Parasite Dawn Ch. 05

Parasite Dawn Part 5

Jaque stretched and sighed in the morning sun, feeling its warmth kiss his bare arms.

He felt good. Very good. A subtle rumbling in his gut told him his brood felt the same.

For today, he was going to claim Marion Folsom for It.

Getting her somewhere secluded wasn't going to be difficult. Even if her husband was returning tomorrow. They always made sure to not meet the day before Harrod returned, in case he arrived early. It sometimes happened.

It gave Marion time to freshen up, and make sure Harrod was none the wiser.

Jaque should've known better than to indulge Marion. It was not right to drive a wedge in their relationship, no matter how much Marion needed another to fill the need Harrod just couldn't. But there was no need for guilt now... It was going to give him and Marion a chance to redeem themselves, and mend that secret rift. To bring all of the Folsom family into its comforting, liberating embrace.

Marion would still love him. She would love Harrod. They would love all, as was proper.

There was of course a practical motive for infesting the Folsom family through Marion; their influence would help control the village, making it easier for It to seed its gift in everyone, and to keep any external influence from interfering.

And in time, help It expand beyond Donstorf.

There was just the matter of that Priest... somehow, Jaque knew they were going to be a problem. And infesting them wasn't going to be easy, with how alert they were.

And as if summoned by the mere thought, Jaque spied the man in question stepping out of his church, as stiff as always, his eyes catching Jaque's.

Jaque nodded in greeting without missing a single beat, and Father Cawl dipped their brow in return, but those hawkish eyes unsettled Jaque, as if the priest could see through him, see through to It.

But Cawl turned away and continued walking, heading to wherever he needed to go.

Ol' Bart was a sharp one, but so far it seemed he wasn't aware of what was happening. They either had to keep it that away, or move fast enough he didn't have a chance to thwart them.

In the end... he would see the light. Embrace It, as they had done.

For now, he needed to find Marion, and let his charm do its magic...

---

He found Marion talking to one of the shopkeepers behind their store. It seems they were discussing business, Marion often involved in local affairs, her husband focusing on dealings with other towns. They worked well enough together, but clearly there was something lacking in their lives.

As she concluded her business, she bade farewell to the shopkeeper, and slipped into an alley between two buildings. Jaque followed quietly, and made her jump when he wrapped his arms around her waist sensually, laying his chin over her shoulder. He was quick to make himself known, to settle her panic; it was not the first time he'd done this sort of thing, risky as it was, though this may have been the boldest yet.

"Hello my love~" he crooned, inhaling her scent.

Marion was on the mature side, and her curvier body attested to that, but to him, she was beautiful. Time had worn on her, but it made her age appealing, speaking of experience and resilience. She had a few subtle wrinkles in her face, but her slightly pronounced cheeks made her seem warm and welcoming. Her plush lips always offered a delighted smile with little effort, and those blue eyes of hers never failed to light up when she laid them on him.

Her brunette hair was tied in a bun today, normally hanging just below her shoulder blades, better showing off the handful of grey streaks that were starting to appear.

She shuddered momentarily, and gasped softly.

"Jaque, no, we can't. Not here," she warned.

"I know... but you're just so hard to stay away from," he said, gently caressing her belly, though he made sure to back off after a few seconds. It didn't stop him gently squeezing the pudge of her rolls, Marion pleasantly chubby. Not fat, but age had come with some weight, yet she still felt so soft, and perky where it mattered.

"Harrod will be home tomorrow... maybe even today," she warned again, gripping his hand in one of her own, slightly rough from hard work, Marion not some spoiled noblewoman; in a place like this, even the wealthy had known labour and effort.

He found it endearing.

"I know that too... and he might not be away on another trip for a while this time," Jaque remarked, releasing Marion so that it was less suspicious if someone spotted them, adopting a more casual stance. "But I can't wait that long. My bed will feel so empty without your touch in my recent memory. Just one for the road. In our usual place, Harrod won't find us there if he does return early."

"Jaque..." Marion trailed off. She had her reservations, but it was clear to him his idea was tempting. She truly enjoyed her time with Jaque, he made her feel youthful and wanted, he let her take the lead on occasion.

It was for that reason she did have reservations; she didn't want to risk what they had.

She was so enchanting, a beauty mark on her right cheek, her skin possessing the faint remains of a tan from days spent in the sun. Her green cotton dress hugged her curvaceous frame subtly, enough loose fabric to maintain a conservative modesty, beige pants and black shoes rounding out her ensemble. They were pricier garments, befitting of her stature, as was the simple silver necklace she wore around her neck, a single glossy blue rhinestone impressed into a polished steel frame hanging above her chest. A single gold ring denoted her marital status.

"Marion, I know... but we may not see each other for a while. I mean, really 'see' each other. I want to take this chance while we can."

He looked behind himself, checking they weren't being observed, looking over Marion's shoulder, maintaining his casual stance. Marion picked up on it, and nodded her head idly as if she were listening to a simple conversation.

They had an advantage, Marion spoke to Jaque's mentor frequently enough, and Jaque often spoke to her when his mentor couldn't.

It was how they were drawn together in the first place.

"Jaque, it's risky," Marion said again.

"I know... but I just can't get enough of you..."

She offered him a thin smile.

"Nor I you..." she trailed off, glancing either side of him. "Okay. Meet me at our usual place... my love~"

She grinned, gave him a small nod, and turned around with an elegant pivot, leaving the alley.

He smirked, a subtle lick of his lips going unnoticed.

He was remiss that he was to trick her. But he could not suppress his delight in what was about to happen.

---

Jaque finished what work he could as quickly but as casually as possible, avoiding suspicion as he'd done many times before. Then, he calmly left the butcher's hut, washing up as was his habit - only, this time, he quietly lapped up the blood spatter from his work, his parasites creeping up to clean his mouth of the blood, nutrients they savoured.

They had a carnivorous bent to them, and he found himself hungering for meat more than usual. Even raw meat.

He was of course hungry for humans who had yet to receive the gift, just in a much different, and far more delightful way. As Marion was soon to find out.

Once he was clean, he slipped out of the village without arousing suspicion, far more effectively than he'd ever done; Angelica's tailing of him that led to the discovery of his affair would not be repeated, especially now he shared the senses she had.

He laid his work garb where he usually did, and made his way to the barn where he and Marion made love.

She was there, her hair hanging down and her clothes hanging more loosely from her body than usual.

Sun shafts split the interior of the barn, one coming through the roof lighting Marion up and giving her an almost divine glow.

Gods, she was so beautiful. Aged, refined. And more devious than anyone gave her credit for.

She would make a perfect acolyte for It. It would show her that she did not need to hide her lust and desire. Soon, it would serve great purpose.

And the transgressions of her infidelity would be forgiven, as all would share in the love. And she and her husband would be drawn together once more.

"Jaque~" she greeted, her voice taking on a sensual tenor as he approached.

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her body and taking a possessive handful of her rump through her clothes.

She yelped and laughed, wiggling slowly against him.

"Oh my, you're grabby today~" she teased, pecking his neck with her soft lips.

"Just making the most of our time~" he answered as his hand kneaded that spongy rear.

She wasn't as pliant as someone like Angelica or Nina, women younger than her. But there was another appeal to her doughy curves, his fingers sinking deep into her flesh, thwarted only by her clothes.

His other hand slid up her back, feeling that thin, soft layer of body fat that clung to her frame.

She was by no means overweight, but her chubby physique was a product of middle age, and yet the curves left her with a certain fertile allure, even if she was nearing the end of those days.

Not for much longer.

He'd enjoy her first, her hands creeping up his back in return. He felt his rear gripped with the same intensity as he fondled hers, Marion even going so far as to give it a playful slap through his pants.

She was such a devious minx, he couldn't help laughing, though the lusting murmurs from both their mouths soon muffled as they locked their lips together. The smacking of their kiss was wet and lurid, and their tongues eagerly danced around each other, tasting and teasing.

Marion pressed her frame against his, eager to enjoy herself as she brought her other hand to the back of his head. They started to turn on the spot, rotating around one another and slowly ambling closer to a pile of hay.

They stumbled, and suddenly fell over, Marion squawking as they toppled. Though she laughed when they fell into the pile of hay, watching Jaque loom atop of her.

He smiled, and slowly brought his hands to her shoulders, the strength in them tempered enough their grip was gentle, sensual.

His smile faded slightly as he really drank in her body, his fingertips starting to creep down her arms, seamlessly transferring to her body and tenderly tracing her curves.

His palms brushed across her bust, gravity compressing the soft, voluminous globes, covered by her dress. He couldn't see her nipples through the folds of her dress, but he felt them poke into his hands as they passed over the caps of each breast, a gentle sigh leaving Marion's lips.

Her own hands began to wander, and he felt one cup his junk through his pants, vigour quickly filling his already half-erect member once she began to fondle and knead, eager to excite what she so craved.

It was no secret between them that their bodies were something they both delighted in, not just their company. And they'd grown very familiar with every curve, every nook and cranny, every little point of stimulation, every particular spot they liked to touch and have touched.

Such as the minute divot at her waist, just below her ribs. He squeezed the soft muscle there, and she let out a harder gasp, delighting in the sensation.

Her own hand slipped beneath his shirt, teasing one of his nipples. Though worn with age and effort, her touch was silky and desirous, circling one nub and then the next with a delicate pressure, feathery and precise.

It made him moan softly, a less masculine sound than what usually came out of him. He hadn't really shown this side even when Angelica had coerced him, it was something that came out for Marion.

They murmured together, their kiss breaking and attacking each other's neck, hot lips mouthing over tender flesh and tensing muscles. Their hands continued to explore each other, and slowly, their clothing began to loosen.

Jaque sat up, and brought his hand to Marion's dress, carefully but enthusiastically stripping it from her body, tossing it over his shoulder and letting her bust wobble free, shifting and compressing down from gravity, those respectable areolae each the size of a silver coin, puffy and propping up a firm nipple each.

His hands hovered over Marion's breasts, fingers carefully drumming across the soft, yielding skin over those spongy globes, compressed from gravity, but they had almost nothing in the way of stretch marks, her bust sagging beautifully when she stood upright, and smoothing out when she was on her back like now.

He tugged his thumbs against her nipples, making her gasp softly... until her hands moved to his shirt, and helped slide it off his body, revealing his bare chest to her, which she took every opportunity to caress and touch, fingers dragging down his pecs and grazing along the subtle gutter between his abdominal muscles.

He murmured quietly, happily, as she explored him. He continued himself with massaging her bust, sinking his fingers into her malleable flesh, seeing how it filled the gaps between digits.

He looked down, and saw her hands moving to his pants. It seemed they were to be removed next, lifting himself away from Marion's body so she could slowly guide his pants off his body, fingertips grazing against his rump and thigh in the process.

He moved, extricating himself from his pants and underwear both, kicking them away once Marion's fingers left the garments, his boots flying off with them and landing with dull thumps.

Now he was naked above her, his erection throbbing and his foreskin starting to roll back.

Marion's hand helped it unfurl the rest of the way, her touch delicately exposing his glans, fingertips grazing over his helm, admiring his masculine organ.

"So eager today~" she exclaimed, licking her lips. Her eyes then shifted a little further down, and she raised a brow. "Have you been shaving?"

He paused, and looked down himself; the normally neat but untrimmed bush around his root had thinned out, hair degrading and falling out, thought not at this moment. It left his shrub looking shrunk, exposing more of his member.

He knew why. He knew It was making subtle changes to his body to improve the most intimate of relations with Its subjects and prospective hosts.

Jaque smirked, and pecked Marion on the lips.

"Of course~ I figured I'd try something a little different this time~"

He chuckled, and Marion laughed with him, drumming fingertips down his spine with her other hand, stroking the underside of his rod with her curling index finger on the hand hovering near.

"Let me know when you're done with it, I'd like to see what you look like smooth down there~"

They both chuckled together, but seeing Marion only topless was not enough for Jaque. He needed to see her in her entire glory.

His fingers found the hem of her lower dress, tugging it down until he caught the edges of her simple cloth underwear. And with sensual focus, tugged her garments down her legs and tugged her shoes off with them.

He placed them to the side, and let his hands creep up her outer thighs, gently rolling his thumbs against the softer inner flesh.

She wasn't perfectly silky smooth, she had her uneven surfaces here and there. Subtle stretch marks around her joints, some lumpy skin around her buttocks and thighs. A few sun spots scattered about, and shallow veins just slightly more visible in different parts.

But still, her age had a beauty to it, matured and refined, still curvy and soft, still radiant and lively, her complexion healthy and her body plump where it mattered without being fat.

He appreciated her, even with the beginnings of the toll age took on one's body. It had its own appeal.

And the woman who owned that body, knew how to enjoy it.

"You're so beautiful," he praised softly, earning a teasing laugh for his trouble.

"You say that every time, Jaque... never stop~"

"I don't plan to~"

He growled playfully, and brought his face to her belly, and buried it in the soft rolls of her gut. She laughed and squirmed, cheerfully resisting his kissing and sucking of her stomach.

He reverently worked his mouth over her body, tongue curling in long, slick strokes to taste her, his hands gliding along her thighs and up her sides, whilst her own played with his hair and traced his spine.

She murmured happily, the sounds that had really enamoured him with her.

He did love her. Now, with Its guidance, he was going to help her. And she would rekindle the flame with her husband that had extinguished so long ago.

Gradually, his lapping and pecking neared her bust, a hand going to one and his mouth rolling over the underside of the other. His other hand found her shoulder and held onto it for leverage.

Lips slowly worked their way up towards the cap of her breast, and his hand toyed with that other fatty globe desirously, fingers sinking deep into the flesh and kneading pleasantly. Murmurs escaped Marion's lips, but her hands tugged him closer, encouragement without words.

His tongue had folded over on a long, gliding drag to the peak of her breast, and swamped her nipple when it arrived.

His lips immediately clasped the bud and suckled hard, murmuring to send some vibrations into her meat, leaving the hand to her other breast to creep up to her nipple there, and gently catch it between thumb and index finger.

He rolled her nub carefully between the digits, grazing along the base of it and over the areola, while the rest of his fingers, and his palm, kneaded the fatty mound.

Soft gasps left her, pleased and stimulated. She wasn't about to stop Jaque's efforts, especially not once he began to tug on her breast with his mouth, the smacking of his effort filling the barn, mixing with the low moan that escaped from her lips.

Her nipples and areolae, though long since dry, showed signs of fertility, long ago having nursed her daughter Colette as a babe. Now she had nothing to give. A small disappointment... but once she had been brought into the fold, welcomed It into her mind, body, and soul, she would be granted Its boons, and her maternal qualities would flourish once more.

He was giddy with anticipation.

Until then, he contented himself with the taste of her peaks, swapping over to give both equal attention from his mouth. But in time, he felt he had pleased her breasts thoroughly enough.

Now it was time for her breasts to please him.

He brought himself up, twisting his body around until he straddled her chest, making sure to put pressure on the ground and not her.

Her eyes widened in mild surprise, but smirked once she realised his intent.

"Wow, you're really frisky today, Mister Jaque~" she observed with a playful tone, watching him grasp his member and gently tap it to her sternum as he slid it into her cleavage. "You're getting rather bold~"

"You're a bad influence in that regard~" he shot back with a charming smile.

Her retort was a wicked grin, pinning her lip seductively.

"That I am~" she teased, grasping her breasts and squeezing them around his member.

Her malleable flesh let each globe wrap snugly around his mast, though she couldn't squeeze too tight once she began to gently pump, brushing her mounds against his rod, making sure friction didn't cause discomfort.

Every now and then, she let her breasts splay wide so she could spit upon his cock and the inner surfaces of her cleavage, offering some token lubrication.

The precum that soon oozed from his tip provided quite a bit more.

He was rather generous this day.

"Wow, Jaque, I didn't think you were this pent up... it's only been a day or so," she remarked, watching as fat globs of his arousal smeared onto her skin, Marion pumping her breasts in opposite directions for a change of pace, and to more thoroughly lather his liquid desire into her skin, slicking her globes that little bit more.

She had no idea it was another product of his own enlightenment. Greater production of such fluids, to make copulation all the smoother, all the sweeter.

"I guess you have that effect on me~" he answered without missing a beat, starting to rock his hips back and forth.

Marion smirked, murmuring and crooning lewdly, gently massaging his rod with her bust as he pushed back and forth, making sure she put plenty of pressure on his glans.

Soft grunts and airy sighs left him, his hands moving to brace on her shoulders for leverage.

The way her breasts subtly wobbled, even with Marion moving them only at slow speeds, was hypnotic and delightful. It filled his thoughts with images of her potential, of her tempting unsuspecting men, and letting them know the ecstasy of her 'kiss'.

His parasites rumbled in his belly, and he shared their enthusiasm. She'd share in the intoxicating wonder of such a kiss soon enough.

He began to pick up speed, rocking his hips with enough force a gentle slapping reached their ears, Marion murmuring softly, blowing warm air across his helm every time it emerged from the depths of her cleavage.

She unfurled her tongue, and though he couldn't push far enough to feel it grace his tip, she funnelled more saliva down into her cleavage to keep things nice and slick, even with each slowly strengthening throb of his cock pushing more thick precum into her cleavage to be smeared all around.

It gave him the latitude to start thrusting that little bit faster, making Marion's bust practically jiggle now, nipples flicking back and forth with each louder clap of his hips to the underbelly of her chest, Marion pumping them with less range now that Jaque was taking more of the lead.

"Fuck, Marion, your tits are so damn soft," he remarked, feeling a pressure building in his loins already.

"You know damn well I can make you cum with these~" she teased, briefly jiggling her breasts left and right with a rapid slick noise.

"Like you're about to~?"

"Like I'm about to~"

She really was such a saucy wench when she wanted to be. The only reason this affair was even happening was because of Harrod's low libido and frequent trips away from Donstorf. It left Marion with no outlet for her own desires, and dealing with loneliness, even if her husband was good to her.

She just needed more, and Jaque provided. That would all be mended soon...

He thrust faster, the clapping making her breasts wobble madly, Marion gasping at the intensity.

"You're gonna cum soon~?" she asked huskily, seductively, squeezing her chest tighter around his thrusting rod.

"Yeah... close..." Jaque warned with some strain, his face tense as pleasure built.

He got that little bit faster, and then issued a low, strained moan of ecstasy, his hips jerking, his balls convulsing, and his cock throbbing as heavy ropes were released right onto Marion's chest, the first fat strand smacking her in the face, the second hitting her in the chin.

She squawked in surprise at the force of his climax, and murmured salaciously when Jaque pulled his hips back in order to release several pumps right in the depths of her cleavage, Marion stroking her bosom to smear it all around.

He could feel the sticky sensation of his cum lathering into her skin and clinging to her flesh and his, her gentle pumping producing a slippery noise that just managed to reach his ears.

When he finally stopped, she let her breasts part, revealing the obscene mess he had left behind; white strands spanned the gully of her bust, sagging and breaking. Sticky residue glistened on her skin, and a strong, musky aroma wafted up to tickle Jaque's nose, more sensitive now than before.

Marion dragged a fingertip along her sternum, gathering up a small collection of his release, and slipped it between her lips.

She suckled tight as she pulled her digit back out of her mouth, murmuring lewdly and closing her eyes in satisfaction, until her finger popped free of her mouth. She finished with a devious lick of her fingertip, to make sure she'd thoroughly sucked it clean.

"I don't know what it is," she began, fixing him with a sultry look, "but you taste... richer, today."

Jaque shrugged.

"Maybe you just think I do because we won't be able to sneak off for a while," Jaque lied, his misdirection good enough for Marion.

"Well, whatever the reason, I like it~"

She then reached up and pushed on his head, directing him downward towards her crotch.

"But I made you cum already, now you make me cum, my love~"

She laughed deviously, and he cast her a smirk; he knew exactly what to do.

And knew her weak points.

He crawled down her body, licks and kisses marking his path, giggles and gasps escaping Marion in response.

Once more he was between her thighs, grasping them at the knees and splaying her legs a little bit wider, further exposing her pink sex, the puffy vulva fat and glistening with arousal. A neat bush, trimmed and cared for, sprouted above her pussy, leaving little to get in his way.

He smirked, hands sliding from her knees with a rotating glide to grace her inner thighs, dragging upwards with teasing fingertips until they came to her pelvis, delicately splaying out across her joints.

Thumbs stretched out and found her labia, peeling them back to fully reveal the pink, sopping flesh within.

He could see her muscles twitching in anticipation, her entrance all but 'winking' at him from her reflexive squeezes.

He licked his lips, and pushed a thumb over to the tip of her pussy, and quickly found her clitoris, rubbing that sensitive bud with a circular touch, prodding it every now and then, teasing between her hood with his other thumb.

Sultry, whimpering sighs left her, fingers clutching at the hay around her as Jaque got to work.

He let his thumbs exchange points of attack, but kept his focus upon her clit for a little while longer. And then, he leaned in, and curled his tongue across her nub with an extra firmness, tugging against it as he withdrew his muscle.

"Yes... yes, right there..." Marion insisted, groaning and arching her back as his efforts got to her.

He brought his tongue back to her clit, and squeezed it around the base, waggling slowly. The moans that came out of her mouth brought him life, and he was terribly tempted to just implant his parasites into her womb right now.

But if he did, she might've managed to force him off, or at least harm him and escape from him before his parasites could take hold. If the village found out, Its plan would never be realised.

And he cared for her too much to not make sure, when the time came, that she was properly restrained and unable to resist.

So he kept licking her clit, tongue curls just as delicate as they were with her nipples. Of course, her bud down south was substantially more sensitive than her nipples, and he felt the wincing in her body with every lick.

He eventually sealed his mouth utterly to her vulva, feeling the fat, spongy folds compress against his lips.

He drew her bud into his mouth and began to rapidly lap at the sensitive organ, and earned truly delicious moans for his trouble.

His hands did not remain idle, curling around her outer thighs and teasing fingertips across her hips.

Jaque knew every square inch of her body; every curve, every subtle hidden wrinkle, every patch of smooth skin, every spot of softer muscle, every little detail, ingrained into the memory of his hands.

And her delighted croons and shallow squirms upon the hay only made him feel all the greater for his effort, murmuring into her pussy and letting his vibrations speak his desire.

A harsher, shakier gasp issued from her mouth, and a hand finally came down to rest upon his head, pushing down gently and encouraging him to sink his face as deep into her mound as he could achieve.

Still, his attention remained on her clitoris, flicking it rapidly back and forth now, and prompting Marion's back to arch.

"Oh fuck!" she whined with a shrill, pinched voice, subtle muscle quivers a sign that he was getting her closer to release.

He grinned against her vulva, and intensified the suckling to her clitoris, enough that wet smacks made it to her ears.

"Don't stop, don't stop~!"

He had no intention of doing so... and only made her scream when he brought a finger to her pussy, pushing it in as he focused on her bud.

He only needed one, sinking it to the knuckle and grazing across her trigger spot, and prodded it repeatedly.

Marion's yowl of bliss was exquisite, and he loosed a great murmur of satisfaction into her sex, more vibrations to tantalise her mind.

Her thighs shuddered, and closed around Jaque's head, her hand taking a tuft of his hair in her grip, pulling him tight against her muff.

There was no backing out now. Not that he planned to; he was driving her to the finish, before they got to the final round.

His smirk was broad enough she could surely feel it... or perhaps not, with how she was reacting to his now fierce tongue thrashing upon her clitoris.

Between that, his lips firmly tugging on her bud, and his rapidly plunging finger, it was no wonder she almost bucked his face off her crotch when she finally came, her hand holding him down doing most of the work keeping his mouth to her orgasming pussy.

Her body arched and her muscles spasmed sharply, the walls of her pussy especially chaotic as they clenched around his finger. A surge of moisture came, soaking his finger, and her shuddering reached a feverish pitch, before her climax came to a close.

It was still lingering, her body shaking lightly and her breaths coming out heated and husky.

He pulled away from her groin, spying her chest rising and falling far, all but heaving.

"I think I did well enough~" he teased, and she responded with a weary laugh, still catching her breath.

"Your tongue is as wicked as your strokes~" she retorted, closing her eyes and rolling her head back in the hay, grinding against the ad hoc bed and revelling in the afterglow.

Jaque admired her body, sliding a hand across the shallow pudge of her belly, thumb grazing across her navel. His other hand dragged its knuckles softly upside her waist, brushing it across the underbelly of one of her breasts before he brought both of his hands to her midsection.

He crawled forward and gave her a good look at his throbbing erection.

"I'm going to make this one to remember~" he told her, a surreptitious hint she naturally did not pick up on, Marion loosing a coy giggle.

"You act like we're never going to get another chance, Jaque... we'll have plenty of opportunity in the future, when Harrod goes on his next business trip~" she assured, cupping his face with delicate fingertips.

"I know... but didn't you say I was a little friskier today~? Guess I am~ Now, let me take the lead~ I want to show you how much I love you, Marion~"

She did not protest, her narrowed eyes lusty and tempting, her pinned lower lip beckoning him to continue as he grasped his cock in one hand, and began to tease his lover with the tip, dragging his helm up and down between her fat labia, grinding firmly over her entrance and her clit.

A seething noise of delight escaped through her teeth, and she rocked her head back into the hay, clutching one of her breasts in one hand and playing with it more aggressively than he ever had, her other hand reaching up to grip his shoulder, fingertips digging in quite roughly, but he didn't mind.

He kept his teasing up a little longer, rubbing his mast side to side and in circular motions.

She was wetter than ever, and grinding his sensitive helm firmly to her vulva had yielded its own results, fresh, viscous precum smearing into her entrance and across her flower.

But patience was something neither had in infinite supply; these trysts could never last too long, for they couldn't be gone for too long, lest suspicion arise.

For Jaque, though, he could feel the burning need of his parasites to draw Marion into the fold, to let her become one with It.

He had to help her with Harrod. Give her the means to light that fire once more.

Who knows, maybe they'd share her and get her screaming in ecstasy. It was only fair she got to enjoy her coming liberation.

He pushed those thoughts aside lest he got caught in them, and focused on the here and now.

Preempting any whining pleas to put it in, Jaque gave Marion what she wanted, and slowly began to push inside.

"Ooooh fuuuck," she mewled, his cock stretching her walls pleasantly.

Middle age might've started taking its toll on her, but her vagina was as wonderful ever; not too tight, but hardly loose, pleasantly snug with the occasional strong contraction, like a firm, warm and slick massage.

He sank his cock to the hilt, balls coming to rest upon her body, her legs loosely wrapping around his own.

He draped himself over her, sliding his hands up her body until he was holding onto her shoulders, ready to offer their leverage.

Marion smiled at him.

"Go on~" she crooned, and with a smile, he pushed in to press his lips to hers, and started to thrust.

Her arms draped over his body, holding him close. His chest brushed over her own bust, and he felt the caress of her thighs as he began to rock his hips back and forth.

He sighed in delight right into her mouth, tongue sallying forth to do 'battle' with Marion's, tasting each other eagerly.

His back rolled with sensual, graceful movements, cock plunging into her depths, her clitoris gently compressed every time he pushed his body right down and buried his mast as deep as it could go.

Precum oozed profusely from his tip, though she was so wet, the extra lubrication was entirely unnecessary.

Jaque's rear rose and fell with his fluid motions, slowly picking up speed. Eventually, his balls began to swing, and softly bumped into her body, getting wet from the fluids leaking out of her pussy.

He could hear it, the faintest of squelching, her soft flesh clenching tightly every now and then smearing her sopping arousal into his turgid meat, her heat to rival his.

Their hands began to roam across each other, Marion's short nails gently scratching his skin, leaving faint, temporary red welts on his back, whilst Jaque groped her softer parts, like the sides of her breasts or the edges of her gut.

He got faster, murmuring hotly into her mouth as their kiss continued. It was not one Jaque planned to break. No, he planned to take it even deeper.

Only a few more moments now...

His hips now slapped against Marion's, wet and dull. His balls smacked against her now, but he did not perceive any discomfort from that.

He was losing himself to the lust now, feeling a rising ejaculation coming.

Normally, this was where he would time his withdrawal, to paint his seed all across her body, just in case.

Not this time. She was going to take his seed deep... but he had to be quick. He had to strike before she realised he wasn't going to pull out.

At the moment, she seemed to be drunk on the ecstasy, close to her own release. The perfect opportunity to claim her.

He gripped her head and pushed his lips more firmly upon hers. This prompted a flicker of confusion across her face... until she felt that unnatural tendril crawling out of Jaque's mouth and worming over her tongue.

The feelers came next, squeezing out past his lips and lashing around her head, anchoring her and leaving no means of escape.

Feeling that tentacle pushing into her throat, she began to panic with wide eyes, beating her hands across his back, but in this position, she had no leverage.

He was slapping his hips madly now, so close to release and pushing her over the edge in the process, her scrabbling arms shuddering as ecstasy made her falter, her mind coming to a halt as so many mixed feelings flooded it... especially once his parasites were squeezing their way down her gullet.

It was at that moment he decided to release his load, slamming his hips hard into her crotch, pushing down and only letting sharp, shallow jerks of his hips accompany the throbbing pulses of his seed, balls jumping with every pump of his cum into her depths.

She squirmed madly, overwhelmed with fear, confusion, ecstasy and a myriad of other feelings clashing and blending all at once.

Spasms mixed with her struggles, her cries of panic melting into moans of bliss, oscillating between the two as her mind and body could not make up what it wanted to feel.

Her resistance was weak, too overwhelmed to put much strength into her fight. So, she gagged as each larval parasite wormed their way down her throat into her stomach, rooting themselves down and slowly binding with her body.

The fluids that came with them heightened her sensitivity, and calmed her distress, her resistance weakening. The influence of the parasites taking it further, until she went limp beneath his slowly thrusting form, groaning drunkenly, her eyes rolling up in overwhelming stimulation.

Eventually, she passed out from it all, and Jaque removed his tentacle from her gullet, the feelers releasing her head now that he no longer needed to restrain her, murmuring as he felt his gifts slither back into his body.

His hips pulled back, a small trickle of his cum oozing from her slit.

Standing up, he admired her prone, unconscious form, glistening with sweat and other less wholesome substances, her hair dishevelled and her face taking on a strange expression.

He wanted so much, when she awoke, to mate with her again. To indulge in further depravity like he had with Angelica after she had so generously endowed him with Its gift.

But by the time Marion woke up, it would've been too late to keep going before some people in the village started asking questions. He'd have to content himself with a kiss, and the knowledge that Marion was going to further Its aims, bring more love to the people of Donstorf... and bring her family closer together.

---

Marion stretched herself taut when she stirred, limbs spreading every which way until she regained control of herself, fingers flexing and tongue curling before her lips. She tucked herself up into a sitting position, knees near her chest, and spied Jaque leaning against the wall nearby, his warm smile a wonderful greeting after her spell unconscious.

She could feel things... different things... wonderful things. She could feel It. It was telling her what had happened, what It wanted with her. What It had planned for Donstorf, and beyond.

Jaque was clothed, but she could still see his wonderfully sculpted body. The way it heaved, the way it flexed beneath her fingers... so close upon hers.

"Jaque~" she greeted, rising shakily from her position on the pile of hay, some blades of the stuff falling off her back.

She embraced him and shared a kiss, their tongues mingling more lecherously than even during their most raunchy of encounters.

Their saliva was sweet to the both of them, something Marion hadn't quite noticed before, but now could not ignore.

Reluctantly, their kiss was broken, Jaque gently pushing on her shoulders.

She knew why; they'd been gone long enough. These meetings never could go for too long.

Still, she had to get something off her chest.

"I'm... feeling guilty," she admitted to Jaque, holding onto him for comfort.

"Over us? Our affair?" he surmised. Marion nodded.

Jaque smiled and caressed her shoulders and one of her cheeks.

"It has given you a great gift, not just in the parasites I've given you. But a chance to repair your connection with Harrod. Claim him, and you will find the fire you always needed... and, of course, I will always be here~ All of us, will be here, together~"

Marion smiled happily, her spirits buoyed.

"My husband, my precious daughter... I will bring them into Its loving embrace~"

Jaque leaned close and pecked her affectionately on the lips.

"I know you will~"

They both laughed, eager to see Its will done.

---

Marion made her way home, making sure she cleaned herself off in the meantime, tidying up her dress and looking like she had not just committed a debauched act of infidelity. Or had herself implanted with unnatural parasites.

Harrod was a good man, but traditional. Not one to harm, but if he found out, it would've destroyed him. And he would have felt compelled to enact some sort of punishment for her transgression. It wouldn't be physical, and he wouldn't take any pleasure in it... but it would have cost her dearly.

But she could open his eyes, reveal to him the truth of Its ways. That dogma need not control their lives, that they had another path now. Its path. All would be one in its love. Their love would be for all. But the love between partners, that remained sacred. Marion had a chance to ensure that.

However, as she returned, she found herself intercepted by Father Cawl.

The Priest was as stony faced and impassive as ever, giving a polite nod in greeting.

Marion returned with a hello, friendly like always, but she bristled internally.

She'd always respected Bartholomew, even with how aloof he was... but she and It both knew the priest was damned perceptive.

If there was anyone who might notice what was happening in the village, it was him.

"Did you enjoy your walk?" he asked her.

"Mmm, quite," she answered without skipping a beat.

She often went for walks, a perfect cover for covert rendezvous with Jaque. As long as neither he nor her were gone for too long or seen returning together.

But deep down, she always suspected Cawl knew. Why he never brought it up, confronted her, Jaque, or Harrod, she did not know. Truthfully, she hadn't ever wanted to admit to herself the possibility, but her new enlightenment demanded she took it into account.

Cawl's opinion on the affair was irrelevant, if he did know. It wouldn't matter soon enough. But if it potentially clued him on what else was happening, that'd be a problem.

"I just wanted to know, has there been anything unusual with your husband of late?"

"No. Why do you ask?" Marion answered calmly, betraying nothing, at least she hoped so.

Father Cawl dipped his head in thought.

"Just some minor concerns of mine, about recent happenings in the village. I was wondering if your husband might have known anything, or if he might've brought something back on a recent business trip."

Marion put on a calm but indignant air.

"I assure you, my husband is a good and careful man. He would know if he brought back anything tainted with disease. And nor would he involve himself in any underground dealings, Father Cawl. You should know better than to question his honour."

Bartholomew closed his eyes softly, nodding slightly.

"Forgive me, I was out of place. I did not mean to impugn Mister Folsom's honour, nor yours by association, Missus Folsom. I am just making sure that the people of Donstorf are safe from whatever might plague their soul."

Marion sighed.

"You are a dutiful man, Father Cawl, and I respect your sermons. But the middle of the street is not a place for them. And it is not your job to keep the peace, if that is your concern. Leave it to the Watchman, Tanner is always keeping his eye out," she said.

It was an empty remark, but one that made sense for her; Tanner kept his eye out alright, on every merchant wagon that came in with the local tavern's next consignment of ale.

He could catch pickpockets and vagrants, but even the local children could outwit him.

They didn't try to play such games with 'Ol' Bart'.

"You're right, of course. It is just a small concern more related to the souls of the people here. That is my purview, after all."

He bowed his head with a small gesture to his brow.

"I bid you good day, Missus Folsom," he said.

"And to you, Father Cawl," Marion replied, dipping her own head politely.

He walked on, the sun starting to dip towards the horizon, casting faintly amber shafts on his body through some windows.

She knew that he was going to be a problem... and feared he knew more than he was letting on.

---

The encounter with Father Cawl had left her a little concerned, but It had assured her he wouldn't be an issue. They would have the town thoroughly infested by the time he could do anything. It was not arrogance, It too was cautious of Father Cawl. But with who had come to its embrace already, and with her ready to bring her family into the fold, it seemed unlikely that Bartholomew would be able to do anything in the time he had, given the scale of what would soon unfold.

Angelica, Sven, Nina, Delilah... they were, right now, no doubt spreading Its will. The more who joined It, the faster Its love spread. Soon, it'd be too quick and widespread for anyone like Cawl to stop.

Alas, she could not infest anyone so readily. She needed to give her own brood time to grow. Fortunately, she knew her first target.

She came upon her home, a single story structure, but large compared to the others in Donstorf. It was situated on a small hill, just North East of the village centre, overlooking the rest of the town. The house was wood and brick construction, the sturdiest building in all of Donstorf outside of the church and the food stores.

Light grey plaster covered the brick, the wood frame given a dark lacquer and standing out with a contrast. The window frames were similar, while the porch that spanned the front facade sported an awning held up by wooden posts with green creepers curling up near to their tops from planters at their base, garden plots with a variety of simple, colourful flowers and small, aesthetic shrubbery dug just before the porch.

Simple stone steps led up to the front double doors, a brass knocker on both with the symbol of an Oxen's horn carved into the middle of each door, below small windows at head height.

Marion pushed the doors ajar, and entered the house, spacious but simple on the inside, grey walls decorated by the odd portrait of relatives and landscapes and the occasional painting of an individual plant or flower, and a handful of horses.

They didn't have much, they weren't obscenely wealthy. The paintings were mostly from a distant and now deceased relative. But the place was tidy and clean, thanks to their maid Jilian, always such a diligent girl. She'd be next... after Colette and Harrod.

And as if summoned by the thought, walking through an open doorway on the left was Marion's daughter herself, lithe and clothed in her pale yellow dress, barefoot as usual, brunette hair hanging down to her shoulders.

Green eyes met her mother, and gave a thin but slightly nonchalant smile in greeting.

"Oh, hello mother," Colette greeted, just a mite ambivalent to her mother's return. "Father won't be here until midday tomorrow or later, I received a letter earlier."

"Oh, that's fine. Go and get ready for dinner, I will cook tonight," Marion stated.

"Of course. Until then," Colette remarked, wandering off to do whatever, the girl sometimes a little listless these days.

But that did not stop Marion licking her lips surreptitiously, a wicked expression briefly flashing across her face as taboo desire took hold.

Tonight, dinner would give her strength.

Tomorrow, she'd make sure Colette and herself had enough to infest Harrod...