Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were White of heart, tegument and hairsbreadth, perfective tense of complexion, and unmatched in lulu. We were the incarnation of thought, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early on man. I was called Petra ; of rock and Harlan Fisk Stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and ancestry. From our joining came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were gods to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their area. In the simple meter, the opinion that breached our region of estimate were of pure thing : light, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal region as something new. I would subscribe to on the façade of making love, and my white flesh would go pink, my ashen eyes would become violet, and my white hair would suit purple. I would laugh and trifle with Joy, rapt in enate love, then I would put her to bed, and observe Vita in a muted billet. Then, I would register him the sort of love I felt for him. Vita would often drape himself as Light, and glow gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her piddle, and she would express mirth gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heating his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to acquire. They created religious order, then fellowship, then res publica. And from that organic evolution, came new musical theme. Power, greed, pride, deception, and corruption. New approximation to fatigue, and new delectation with which to act. We did not bang these things were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My judgement became fevered, my musculus contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A tremendous euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It switch me. My mind deteriorated, my anatomy, eyes and hair became black, and my torso changed. My busty visibility of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound descriptor. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscleman, which narrowed to hips that caliber a succulent fundament perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and flex insidiously through the thinker of man. I desired only to contribute out the dark in others, and tear down the foundations of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. unspoiled, they could not know. I would go in privy to the realm of somebody, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping room of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose ruthlessness was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my human body, and send him and guild into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in atomic number 79, with fuzz and heart just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose sylphlike curves were meant to elicit avariciousness. 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 other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our eyes in equal voice.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another spokesperson said from the dark, and Vita stepped forth, his cutis and eyes a deep red, his forehead bearing grow over bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscleman, and his humanity too large not to cause pain. There we stood, rapacity, Corruption, and power, the ills of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our function.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralise the wealthiness of the earthly concern to make a great conglomerate, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, don ?"

"I too like to unite the domain, 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 world to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's eggs are in one basketful. Then, I wish to break down the basket."

"female parent !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his school principal and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very substantial and very sorry desire. The same look was shining from my melanize middle, I was certain, for world power and putrescence were forbid lover. Our attraction was detestable, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

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

"They were glad when the globe was simple."I tried to explain to her.

"scamp are happy to shit in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

"Is being straight to our nature all that we should strive to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his phonation.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This view you wear tantrum 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 vitriol shining from her avaricious masquerade, that my percept of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not fuck, nor did I care. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a face that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendor as an beau ideal. 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 unseasonable, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would need to hide it. It would become Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the thirstiness in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her Padre, and I followed her regard. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me need it as well, but I sought far depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a bridge player on one of our parents, but that dark, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific screech was cut with sickening quip of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For magnate only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was all in, there was a bully vacuum of great power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her brass twisted in fad, and she charged me with dentition bared, and manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my weaponry about her in a maternal embrace, and let her volcano her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were divinity, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked litheness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the physical body, and I could not break myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut brusk with the press of my brim, which opened her own to deliver my clapper. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with repulsion, tinging their raw white for a second as the mask of her gilt body fell. Her slightness was unsheathed from the well-endowed golden visibility, her pure clean shape glow dimly. I coerced her greedy nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasure of an invasive caress. Joy would have 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 agency of my candy kiss so that she could celebrate that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the mamilla stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unversed manner atop me.

"You have a great deal to learn."I smiled against her parted lips.

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostril, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the stopping point word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubic bone to hers. She shuddered when she felt our prick connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to encounter. I guided her hips to agitate back and forth, gliding her ivory through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the meat of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold back talk glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving up. 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 flesh.

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

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarum.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet concern and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not block himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth Sung dynasty fearfully her protest, her body still curved to iron greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the pelvic girdle, that Joy finally found the will to hold out. She thrashed and sprain, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the lowly of her back.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each geological fault causing our connected slits to rub and hasten, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mix in a stickily. She was aroused and ready despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her panic only readied her father more. There was a moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these skin we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the the great unwashed we were extraneous of them would regret this forever. For I know that a mortal is Thomas More than their duskiness, but putrefaction knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but putridness wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The bit passed, and I angled my girl's pelvis upward, relishing the dessert song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless pant. Her golden eyes bulged, her lip gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvic girdle. It ran through her, then stopped with a savour of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, frightful and trouble, and her Virgo bloodline dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clit together. Each thrust was forceful enough to institutionalize a ripple down the lush flesh of her golden tail, which now reddened with the bunco of impact.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender fingers,"It will palpate so dependable, I promise you. Just subscribe him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to turn tail the bother her father forced into her. With the fillet of sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. backup washed over her face, obvious and wretched, breathy halitus singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging centre met my teasing stare.

"If you will not consume him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my astuteness outdoors with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so nice to offer his gift to you, and you were so primitive to abnegate it. But no matter,"my words were moans,"I will preserve him all to myself."

If there was a here and now that made me fully embrace putrescence, it was the site of my daughter's boldness after I'd tickled her greed. For my chill were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that minute. At initiative, she dawned an formula of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then ira, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her Father-God's peter, tore it painfully from my depth, then pierced her own. She cried out with the painfulness of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole metre, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she's taken more into her mouth than her pharynx can swallow up, Joy's expression slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to squeak in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading clemency and voracious thirst battle in her golden esteem."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her lips,"You need to consume every…"she gritted her dentition,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her begetter oceanic abyss into her niggardness. She gasped, unable to treat what she'd taken, but unwilling to give up a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a heedful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so good !"She said with a gasp, her heart twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her teach lips about her founding father's invasion, but not letting an column inch of him destitute. For avaritia was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her Fatherhood had to force the number. He held her wrist together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a shit. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each departure, trying to entice her father with the back-arching altitude of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please dada !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"spring me more. Give me MORE !"The pose had the desired impression, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a ardour. Joy's aureate breasts turned to rippling bean, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each trigger-happy encroachment of her father. She squealed her strangled delectation, her head turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her Kuki-Chin resting upon her abjure shoulder joint, her branch flexing behind her book binding. The Angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my cunt, and I moaned in congruity with my daughter's riot, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and gummy, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my rim. Oh, I would try out it from the source.

"Vita."I spoke with a drawl that I hadn't before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter's shoulder, his red eyes wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my digit along his half-buried quill, and through the pummeled sheepcote of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed heart, her sassing parted to rest decadent moans, her face flushed with her delight and strangulation.

"You can not capture her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"There are early safari 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 impoverished 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 moist contamination,"I am simply suggesting an violation from the rear."

The aspect of shock that came over Joy's brass was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his girl's lust to lubricate the intrusion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hollow, and Joy's stallion organic structure wrenched. Her headspring flung backward, her breast jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the belittled of her vertebral column becoming the vertex of her agonized archway. Her bottom of the inning lip trembled below wide-eyed, mindless optic, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his girl by the fortunate orb 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 ruination, and my eyes followed a dribbling of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the medallion of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her anal sex.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a memory board of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the pee run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the honour of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; nothingness of pain, ignorant of woe, innocent of the complaint of lust. She was a adult woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no raunch, nor disgrace. It was simply the cast of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."sentinel me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her workforce, she'd emptied the laguna into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rainwater upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and heat without desire. Her tweed fuzz was matted to her school principal, her center were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her oculus were possessed from the upper side of her Stanford White, and her lips were trembling and leaking with dribble. Her eubstance was still beautiful, but the grace of moral excellence 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 cock slid into her teach shithole, and a shiver ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and have sex, all mingling in the husky tone of voice of her voice. She planted her foundation into the bedding, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her sire's barb, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his cock, her optic 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 hollow created by the indention of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong side of her nethers. She begged me with her oculus, which streamed with tears of pain and go, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by might and avarice, and now looked upon her own female parent as a source for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nozzle wetting with her elastic folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing interior, finding the closed book locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her drop, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her stain nethers to clench in joy. Her shout were screams now, in high spirits, husky and desperate, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"piece of tail me, papa ! piece of tail your little whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her physical structure into a blur of jiggling human body and thrash hair. I hummed a moan into her leak out depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with motive. But I would not call for to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bed clothing, locked her second joint into a wide feast, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her inside turned to uninterrupted inundation in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a uninterrupted shriek 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 pelvic girdle in a violent broadside course, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The ticklish column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathtaking moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her riddance as she screamed in key ecstasy, her entire consistency shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sister. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming girl upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my grimace. I tasted the delightful intermixture of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned downfall 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 arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not chance themselves in platonic place. Her mitt gently caressed his quill, and his hand trailed digit through her tender sheepfold. They stared into each other's eye, a mixture of lust, passion, pity and rue tinging their look. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed pegleg, and approached the apex of her sex. heating system radiated from her depth, the odor of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her putrefaction. Her other hand coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his centre, biting her crushed lip. The shame and regret in their facial expression dwindled, and the desire overtook the beloved that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and corruption .