your most amazing dastardly deeds?"
She walked up to me and inspected me, slowly looking me up and down before she grabbed my neck. She didn't tighten her grip, only leaving her hand there as a show of dominance.
"It might if you start by telling me why you're really here." She sounded somewhat amused or at least more than I'd ever heard her be, which was unnerving considering she was known for being either intense or really fucking intense.
Some might call me a coward for this, but I wasn't gonna lie to a villain to her face in her turf with her hand on my neck, I was still slightly sane. "I was sent to scout out your territory. Decided it was probably safer for my life span to do the bare minimum on that front and just find a spot pass time for an hour or two before heading back."
She let out an audible sigh. "Figures you'd chose this spot of all places," She seemed to deliberate for a moment. "Come."
She pulled at my costume and dragged me inside the building I'd previously been leaning on. With most of the streetlamps broken, and no lights inside I could barely see anything as she brought me up two flights of stairs. Only after we reached what I could only assume was the third floor did she turn on a rather dim light. It wasn't much but I could tell the room was quite spartan in appearance.
Then I saw the pieces of armor and cloth laying around, all of which were the same gray as Skitter's costume.
"So let me get this straight. I accidentally chose what I can only assume is your lair of all places to dick around for a while. Fuck me."
Even through her mask I could see her cheeks rise, and the slight outline of her mouth turn upwards. Skitter was smiling. If I was uncomfortable before I was now terrified.
She finally released my costume from her grip, patted it a few times to uncrumple it and pushed me slowly and gently until I was backed against the wall.
With the light coming from the opposite end of the room I could take in her silhouette. She was as tall as I remembered, about the same height as me. Her costume was different than usual, she'd removed just about every piece of armor that normally covered her skintight dark gray suit, which left behind a rather skinny figure that left something to be desired as far as curves were concerned. Not that I'd say that to her face, and anyway some girls just looked better without thirty pounds hanging off their chest.
Skitter leaned into me, pressing her chest against mine and nestled her head in my neck. I could feel her breaths through both our costumes. She pinned me to the wall and held me there.
A bead of sweat rolled down my brow as I gulped audibly. "So, I know we left on relatively good terms last time, it was great fun splitting the wannabe Endbringer in two and all, but I don't thi-"
I was forced to stop talking as Skitter, having uncovered the lower half of her face by tucking part of mask upward and pushed my visor in the same position, pressed her lips to mine and forced her tongue inside my mouth.
It's only after a few seconds of her absolute lack of movement that I realized I'd frozen her on reflex. So here I stood stuck between her and the wall, unable to make but the smallest of movements, and the only thing I could think of was, "This is kinda hot," which I knew should've been sending warning signs all over but I was a teenager with a hot and bothered villainess in my arms. Or was I technically in her arms? No matter, I just hoped she wouldn't gut me over the fact that I'd used my power on her when she unfroze.
Which as it happens didn't take too long, praise be to random premature power termination.
She darted her tongue some more before abruptly stopping as she no doubt became aware she had just missed about forty seconds. A low growl escaped her lips as her grip on my wrists tightened. She moved her mouth gradually over to my ear, leaving a trail of kisses along my jaw behind.
"Don't do that again and you'll get to enjoy this just as much as I will." Skitter's voice was husky, full of promises of things to come. At any moment she could compromise my identity, and yet I couldn't bring myself to care enough to do anything about it.
I guess she took my lack of response as compliance because she went right back to kissing me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth once more as I did the same. She released her grip, letting me tentatively grab a hold of her waist. I didn't dare explore her body any further just yet, Skitter though had none of my qualms. Her hands started caressing my chest and arms, sneaking under the armor panels of my suit, tracing lines as they wandered.
The more we made out the more forceful she became, and as she did I couldn't help my hands from coming to rest just under her breast.
She stopped touching my body for a bit before she placed her hands on both sides of my helm.
She separated our lips and pressed her forehead against the visor that covered mine, I searched for her eyes behind her yellow lenses, wanting to to see the passion in them, and I could only guess she was doing the same. It took a moment for both of us to catch our breath.
"Since you know how to use your mouth for things other than being a smartass I've got an even better use for it." She sounded and looked predatory now as a smile full of teeth spread across her face. She nudged me to turn around as she inserted herself between between me and the wall, reversing our positions.
Her grip moved from the sides of my head to my shoulders and she pushed down on them. As I looked down I saw what she'd been doing with her hands during the last bits of our make out session. The pants of her costume were now detached from the top part and rested about mid-thigh, what surprised me most though was the total and utter lack of panties.
I was on my knees in seconds, mesmerized by her sex. A small tuft of neatly trimmed dark brown hair adorned it. Her lips were already glistening.
Ever so slowly she brought her hips forward, closing the distance between her mound and my face. Her musky smell filled my nose and the last of my worries fled my thoughts. I wanted her, I needed her, I had to taste her and please her.
She buried my nose in her pubes just as I finally tasted her. Without a moment of hesitation I lapped at her slit, her juices were sweet and pungent and I wanted more of them. I parted her lips as best as I could with my tongue, withdrew and trailed it on my way up to her clitoris which I kissed just as lovingly as I had her mouth.
Skitter gasped above me, encouraging me to redouble my efforts. I wrapped my arms around her legs and rested my hands on her hips, and buried my face into her sex. I dove into her with my tongue, driving it as deep as I could.
Within minutes she was rendered a writhing, moaning mess. What I didn't expect was for that to only make her even more aggressive. She took hold of my head and ground her sex back and forth on the part of my face that wasn't covered, when she was satisfied with the results she hauled me up to my feet and we both stood there panting heavily until she crushed our lips together once more, occasionally stopping to lick her own juices off my face.
"I need your cock inside me now", Skitter said as she stroked it through my pants.
I wasn't going to argue with that, my pants were so tight they were starting to hurt, which evidently she was eager to relieve me of as she began removing my clothes with so much force she all but tore them apart, I swear she almost dislocated my arm when she got to my top. She did take great care not to remove my helm though, not quite yet completely blinded by her lust it seemed.
Being the gentleman that I was I also got to work removing her suit albeit more gently than she did mine. Doing so I discovered a few small scars on her body, no doubt from all the shit she'd gone through, but otherwise her skin was beautiful, smooth, and almost hairless . Her nipples stood at attention on her small perky breast. Her arms were scrawny but her abs and legs were fairly toned.
Skitter, the terror of Brockton Bay, in all her naked glory, quite the sight to behold.
As for me, well let's just say that while I wasn't built like an Olympian having Aegis on the team was enough of an incentive to exercise since otherwise I'd have looked anorexic compared to him.
She held her body against mine and wrapped her thighs around my shaft, a cheshire smile on her lips as she ground her hips.
Shivers of pleasure ran down my spine as she traced lines across my skin with her fingers, this time directly on my skin. She nibbled on my neck softly, teasing me more than anything as I became harder and harder.
She parted her legs and took hold of my shaft, aligning it with her slit and lowered herself on it, letting out a sigh of relief as she did. Her sex was already tight but she kept squeezing playfully as she rolled her hips, nudging me not so subtly to do my part.
I began moving in rhythm with her, both slowly, savoring every sensation. Her kisses were less savage than they'd been until now, her touches were more tender, and her embrace more loving. It was like she was a different person than before. I lifted her up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Small cute moans would escape her lips every now and then. Seeing her take such pleasure from my ministrations was exhilarating in and of itself.
This lasted for a bit before Skitter interrupted it.
"Look, this is nice, I do enjoy it, but right now it's not what I need, I need you to fuck me, I need you to do me so hard I'll be sore for a week, I want you to ram me so hard it hurts. Can you do that for me?"
It felt as though I was missing something, like she wanted to say something but I wasn't the person she needed to tell it to. As much as I would've liked to to say something nice it was neither the time, nor my place to.
As usual in situations I didn't know what to say I opened my wise-ass mouth.
"Never let it be said that I'm no gentleman, milady asks and shall receive."
A small genuine smile spread across her lips which sent flutters in my stomach.
I withdrew myself until only my tip was at the edge of her lips and slammed my full length back into her in one swift motion, immediately extracting a high-pitched scream from her and making her legs tighten their grip around my waist. I pushed her a little bit higher up the wall, giving myself room to work my hips.
Each time I thrust myself into her she would dig her nails into my shoulder blades and in turn the brief pain would goad me into fucking her even harder. Sweat pearled off her skin making it glisten slightly in the dim light. As time passed her moans gradually turned into labored breaths.
Once in a while I had to slow down to catch my breath and she would take over, bouncing herself up and down with as much force as she could muster.
After a particularly brutal thrust on my part she howled in pain as her back was rammed into the wall for the umpteenth time, her nails gouged deeper than previously, and her head fell on my shoulder.
I thought she was about to ask me to slow down, but no, she bit into my flesh so hard I felt the skin break under her canines as she let out a long screech. She kept clenching her jaw harder and harder which drew out a roar of pain of my own.
In my head I wasn't sure what to do, but my body had a will of it's own. I hammered myself into her with more even more strength, strength I didn't think myself capable of, least of all in a situation like this.
Finally she relinquished her grip on my shoulder and brought her mouth to mine and crushed our lips together letting me savor the coppery taste of my blood.
After that it wasn't long before she began quivering in my arms, her sex clenching down on me, as she came. I didn't stop though, she'd had her relief and I wanted mine.
Her legs flailed about as I kept pounding her until finally I felt myself reach my limit. I pulled out and emptied myself across her stomach.
We both took our time coming down from our high fondling each other gently, leaving kisses all over each other. She paid special attention to the wounds she'd left on my shoulder as if to apologize.
Eventually the petting ended and I manged to get a few words out.
"I really should get going, otherwise others will come looking for me."
She looked uncomfortable for an instant.
"No, stay for a bit longer...please." She said, adding the last word mostly as an attempt not to make it an order.
Not waiting for an answer she took hold of my hand and pulled me towards her bed. She slipped under the covers and invited me to do the same, which I obliged. Once we were both cozy she draped my arm over her and curled herself up against me.
I heard her sob a couple of times before she managed to fall asleep.
Once I was sure she wasn't going to wake up I got up and dressed myself.
I wanted to say something, to comfort her, but it wasn't my place. I didn't know her, not really. Anything I could, would, or should say wouldn't feel right.
