Parasite Dawn

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.