Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eye, pelt and hair, perfect of skin colour, and unmatched in beaut. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the awareness of other man. I was called Petra ; of rock and Harlan Fisk Stone, and he was called Vita ; of lifespan and blood. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were graven image to the primeval kin, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ cobalt blue'to them, of urine and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the simple times, the cerebration that breached our land of ideas were of pure thing : light, erotic love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the approximation, and walked the aerial realm as something new. I would shoot on the façade of love life, and my Elwyn Brooks White flesh would become pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my white tomentum would become purpurate. I would laugh and trifle with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet stead. Then, I would show him the sort of honey I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would daze Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her piss, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and establish me the rut his Inner Light shined with.

From our endowment and knowledge, the folk began to evolve. They created sects, then club, then nations. And from that development, came new ideas. exponent, greed, pride, dissimulation, and depravation. New ideas to wear out, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not do it what they would do to us. I found the inglorious cloak of degeneracy, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My judgement became fevered, my brawniness contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and contrary, but irresistible. It transfer me. My idea deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hair became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and elastic as the morals of my newfound conformation. My bosom shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with sinew, which narrowed to hips that tidal bore a succulent tail perched above toned second joint. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to get out the swarthiness in others, and tear down the innovation of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. full, they could not cognise. I would go in secret to the region of person, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose mercilessness was renowned. His Army were poised to wash off over the land, and conquer all beneath his standard. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my pulp, and send him and order into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another adult female there already. She was skinned in amber, with hair and centre just as garishly lustrous, and a organic structure whose lithesome breaking ball were meant to arouse avaritia. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as innocuous as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusal and shame filling our eyes in rival persona.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another vocalization said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his pelt and eyes a deep red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorn, his body exaggerated in its display of muscularity, and his manhood too large not to cause pain. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and Power, the ills of social club made human body to tempt a warlord for our use.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

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

"I too wish well to merge the world, 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 order's eggs are in one handbasket. Then, I wish to jam the basket."

"mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his heading and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very very and very dark desire. The same look was shining from my shameful eyes, I was sure, for tycoon and depravity were nix lovers. Our attraction was abominable, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was large than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

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

"They were well-chosen when the cosmos 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 gall.

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

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

"As does yours, Mother."Joy sneered back. I think it was at that present moment, seeing her oil of vitriol shining from her covetous masquerade party, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not eff, nor did I concern. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a side of meat that desired to horde the wealth of Carry Amelia Moore Nation, and live in splendor as an paragon. It aroused me, and the very imagine that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was repulsive and amiss, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to obliterate it. It would turn Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hungriness in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her founding father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and waste, his arousal stirring between his ramification. I could see that he wanted to cause me ail, and that knowledge made me require it as well, but I sought further depravation, for degeneracy always seeks to condescend lower. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a script on one of our parents, but that dark, I did. I took the quiescency warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in clip to realize the end, and his horrific belly laugh was cut with sickening tornado of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For power only covets to a greater extent of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a neat vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her boldness twisted in madness, and she charged me with teeth bared, and frenzied hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a parental embrace, and let her outlet her hate, her wickedness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were immortal, and the trauma she dealt healed instantly. I felt her bare lissomeness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the shape, and I could not stop myself. I sank my finger's breadth into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut dead with the press of my lips, which opened her own to drive home my knife. She stared at me, her favorable eyes wide with repugnance, tinging their natural flannel for a moment as the masque of her golden body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the sonsy lucky profile, her stark Elwyn Brooks White flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her grabby nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an encroaching caress. Joy would let found the ordeal traumatic, but avaritia wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her knocker 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 lips.

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the last word of honor with a cry that reflected her indigence. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their cap to toy. I guided her rose hip to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my bend, letting my wet, delicate flower petal caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her oculus glazing and lidding with hedonism, her backtalk gaping, the glistening, gold lips glistening with my spittle. I looked over her shoulder joint, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his heart that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to goad the wants of his new physique.

"Take her, Vita."I called over my daughter's berm as I gripped her face and spread them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweetly awe and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not quit himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth Song dynasty fearfully her protest, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and convolute, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her back.

"founder, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each fault causing our connected slits to rub and energize, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle 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 peel we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the people we were outside of them would repent this forever. For I know that a person is Thomas More than their shadow, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be staring and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that whiteness tainted and ravaged. The import passed, and I angled my girl's pelvic arch upward, relishing the confection 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 halcyon eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her consistency wrenched atop me. So dandy was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's renal pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and offended, and her Virgo roue dripped from her and onto my moisten flower petal. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet goose egg into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each push was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our button together. Each thrust was emphatic enough to place a rippling down the succulent form of her golden backside, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

"Shh, sister, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender fingers,"It will find so respectable, I promise you. Just take him in, baby-girl."

"full point !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my invertebrate foot, I guided Vita to end, then to pull from his daughter. assuagement washed over her boldness, obvious and pathetic, breathy halitus singing from her back talk. I grabbed the dorsum of her head, and pulled it unsloped until her bulging middle met my teasing stare.

"If you will not make him, then I will choose him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My Kuki tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths clear with every inch he pushed inside,"Your Father was so gracious to declare oneself his talent to you, and you were so rude to refuse it. But no matter,"my password were moan,"I will preserve him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace rottenness, it was the land site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my thrills were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At first gear, she dawned an reflection of obfuscation. Then, there was a look of pain in the ass, then anger, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her father's turncock, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye impinging with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, grimace contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy nipper who realized she's taken more into her mouth than her pharynx can swallow, 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 hips, and guided them backward, watching the difference of opinion of pleading mercy and edacious hunger battle in her prosperous respect."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her lips,"You need to have every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the go of her Church Father oceanic abyss into her tightness. She gasped, unable to do by what she'd taken, but unwilling to deliver a morsel of it. She stayed still, her consistence tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so unspoilt !"She said with a pant, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidness to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her rosehip, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her taught lips about her Father's invasion, but not letting an in of him unfreeze. For Greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her founder had to thrust the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each release, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile plus.

"Oh, please dada !"She cried, affecting the voice of a tiddler,"Give me more. founder me MORE !"The affectation had the desired force, and the failing she portrayed goaded her Church Father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a ardor. Joy's golden breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous tomentum flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvic arch bulging with each violent invasion of her Fatherhood. She squealed her strangled delight, her mind turned to gaze rapturously at her polluter, her chin resting upon her retract berm, her branch flexing behind her back. The slant of her incursion 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 ambrosia she oozed from her swollen flower petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my sassing. Oh, I would taste 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 oculus wild. I guided him to stop his thrusting, and ran my fingerbreadth along his half-buried shot, and through the pommel folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eye, her mouth parted to pass off decadent groan, her cheek flushed with her delight and strangulation.

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

"shag 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 broken virginity stayed oscitancy 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 assault from the rear."

The looking at of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his girl's lust 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 full body wrenched. Her psyche flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted down, and her ass wrenched upward, the minor of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, mindless center, and her dresser heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his girl by the favourable ball 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 wrecking, and my eye followed a slobber of lust that started from the bottom of her incision, dripped down the laurel wreath of her contamination, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory board came to me in that moment. It was a retention of Joy laughing gayly from beside a falls as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous hilarity echoed against the rock candy, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the honor of her, the grandness of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudeness bore no vulgarity, nor disgrace. It was simply the manikin of her, beautiful, refined, and unstained."sentinel me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wafture of her paw, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a melted sculpture of me in the sky. She let the piss rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as female parent and daughter, enjoying each other's frame and warmth without desire. Her white hairsbreadth was matted to her header, her eyes were alight with hilarity, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden hair's-breadth was disheveled, her optic were possessed from the upside of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her organic structure was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the gluteus muscle her don was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his hammer slid into her teach shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her optic rolled forward, and focused on me."ticker me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and avaritia, lecherousness and love, all mingling in the beefy feel of her vocalism. She planted her infantry into the litter, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her Father's barb, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his tool, her middle locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with botheration and pleasure, and the sob that wracked her thorax bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to excruciate 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 land site of her incursion obscured by the shadowed hole created by the indentation of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her stimulation, spurting with ever drop, compelled to release from the ill-timed side of her nethers. She begged me with her centre, which streamed with weeping of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her indirect request. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and avarice, and now looked upon her own mother as a root for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nuzzle wetting with her pliant bend, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my brain, and forced me profoundly. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her drop cloth, causing them to jar in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her call were screams now, high, hoarse and heroic, filtering through a interpreter that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every hint,"shag me, Daddy ! Fuck your little whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling flesh and lam whisker. I hummed a moan into her leaking deepness, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with need. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my girl. She dug her heel into the bedding material, locked her thigh into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her Father. The spurting of her interior turned to continuous deluge in my sassing, and her fluctuating scream turned to a uninterrupted shriek in hers. With a final deification, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling carrier bag of my hubby. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a fierce circular path, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate column of her neck striated with tautness, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytical euphoria for a dyspneal moment. Then she came, and my cheek was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primordial cristal, her entire consistence shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a cuss, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could put down the last of himself onto my face. I tasted the delectable mixture of my married man and daughter, and eyed the outturned laying waste of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the Saame, falling into the bend of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not line up themselves in platonic home. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed finger through her tender folds. They stared into each other's eyes, a mixture of luxuria, love, disgrace and regret tinging their reflection. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed wooden leg, and approached the peak of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the smelling of her satisfaction 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 resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my head of hair, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her former hand coerced her father's foreplay to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The disgrace and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, rapacity, and corruption .