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The Love Parasite

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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The day began like any other. But it was not like any other, as something far more sinisterly sensual curled into the dreams of one particular man. Curtis twisted back and forth in his marriage bed, lips turning down with the dark graze of stubble on his chin, eyes darting beneath closed eyelids. He may have been safe in bed with his wife, her hair splayed in a halo across the pillow, but the dream was far from that.

In the dream world, he panted harshly, on all fours with something tickling the very base of his spine. Mist swept around him, poised on a hillside with soft, green turf pressing up into his palms and knees. Yet he was naked and still not naked – something warm and fuzzy covering his limbs so he could not quite feel the chill of the mist. As he panted, his lips pulled back from his teeth, something so distinctly feral that he caught himself doubting his own humanity at that very moment.

For he was no longer human in the dream, but something more feral, something stronger than a human being could ever hope to become. He stood, slowly, feeling out the limits of his new body as his centre of balance shifted, something waving and lifting from his back like an undulating ribbon caught by a discreet breeze. He clenched his hand – no. They were paws. Staring down at them, he gaped at the short, black claws poking out from his fingertips. Brown fur covered him from head to toe, warming him against a cold that he could not even feel, and Curtis gasped lightly as he turned his head from side to side, the odd sensation of something moving on top of his head making him want to look up even if he knew he wouldn't actually be able to see what was there.

Feline... Feral. The words swam into his head as if placed there by a higher being and he straightened his upper back, chest lifting. Yes, he was stronger, larger, more powerful than all of them. And he was what he was – something of another world entirely.

As he growled into the mist, it seemed to solidify his image, or what he thought to be his image, before him, reflecting his likeness back at him. And a cougar stared back – one that walked on two legs with four tentacles sprouting from some point on his back. His ears folded back as he stared, shoulders rolling with every breath, eyes alight with a strange, ethereal glow.

A demon.

Curtis' eyes snapped open and the cougar was no more, as suddenly as he'd appeared in the first place. His arm throbbed and he sat up swiftly, barely pausing to take note of the now empty space in the bed beside him as he growled and swore under his breath, a red, pulsing lump rising angrily to his touch.

“The fuck?" He muttered, brow furrowed.

The pain, however, faded swiftly, leaving only the mark as a reminder of the injury or distress to his body that had surely happened. Scooting back on the bed, clad only in his boxer briefs, Curtis scraped his palm along the sheets, searching with his fingertips for whatever had jabbed him or stabbed him or bit him or what. But there was nothing there, his movement only serving to raise the faintly alluring scent of his wife's perfume.

Sighing, he sat up fully and swung his legs over the side of the bed. She'd be downstairs waiting for him and, well, it was a work day. He had to get on, regardless of his rude awakening, although that certainly didn't stop him grumbling under his breath as he stomped across the bedroom floor, intent on reaching the bathroom. Wrapped up in his own mumbling over the oncoming day of work and the day job that made his mind number and number by the hour, Curtis didn't even lift his head to the miniscule scuttle of claws as something distinctly insectoid concealed itself in the corner of the bedroom, hiding amongst the spider webs.

Downstairs, busy in the sizeable kitchen-diner, Kasey bounced on the balls of her bare feet, dark brown hair falling down loosely over her bare shoulders and arms, tattoos on show, in the midst of preparing breakfast. Her husband, of course, would decide whatever he wanted when he actually managed to drag his limp form out of bed, but scrambled eggs on toast sounded like a most excellent start for her. Her usual seat at the wooden breakfast table lured her in with a mug of hot coffee complete with a wisp of steam curling from the stilling surface.

A newspaper rested on the table beside her plate as she set it down, open to the second page as if it too was perhaps yearning to be devoured, albeit in a different way. But they didn't usually get the paper delivered to the door, much less brought inside the house for them, purely of its own whim. Every morning, without fail, she had to traipse down to the post box and retrieve it – her least favourite job when it came to the chill of winter.

She frowned, scratching her arm as her fingers quested out to the paper, one corner resting casually over the edge of the round table as if it had been placed there deliberately. Had Helena brought it in? Normally that girl wasn't seen up before noon while on her breaks from university! She supposed her daughter deserved the rest though. Even if she could help out with the household chores more than she actually did.

“Hel?" She called, raising her voice so that it carried adequately up the stairs. “Did you bring the paper in?"

No answer was forthcoming and she shrugged as she sat down at the kitchen table, the hard-backed chair familiar against her skin. The sleeveless night shirt sagged down her back, but she only squirmed a little in her seat, not bothering to take the time to adjust it as she peered down at her breasts. A little feminine – or personal – vanity could not go amiss as she admired how they swelled through the fabric, nipples perky and hard. Kasey giggled and rolled her eyes, only then dropping them to the newspaper still clasped in her hand.

“Whatever has gone on in the world this time, I wonder?" She murmured to herself, flicking her gaze across the paper. “I'm sure it's the same old stuff as normal, horror and destruction at every turn."

Well, she'd never claimed to not be sarcastic. Kasey smirked at her own joke and batted the paper onto the table, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Wrinkling her nose, she stifled a sneeze and went to take a bite of eggs just as the story that had been waiting for her all morning – as much of it that had passed already, that was – jumped out at her.

Parasite escaped!

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So the headline of the main page read, the font block and dramatic as if it wanted to haul her into the text itself, make her part of the story.

Devon Laboratories have released a statement that a hybridisation of several, undisclosed, species was not found in its tank on the morning of October 30th and is now at large. The creature, which mutates on a daily basis within a specific size range dictated by that of the creatures whose DNA it shares, is highly venomous and no research has yet been conducted into the effects of the venom.

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Residents of the local area have been advised to stay indoors and schools have been closed with the recommendation that children are not to be permitted outdoors until the creature is either trapped or destroyed for the safety of those in the near vicinity. News stations are currently running this in an effort to notify as many citizens as possible of the risk, although there is a concern that they will not be able to reach enough people in time and the hybrid “parasite" may only be captured when an unsuspecting citizen stumbles across it.

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While crisis teams from the laboratory have hired a team to go out hunting the creature and speaking to residents who have not yet been informed in person, they also generously supplied hazard suits out of their own pocket that will protect against the creatures bite. It has not yet been seen without a pair of sharp, pincer-like jaws that can pierce skin and, if residents must leave their homes, they are advised to wear long boots and thick clothing, leaving as little bare skin exposed as possible.

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Devon Laboratories will release an official statement detailing further events in due course.

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The eggs cooled on the plate as Kasey read and re-read the article, mind whirring with caffeine as she struggled to keep up with just what had happened.

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“Devon Labs?" Kasey's eyes widened. “Isn't that..."

She trailed off, knowing the answer to her own question before the words even passed her lips, talking to herself as if it would make the whole situation any less worrying. Residents. Citizens. Throwing her fork in the general direction of the table, she scraped her chair back and darted into the living room, fingers almost trembling too badly to hit the right buttons on the remote control to turn the television on, flat screen eventually blinking into life.

And there it was. Whichever channel she turned to, there was a warning rolling across the bottom of the screen, a continuous stream warning of the danger of the parasite and more information clearly uncovered since the news article – more of a warning, really – had been written up. But, regardless of the constantly changing, fluctuating details, Kasey knew one thing with sickening, horrifying certainty.

Devon Laboratories was only one mile away from them.

She flew out of the living room, skidding on the carpet and almost sending herself hurling into the opposite wall of the hallway. Upstairs, something thudded heavily – she couldn't tell where – and her heart beat more swiftly, a furious drumming in her chest drawing her throat tighter and tighter.

But no, she had to be sensible. It probably wasn't anything serious, she had to think normally. Curtis would laugh at her for getting in such a fluster over nothing – and not for the first time either.

Taking a deep breath, Kasey willed her heart rate to slow to a normal pace. The tightness in her throat released, if only a fraction.

“Curtis?" She called up the stairs, one hand uncertainly on the end of the banisters. “What was that? Are you okay?"

No one responded and her heart leapt into her throat. Well, fuck being composed then!

Taking the stairs two at a time, Kasey threw herself bodily up them, using the handrail to drag herself up with even greater vigour. Her daughter's bedroom door was closed and she bypassed it entirely – she was probably still sleeping with the lock on it anyway – thrusting open the bedroom door to the master bedroom with her chest heaving.

Curtis stood before the window, both hands splayed on the sill. At some point in the night or early morning, the window had clearly been opened as a light breeze picked at the curtains and sent them fluttering and rippling as if possessed by a life other than that of an otherwise inanimate object. Naked from head to toe, her husband's muscled back drew her in and she relaxed at the normalcy of the scene. He was surely just taking a look outside before starting his day – pretty normal for him, when it came down to it.

Against herself, she chuckled, leaning against the door frame as she admired his body. If he had to stay in bed most of the day, she'd always maintained it should have been with her. Her eyes sparkled. Maybe there was still time for a quickie?

“Honey, what are you doing?" Kasey murmured, a wickedly sultry tone entering her voice. “If you wanted to get me back up here and into bed that badly, you only had to ask."

Slowly, Curtis straightened and turned to face her, but he was not as he should have been. Arousal flickered and faded in Kasey's chest as her husband took a step towards her, swaying lightly from side to side as if he was suddenly so easily manipulated that the breeze also moved him softly too. But something was wrong, very wrong. He didn't move like her husband, but drew his shoulders back and up as if he was building up power and strength in his form to spring forward like a wildcat. His cheeks flushed with heat and he breathed heavily, muscled chest rising and falling too quickly with each and every seemingly hard-won breath.

Clasping a hand to her chest, Kasey gulped and licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry and barren.

“Curtis?" She breathed. “What's wrong, honey – are you sick? Do you need me to call the doctor? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Her concern would have rang more stringently if not for that gleam in his eye, a look that made her take a half-step back, hand on the door handle still as if she could not quite let go. Her husband ran his fingers back through his hair and cracked his knuckles one by one. And it was only then that she saw, his cock hard and throbbing as it pointed directly at her.

As she stared, horrified at what had to be an apparition before her, Kasey gave a strangled yelp and swallowed hard as his cock pulsed, drooling pre-cum viscously from the tip in a way that she had never seen from him before. As he raked breath into his lungs, he appeared so inherently masculine that, for a moment, it was all she could do to not run to him, strip off her clothes and prostrate herself on the bed before him, begging him to take her.

But she couldn't – she knew what was really wrong and it was all a ruse, maybe even something the parasite was making him do. Slowly, shakily, Curtis lifted his hand and curled three fingers and a thumb into a fist, leaving his first finger jabbing out at her as a cocky smile curled at the corner of his lips.

“I want you."

Kasey froze, breath stuck in her throat as the hand closed back around her throat, blood roaring in her ears.

“Honey, Curtis," she tried to say, but the words wouldn't come out as she opened and closed her mouth, gaping like a fish caught out of water. “Stop, you can't..."

But he didn't hear her – couldn't hear her. Her husband let out a low chuckle that seemed to rumble into a purr and lunged for her with a near animalistic growl. Moving with greater haste than she could have ever thought herself capable of, she spun and fled, slamming the door on her heels. The stairs disappeared beneath her feet, too loud for her to hear if the door opened again, and Kasey wheeled into the kitchen, wide-eyed and heart hammering with the image of her husband lunging for her with his twitching cock bobbing before him.

Out, out, out – she had to get out! And yet she was missing someone still!

Had her daughter locked her bedroom door?

“Hel! Helena!" She screamed, heart thudding and eyes wild. “Get down here! Something's happened – we've got to get out! Hel, where are you? This isn't a joke, get down here right now!"

No voice was forthcoming, but the thumps and bumps from the master bedroom above told a different tale.

Upstairs, Helena groaned as she scrambled up from the bed, throwing the covers back and listening intently. Clad in her pink pyjamas, she'd thought she'd at least be able to get a decent lie in on her day off, but it seemed like her parents – or at least her mom – wasn't all too keen on letting that happen. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and swung her legs off the bed, bare toes with painted purple toes curling into the plush rug she'd begged her mother for years ago. It had worn down a bit in the time since buying it, but was still delightfully soft on a morning.

The young woman frowned as something slammed – a door? – downstairs and grumbled, though there was nothing good-natured about the admittedly clean mumbles that passed her lips. With a mouth and throat thick with sleep, she coughed into her hand and rubbed her temples, trying to ready herself for the day.

In the room beside hers, her parents' room, someone growled.

“What on earth?" She muttered, cocking her head to the side in a fashion that set the hearts of those at her college pounding without her even realising it. “Dad?"

She raised her voice for the question that was not really a question, blue eyes narrowing with concern as she scurried out of the bedroom. The only worry in her mind was that her father was taken ill – she'd certainly

Ah, poor, sweet Helly. She'd have to learn in the most divine way possible, but it was not something she'd later regret, either way.

She rapped her knuckles on the white bedroom door, polite and proper to the last.

“Dad, are you okay? Are you sick?" She called in, pressing her ear up to the wood. “I heard noises... You're not throwing up, are you? Do you want me to get mom? I can get mom for you, if you like."

Vomit was not her forte and she resisted the urge to cough and gag into her own hand at the thought of having to clean it up – no wonder she didn't want kids! Or at least not the kind of kids that threw up everywhere and needed her to clean it up. The clean kind would be okay.

Another thump and a strange scrape came from within without an answer so, drawing on all the reserves of determination in her body, Hel drew herself up tall and eased the door open – though slowly. There was no sense in being too hasty, after all.

“Dad? What's going on?"

A growling moan that definitely sounded pained to her untrained ears greeted her and she stepped forward, alarm colouring her tone.

“Dad?" Hel pushed the bedroom door open further, frowning at how the handle seemed loose. “You okay in here? Earlier, I heard screaming, mom sounded..."

And that was all his daughter got out before standing stock still, jaw dropping at the sight laid out before her. But it was not a pleasant sight for any adult daughter to see her own father stretched out on the bed, bucking and gyrating his hips like a madman as he thrust up into his hand. Fingers closed around his cock, he panted and growled as he thrust, balls swinging and slapping lightly back against his inner thighs with each rampant rock of his hips.

And Helena shrieked.

“Oh my god – dad!"

Covering her eyes, she scrambled out of the bedroom with as much speed as her legs could

“Dad, you gotta lock the door or something – are you trying to mentally scar me?" She yelled, arm across her eyes as she fumbled for the banisters, intent only on escape from a situation that would require a great deal of mind bleach (or, at the very least, vodka) to wipe from her memory. “I don't want to see that, mom's gonna freak! I'm never going in your room again – you think I want to see that? Any of it? I mean – OUCH! What the hell?"

Pain seared through her ankle and a little, black insect with rodent features scuttled away around the banisters to find its next victim, though what it was spreading it had not the intelligence to understand. Hel hopped and rubbed her ankle, torn between the sharp but swiftly receding pain and the near horrific sight of her own father naked on the bed, masturbating! She reached for the door, still half-bent over to rub at her bare ankle, and then paused, something cool and warm at the same time spreading through her veins. Radiating out from the spot where the pain had begun, it drained through her whole body, curling into her bloodstream and whispering sweetness to her nerves.

She didn't think as she straightened her back, looking at her father in a new light, lips slightly parted with the hint of saliva on the bottom one, simply kissable. Smirking her, Curtis gave his own cock a squeeze, pre-cum pooling at the tip only to trickle down the length as if he was a treat melting away before her very eyes. Her pupils dilated and, without thinking, Helena let out a whispering whine, torso tipping forward to him even as she dallied on completely the wrong side of the threshold.

“Come spend some time with daddy..."

Helena didn't need to be told twice. She was on the bed and scooting her breasts up to her chest even before he'd actually finished her sentence. Lips crashing onto his in a clumsy, hurried kiss, Helena gasped into her father's mouth as his arms slipped around her, Curtis' hands roaming to all the places they'd ever wanted to go on such a fertile, sexy woman. Her breasts, the smooth, feminine lines of her waist and, of course, down to her soft buttocks, full and with just the right amount of give in the flesh before he pressed into shapely muscle.

And Helena let him – anything he wanted, he could do. She was his to play with and Curtis would have expressed the same sentiment about her if his lips had not been more occupied with her own, his mind circling the revelation of just how sweet she tasted, tongue dancing in her mouth. Her mind was foggy, but more in the sense that the part that would have held her back didn't have a say in what was going on, her sexual fantasies open for her to live them, just as she'd always wanted to.

And, oh, Helena had fantasies. Tossing her hair back from her shoulders, she moaned as she drew her pyjama top up and over her head, bare breasts hanging down slightly in a teardrop shape under their own weight. Her father groaned his appreciation, taking one in each hand as she straddled his lap, hard cock trapped between their heated bodies. Squeezing his fingers around her nipples, he broke the messy, lusty kiss and dropped his mouth to them, hungrily sucking one into his mouth and playing his tongue across the pert bud.

“Oh, daddy!"

Helena grabbed onto his shoulders, fingernails digging in sharply to the rear deltoid – not that Curtis noticed in the slightest. Holding her full breast up to his lips, he moaned around her creamy flesh and massaged gently, working in towards the nipple as her head spun.

She was fucking her father! Or certainly going to! The good girl daughter – fucking her own father in his marriage bed! Giggling wildly, Helena ran her fingers through his dark hair, moaning when his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot on her breast, wetter between the thighs than any good girl should have been proud to admit. Was sex always meant to be so good?

And sex had never quite felt so right, so erotic, so lustful. Helena groaned as her father tipped back on the bed, lying flat with her on top of him, trying to wriggle out of her pyjama pants with the little grace she could draw on in the moment. He nuzzled and nipped at her neck, teeth grazing skin, and she groaned, allowing his more dextrous – at least at the moment – hands to help her out of what remained of her clothes. Chuckling throatily at the pink panties with red hearts, cut to show off the delicious shape of her buttocks, despite their adorable design, her father's eyes met hers and Helena's breath caught in her throat, eyes wide and innocent. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband and kissed her nose.

“You don't need these, darling," he murmured, eyes simmering with lust. “Let me help you with those."

And she was only too happy for him to help her strip. Slowly, Curtis dragged her panties down her thighs, revealing the soft petals of her sex, and Helena moaned, arching into his touch as the backs of his fingers teasingly grazed her lips. His fingers sank into her while her panties were barely off her ankles and Helena gasped as he rolled her to the side, body over hers as he explored her warm depths, pussy squeezing and clenching around his digits as if she wanted to pull him into her.

But a needy daughter could not wait forever and, as he fingered her, she spread her legs lewdly wide and let her head fall back on the bed, exhaling in a puff of breath that conveyed more about her need than her words ever could have.

“Fuck me," she growled, so unlike her good girl self that it was a wonder that her father didn't stop and ask her what was wrong. “Take me like you screw mom!"

She put emphasis on the word, something that would never, ever have normally come out of her mouth, in such a way that sent his heart leaping into his throat. And Curtis could not deny her, cock hard, throbbing and absolutely drooling for her attention, her sweet pussy wrapped around his length.

Bending her legs up to her chest, Curtis nudged the tip of his cock up to his daughter's pussy, which he could not have truly known whether it was virgin or not – it just wasn't the kind of thing a good girl talked about! She was old enough, but the thought that he could be deflowering his own daughter sent a deep ripple of pleasure through his body that had his hips rocking forward of his own accord. And then he was inside her, almost without thinking, and filling his own Helly with his girthy length.

Helena moaned and grabbed just below her own knees, holding her legs up as her head spun, pleasure crashing over her as he entered. Sex... Simple ecstasy... None of it should have felt so divine, so alluring or so damn good either! He'd barely gotten his cock all the way into her hot snatch before she was squealing with pleasure and crying out Curtis' name, begging for more in an endless stream of need that rolled off her lips like water. It was unlike her entirely to hoist her legs up to allow him to sink every single inch of his cock into her pussy, to give it up so easily when she could have had him between her legs after far, far more effort – if she'd so pleased.

If only they'd managed to conduct more research into the parasite before it had escaped, otherwise they may have drawn some very interesting conclusions. However, it was no hardship that Helena and Curtis got to instead experience the fun first hand in each other's arms.

Curtis let loose a feral growl and gripped her sexy, smoothly shaved calves as he bent her legs back, pinning her in place as if she was going to think of squirming away from him. But now that she had his cock in her, that thought couldn't have been further from her mind. Dragging in short, needy breaths, her father closed his eyes and thrust smoothly, ensuring that the full length of his shaft was pleasured as he rammed into his daughter's heated cunny. He didn't think of his fingernails digging lightly into her soft flesh as he rocked and ground in deeply, her moans music to his ears, but he did bare his teeth wickedly, wanting her to make those moans more and more – just for him.

“Oh, daddy," Helena gasped between breaths, forgetting that she hadn't called him that in many years still. “You're so...fierce!"

He flushed with pride, but did not pause his thrusts for even a moment, intent only on the burning lust driving him on, stroke by stroke. His balls bounced up lightly into her perfect buttocks as he rocked and bucked, putting every ounce of strength in his body behind each thrust, though he had plenty more to give – oh yes. He wasn't about to tire anytime soon; the parasite had made sure of that.

But he was virile too – stronger and more powerful than he ever had been before as a mere husband and father, what he had been before the parasite had taken care of that part of his humanity. Curtis' pupils dilated as he thrust, nostrils flared and need raking through his loins as if to match his breath, each thrust coming with a greater sense of urgency. His ramming thrusts brushed his hips up to his daughter's legs and Helena cried out softly, though even her breath was ripped away from the wildness of his thrusts.

Like a stag in rut, the man grunted and drove in with single-minded determination, sweat trickling in salty beads down the lines of muscle in his back. And, clinging to him as if to an anchor in a storm, Helly could take her father's deep strokes no more.

Shrieking in such a way that no other lover had made her ever before, his daughter let loose her inhibitions as she climaxed, the mere grind of his cock in her passage drawing her into ecstasy without her clit even being stimulated. But there was no time to wonder at the sheer rapture of his sexual prowess as wave after wave of pleasure tingled through her body and any patches of skin that may have been kissed by the cool air of the breeze whispering through the open window grew warm and sultry from the heat of her body alone. Curtis gasped, chest shuddering, as her juices soaked his shaft, each thrust coming with ever greater ease as her body demonstrated her enjoyment of their hasty liaison in the most carnal way possible.

And it didn't matter that she was his daughter. All that mattered was that he got to experience the same pleasure she did, do everything that his body was driving him to do and more, always more.

As his daughter squirmed on his shaft, Curtis slammed in and groaned deep in his throat, vocal chords failing him as the string of need drawing tighter and tighter within his chest suddenly reached its limit. And then, as it broke, almost gently, he sank into orgasm as if he was diving into a bath of warm water, the divine elation welcoming in him like an old friend.

And it was like no orgasm he'd ever had the luxury of before. Whereas his climaxes as a normal human male had been quick, brief and heated, this one rolled on and on, teasing him out into a huffing, groaning mess that was at serious risk of collapsing on top of his daughter with how badly his arms shook. He gripped her leg tighter with one hand, the other dropping heavily to the bed as he rolled his head from shoulder to shoulder, striving to contain the pleasure claiming his body and still failing in the male moment of dominance. For his daughter was seeded and yet he was the one panting and gasping as if he'd run an entire marathon in the last few minutes, hair clinging to his damp forehead.

But his cock did not soften even as orgasm faded, the renewed spate of lust stirring in his chest to power him on to greater heights. Before he'd even regained his breath – Helena was in much the same way – Curtis was rocking his hips again to a beat only he could hear, grinding into Helly as his daughter whimpered and ran her hands down his back and shoulders, whispering and pleading for him to cum in her again. He'd never have thought such words could come from her lips and yet their essence made him shiver with raw, sexual need.

Neither of them looked up to see Kasey peering around the bedroom door, her hand clasped over her mouth. Helena's mother's heart pounded in her chest, a frantic beat that said she should have ran in and dragged her daughter away from the sexual beast that was the girl's father – her own husband! – but...couldn't at the same time. Frozen in place, she shakily pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, eyes riveted to the erotic scene playing out before her.

That parasite... She didn't want to think if it could be harmful, but seeing her husband roll Helly onto her side, cock popping out wetly for just a few, divine seconds, she couldn't have imagined it causing anyone harm either. Part of her knew she should have left the scene of the 'crime' entirely too, if only to advise the appropriate authorities and allow them to take charge, perhaps even manage to do what she could not and put a stop to the whole debacle. And a larger part of her languished in erotic warmth,

Maybe she'd been stung by the parasite too. Her head spun. Or bitten. Or poisoned. What did the damn thing really do anyway? There was no way to tell, but she could enjoy the dark, illicit effects in the most voyeuristic scenario her delicately kinky mind could ever have imagined.

Curtis' breath rasped in Helena's ear as he plunged back into her, cock still hard after his first climax and the horny husband only eager for more, always more. Whining, she rocked back into him, letting him ease her shoulder down into the bed as his cock plunged in, soaked with her juices and a slick coating of cum that gleamed with the lure of more. He hooked her leg up as if he was thinking actively about giving his poor wife a show and growled deep in the back of his throat as he resumed fucking her with such wild abandon that it was nearly as if he thought he'd never, not once ever, get to have sex again for all the energy he threw into the act.

On her side, her back, her front... Helena was a pawn in his hands as her father took his pleasure from her in any and every way he knew how. Cumming in her over and over again, Curtis stroked his daughter's hair as she closed her lips around the length of his cock for the very first time, sliding them down and down and down with such shimmering innocence in her eyes that it was almost a shame to allow it to crumble, if only gently.

The devoted father moaned openly and rocked his hips up to his daughter's lips, fucking her face as he filled her pussy, cum shooting into the back of her throat. His head spun, time and the world around him failing to take on meaning as one orgasm blended into the next, each new position bringing with it a fresh, crashing wave of pleasure. Curtis could not have told anyone, not even the wife that he had left with her eyes on him and their debauchery, how much time had passed since he'd first pushed into Helly's inviting cunny, but he certainly did know that he never wanted their time together to end.

Letting his dripping cock slip wetly from between her lips, Helena looked up at him, pumping his shaft with one hand and squeezing just behind the glands.

“More, daddy," she rasped, voice failing her as her eyes did the majority of the speaking for her. “Fuck me, daddy. Don't ever stop fucking me!"

She shouldn't have said such things and yet she could not stop herself either, happily helpless in the arms of a lust that simply could not be controlled. He was on top of her and driving into her tight passage again before she'd even got her knees underneath her body again and Helena yelped as she was pinned flat on her front, her father intent on driving into her whether she was ready or not. Moaning, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Not that she minded being fucked so passionately by any means!

There was nowhere else the young woman would have rather been than struggling to get to her hands and knees beneath her father while he filled her with his cream repeatedly, each load seeming larger than the last. Their bodies moved together in conjoined lust, seeming to know, somehow, what the other wanted before they even knew it themselves. But that only served to add to their pleasure, moans rising to such a great volume that it was a wonder that the neighbours didn't rap on the front door to investigate themselves.

By the door, Kasey bit her lip, trepidation at watching what was happening fading as her arousal grew. But, although she pressed her thighs together, she did not succumb to temptation, hands firmly clasped to her chest as she watched her daughter get fucked in more ways than she had been in a whole month.

“What's going on here?"

Kasey jumped and spun, eyes wide – caught!

Yet when she spun to face the intruder, it was only her brother, blonde hair immaculate, as always, and a cheesy grin stretching his lips wide. She pressed her hand to her chest and took a deep breath, trying and failing to quiet its sudden, horrific pounding, all while her brother smirked at her like the cat that had gotten the cream and the darn mouse too for good measure!

“Alex!" She hissed, fists balled up. “What are you doing here? You said you weren't going to be around until this afternoon!"

Her brother raised an eyebrow and swept his fingers back through his hair, the dirty-blonde locks spiked up in a style that she would have honestly said was more befitting a younger man than himself. Not that either of them were particularly advanced in years, but it always paid to dress and behave one's age, Kasey felt. Alex, however, never had done so, not even in all the years that the two of them had had to share a bedroom through harder times in their teens.

“I came to make sure you guys were alright – you know there's some weird stuff going on with that parasite at the moment? The bug-thing?" He shook his head. “It's making people do some weird shit, sis, haven't you been watching the news? People are going crazy out there! Like..."

He made a rude gesture and crossed his eyes, though Kasey already knew far too well just what was happening with the rest of their community and the shared lusts thrumming through their bodies. Though she supposed it was better than it driving people into a rage or something of that ilk: make love not war, after all, went the saying. But she had to hide her own family's shame from Alex at the very least, she simply had to.

Pressing her lips together, Kasey turned away, easing the bedroom door slowly into the frame behind her. However, she could not have drawn any more attention to it than if she'd objectively tried. Alex locked onto what she was trying to conceal with the fervour of a brother who'd suffered through too many sisterly tricks to take on one more.

“What's going on?" He pestered, eyes alight with the mystery of intrigue. “Is Curtis in there? I bet he's in there naked, isn't he?"

He crowed and rocked back on his heels.

“I bet you were just in there getting your brains screwed out, weren't you, sis? Now you're trying to cover up your tracks, you little dragon!"

Before she could leap to stop him, Alex pushed his way in front of her and shouldered open the door to reveal her husband and daughter... Kasey gulped, but could not push the thought from her head, wide-eyed as her brother stopped dead in his tracks, one hand still raised to the door as if he was going to open it further. But he'd already seen everything he needed to – and far more too, while he was at it.

“Well, I'll be..." Alex murmured, jaw ever so slightly dropped and a drop of saliva gleaming on his lower lip. “Now that, dear sister, I would never have guessed."

He eyed her carefully, a speculative glint entering his eyes as he shifted his weight away from his sister.

“Have you been bitten by the parasite too, sister? I have heard such interesting things about that venom it has... The reports coming in on the radio were saying that it doesn't wear off – at least not in the time it's taken for the thing to escape and sexy chaos to break out."

Kasey gulped, chancing a glance back through the crack in the door to where her husband had her daughter on all fours, slamming into her with one foot propped up on the bed for additional leverage. Something stirred in the pit of her stomach, but she clamped down on it with a swallowed groan, shaking her head at her brother.

“No," she said thickly. “I got away before it could get me. Or I assume that's what happened... But now look what happened." She shook her head. “How am I ever going to fix this? What is everyone going to say?"

But when she looked at Alex, there was something new in his eyes, the pupils dilated in such a way that they could not be ignored, irises stark and glaring in his otherwise pale face.

Gulping, she took a hesitant step back. The parasite tucked away in the corner of the stairwell chirred and scurried off for fresh prey. Alex reached out for her and, oh, how part of her wanted to step into them!

Looking her up and down as if she was a fine slab of steak on the dinner table, set before him purely to be devoured, Alex licked his lips sensually, letting his gaze slide obviously to the happily fucking couple on the bed. Kasey's breath caught.

“Perhaps we should join them?"