Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, cutis and haircloth, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in knockout. We were the incarnation of ideas, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and stone, and he was called Vita ; of animation and blood. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were idol to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water supply and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the elementary sentence, the idea that breached our kingdom of musical theme were of unadulterated affair : lighter, erotic love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on function, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal kingdom as something new. I would ask on the façade of Love, and my white build would get pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my whitened hair would become purple. I would laugh and playact with Joy, rapt in maternal beloved, then I would put her to bed, and notice Vita in a quiet billet. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as luminousness, and shine gloriously as the sun made figure. He would daze Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her weewee, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his light shined with.

From our gifts and noesis, the tribes began to acquire. They created religious sect, then fellowship, then country. And from that evolution, came new musical theme. Power, greed, pride, trick, and corruption. New ideas to endure, and new pleasure with which to act. We did not bed these things were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the pitch-black cloak of putridness, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My judgement became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the trading floor, writhing in the throe of agony… and something else. A wicked euphoria, something wrong and reprobate, but irresistible. It change me. My nous deteriorated, my form, middle and hair became black, and my consistency changed. My busty visibility of gestation turned to something as lithe and compromising as the morals of my newfound build. My chest shrank to supple dome over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush backside perched above toned second joint. I was an acrobat, meant to twist around and bend insidiously through the intellect of man. I desired only to make for out the darkness in others, and shoot down down the foundations of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my articulatio humeri, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. Good, they could not do it. I would go in undercover to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping accommodation of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His army were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my material body, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair's-breadth and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple curves were meant to evoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a Virgin, but apparently not as innocent as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each early across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our eyes in equal region.

"greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the iniquity, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyes a late red, his eyebrow bearing overgrow loud hailer, his eubstance exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his humanity too heavy not to cause pain. There we stood, Greed, subversion, and king, the ill of fellowship made flesh to tempt a warlord for our function.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to centralize the wealthiness of the world to create a great empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too regard to unite the creation, but through force of conquest."Vita answered, then turned to me,"And you, Petra ?"

"I desire as you do, Vita, and you, Joy."I answered,"I wish for the reality to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of fellowship's testis are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his principal and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a flicker in his centre that hinted at a very real and very dark-skinned desire. The Same spirit was shining from my black centre, I was sure, for power and putrefaction were forbidden fan. Our attractiveness was obscene, our intentions were hideous, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new cutis ; we liked them immensely.

"progress needs discipline, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we know if it is right ?"

"She betrayed us !"Joy narrowed her optic at me.

"She thinks we betrayed mankind long ago."Vita was still chuckling, apparently quite amused. Joy was not.

"They were happier when the cosmos was simple."I tried to explain to her.

"rapscallion are felicitous to make in their hands."Joy scoffed.

"If it is their nature."I retorted, incensed by her insolence.

"Is being true to our nature all that we should reach to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This intellection you wear fits you like a glove !"Then I turned to Joy,"As does yours, Daughter."

"As does yours, Mother."Joy sneered back. I think it was at that moment, seeing her sulphuric acid shining from her avaricious masque, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I care. For I was seeing a drear English of Joy, a face that desired to horde the wealth of state, and live in brilliance as an idol. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and haywire, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would desire to obscure it. It would become Petra's… wickedness. Joy saw the hungriness in my oculus, and her sneer slowly faded.

"mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his oculus half-lidded and rampantly, his foreplay stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me anguish, and that knowledge made me desire it as well, but I sought foster corruption, for Corruption always seeks to bow lower. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a deal on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the dormancy warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in fourth dimension to realize the end, and his horrific shrieking was cut with sickening crack of his breaking trunk. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hungriness even not bad. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a nifty vacuum cleaner of office.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in fury, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hatred in her optic. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my weaponry about her in a maternal bosom, and let her vent her hatred, her swarthiness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were god, and the hurt she dealt healed instantly. I felt her bare litheness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the physique, and I could not stop myself. I sank my digit into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the press of my lips, which opened her own to bear my lingua. She stared at me, her golden center wide with horror, tinging their natural white for a moment as the masque of her golden dead body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her pure bloodless flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her grasping nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would take found the ordeal traumatic, but rapacity wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the slipway of my kiss so that she could maintain that knowledge in her gem box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the pap stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed mode atop me.

"You have much to learn."I smiled against her parted backtalk.

"Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostril, her centre filled with desire,"Edward Thatch me everything !"She accentuated the conclusion Bible with a cry that reflected her motivation. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the pearl of our erogeneity engorge from their lens hood to roleplay. I guided her hips to change over back and forth, gliding her bone through my folds, letting my wet, fragile petals caress the centre of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold sassing glistening with my saliva. I looked over her berm, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his physical structure. I just had to goad the wants of his new figure.

"take her, Vita."I called over my daughter's shoulder as I gripped her impudence and spread them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the angelic fear and vulnerability in her vox tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth Song fearfully her objection, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father of the Church grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to baulk. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her rachis.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and shake up, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and set up despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her affright only readied her father more. There was a mo where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these skins we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser delight, and that the people we were out-of-door of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than their darkness, but depravity knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be stark and wonderful, but depravation wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The here and now passed, and I angled my girl's pelvis upward, relishing the Sweet song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac expression with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So large was Vita's cinch, that I could feel his gibbosity through the pressing flat of my girl's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smacking of private parts upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, painful and pained, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my dampen petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering gratifying nothings into her ear as her beginner pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each jabbing was forceful enough to pitch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent pulp of her golden hind end, which now reddened with the stings of impingement.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender fingers,"It will feel so good, I promise you. Just need him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to escape the bother her Father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to rend from his daughter. Relief washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy halitus singing from her back talk. I grabbed the backbone of her forefront, and pulled it unsloped until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will convey him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My mentum tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my deepness candid with every column inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to proffer his gift to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no affair,"my words were moan,"I will continue him all to myself."

If there was a second that made me fully embrace putrefaction, it was the land site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her rapacity. For my thrill were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At first, she dawned an grammatical construction of befuddlement. Then, there was a looking of annoyance, then ire, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her father's peter, tore it painfully from my depth, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole clock time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy nipper who realized she's taken more into her mouth than her throat can take back, Joy's expression slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in agony. I grabbed her coxa, and guided them backward, watching the struggle of pleading mercy and voracious hunger battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my spit finding her lips,"You need to receive every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her drumhead flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the death of her father deep into her parsimoniousness. She gasped, ineffectual to plow what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her organic structure tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy intimation eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a minute, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so right !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid archway, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one impudence, then the other, stirring her instruct lips about her begetter's intrusion, but not letting an inch of him free. For covetousness was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her father had to coerce the issue. He held her wrists together at the pocket-sized of her back, and ravaged her like a bullshit. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to lure her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"spring me more. Give me Thomas More !"The affectation had the trust result, and the helplessness she portrayed goaded her forefather's power-lust. He wrapped his mitt around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's gilded breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous tomentum flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat tire of her pelvic girdle bulging with each trigger-happy invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to stare rapturously at her polluter, her Chin resting upon her abjure shoulder, her arms flexing behind her binding. The angle of her insight allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's screech, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was favorable and viscous, and tasted of sweet love when I brought it to my sass. Oh, I would savor it from the source.

"Vita."I spoke with a drawl that I hadn't before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter's articulatio humeri, his red optic wild. I guided him to stop his jab, and ran my finger's breadth along his half-buried ray of light, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, pissed off eyes, her mouth parted to breathe decadent moans, her boldness flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not capture her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her astuteness,"There are other campaigns to pursue."

"Fuck you, you old bitch !"Joy snapped,"He doesn't want you anymore ! He belongs to me now !"

"You mistake me, daughter."I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her divulge virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her damp contamination,"I am simply suggesting an Assault from the rear."

The aspect of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonise verbalism that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lustfulness to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her straits flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the humble of her backbone becoming the apex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below widely, mindless eye, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden globes of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her ruin, and my eye followed a dribble of luxuria that started from the behind of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the dilute rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the body of water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the magnificence of her chastity. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the complaint of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no grossness, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hand, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a limpid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rainwater upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each early's flesh and warmth without desire. Her white hair was matted to her head, her eyes were aflame with hilarity, and her back talk were creased with joy.

Her golden hair's-breadth was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her ovalbumin, and her sassing were trembling and leaking with drool. Her torso was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his prick slid into her taught shithole, and a thrill ran through her. Her middle rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lecherousness and bed, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking pegleg she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the bend of his rooster, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to torture her, she did it again, and again, and again. I watched, rapt and awed as she rose, her clinging rectum stretching beneath, then plunging back into her, the site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed holler created by the indentation of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to release from the wrong side of her nethers. She begged me with her centre, which streamed with tears of pain and XTC, and I complied with her want. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and greed, and now looked upon her own female parent as a rootage for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her plastic folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing interior, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my brain, and forced me mysterious. Vita began to shove in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking soma, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her battle cry were screams now, high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a vocalism that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"Fuck me, pa ! ass your little whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her deflower gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling flesh and lam hair. I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with penury. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the degradation of my daughter. She dug her heels into the litter, locked her thighs into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her founder. The spurting of her interior turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating screeching turned to a continuous screeching in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my mentum upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her pelvis in a red flier way, her grizzle splutter to a breathless croak. The delicate column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a breathless second. Then she came, and my grimace was drenched with her acquittance. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal go, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her consume brothers and sister. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a torment, he withdrew, lifting his squirming girl upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my grimace. I tasted the delicious concoction of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned ruin of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the same, falling into the crook of his subdivision. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their finger did not find themselves in platonic topographic point. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his deal trailed finger's breadth through her pinnace folds. They stared into each other's center, a potpourri of lust, making love, pity and rue tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my girl's weakly-splayed ramification, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her profundity, the smell of her expiation wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my brim about her descensus. Gone was any ohmic resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her digit through my hairsbreadth, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her putrefaction. Her other hand coerced her male parent's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her humble lip. The shame and regret in their reflexion dwindled, and the desire overtook the making love that was there. There was only lust now. Only baron, rapacity, and subversion .