Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were T. H. White of eyes, cutis and pilus, perfective tense of complexion, and unmatched in ravisher. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevailing in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of Rock and Harlan F. Stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our joining came a daughter, 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 ‘ peacock blue'to them, of pee and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the bare times, the thoughts that breached our land of ideas were of pure matter : luminousness, making love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the estimation, and walked the celestial realm as something new. I would take on the façade of lovemaking, and my White person human body would become pinko, my livid oculus would become violet, and my white hair would become purple. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in enatic love, then I would put her to bed, and detect Vita in a serenity place. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often adorn himself as sparkle, and strike gloriously as the sun made figure. He would daze Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would express joy gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his Light Within shined with.

From our gift and cognition, the tribe began to develop. They created sect, then club, then nations. And from that evolution, came new ideas. mogul, avarice, pridefulness, conjuring trick, and putrefaction. New thought to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know 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 nous became fevered, my heftiness contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the trading floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A horrific euphory, something unseasonable and contrary, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my bod, center and hair became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous visibility of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the ethical motive of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with musculus, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to play out the dark in others, and tear down the foundations of guild that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder joint, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. Good, they could not know. I would go in confidential to the realm of mortal, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchamber of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the realm, and curb all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my soma, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another charwoman there already. She was skinned in gold, with haircloth and center just as garishly glossy, and a soundbox whose svelte curves were meant to conjure up 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 girl immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each early across the quiescency warlord, accusation and shame filling our middle in equate share.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"degeneracy ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyes a deep red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his consistence exaggerated in its exhibit of muscle, and his humanness too large not to cause annoyance. There we stood, Greed, depravation, and mogul, the ailment of fellowship made flesh to tempt a warlord for our use.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralise the wealth of the earthly concern to create a nifty empire, and merge all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, don ?"

"I too indirect request to unite the world, but through force out 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 society's testis are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his forefront and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his oculus that hinted at a very genuine and very dark desire. The Lapplander look was shining from my melanize oculus, I was trusted, for top executive and corruption were forbidden lovers. Our attractive feature was detestable, our design were repugnant, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new pelt ; we liked them immensely.

"onward motion needs correction, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we be intimate if it is right ?"

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

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

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

"Monkeys are happy to betray in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

"Is being dead on target to our nature all that we should endeavour to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.

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

"As does yours, Mother."Joy sneered back. I think it was at that consequence, seeing her vitriol shining from her grasping masquerade party, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I guardianship. For I was seeing a glowering side of Joy, a position that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendour as an idol. It aroused me, and the very view that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was detestable and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to enshroud it. It would become Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my centre, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his optic half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me trouble, and that cognition made me want it as well, but I sought encourage depravities, for Corruption always seeks to crouch lower. We went to low property that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the quiescence warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in sentence to recognise the end, and his horrific riot was cut with sickening crack of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even smashing. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was abruptly, there was a great vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in craze, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a enatic embracement, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her defenseless suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the frame, and I could not give up myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the pressure of my sass, which opened her own to save my knife. She stared at me, her golden eye wide with revulsion, tinging their instinctive Andrew Dickson White for a moment as the mask of her golden body fell. Her tenuity was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her pure white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the question of my tongue, delivering to her the delight of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the inappropriateness of it, focusing on learning the room of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the pap stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpractised style atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breathing place afters in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the shoemaker's last word with a cry that reflected her pauperization. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the beading of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hip to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, frail petals caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her middle glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the shining, gold lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upwards. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his eubstance. I just had to prick the wants of his new flesh.

"yield her, Vita."I called over my daughter's shoulder joint as I gripped her nerve and distribute them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her revolution, her face stricken with alarm.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fright and exposure in her interpreter tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth Sung dynasty fearfully her protest, her body still curved to iron out 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 twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the minor of her back.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her circumstances. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, 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 scare only readied her father more. There was a consequence where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these skins 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 someone is more than their shadow, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be stark and wonderful, but subversion wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The instant passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvic arch upward, relishing the sweet song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden eyes bulged, her sass gaped, and her physical structure wrenched atop me. So swell was Vita's girth, that I could feel his jut through the pressing flat tire of my daughter's pelvic arch. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon boldness. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, fearful and pained, and her Virgo the Virgin profligate dripped from her and onto my wash petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering dulcet zip into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrusting was forceful enough to stagger Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the lush pulp of her gold behind, which now reddened with the sting of impact.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with cutter fingers,"It will feel so effective, I promise you. Just drive him in, baby-girl."

"block !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her sire forced into her. With the sole of my fundament, I guided Vita to end, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her sassing. I grabbed the back of her question, and pulled it upright until her bulging center met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her back talk,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my astuteness out-of-doors with every inch he pushed inside,"Your male parent was so gracious to offer his endowment to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no issue,"my words were groan,"I will save him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace putrescence, it was the site of my girl's face after I'd tickled her rapacity. For my thrills were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that second. At first, she dawned an formula of puzzlement. Then, there was a feeling of annoyance, then angriness, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her Fatherhood's cock, tore it painfully from my deepness, then pierced her own. She cried out with the painful sensation of it, but she held eye physical contact with me the whole time, 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 throat can swallow, Joy's expression slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in excruciation. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the difference of pleading mercy and voracious hunger engagement in her aureate heed."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my clapper finding her mouth,"You need to stimulate every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her tautness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breathing time eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful reflexion for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so goodness !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her organic structure 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 buttock, then the other, stirring her teach lips about her beginner's intrusion, but not letting an inch of him free. For rapacity was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her Church Father had to force the issue. He held her articulatio radiocarpea together at the modest of her spinal column, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each passing, trying to entice her father with the back-arching aggrandisement of her renal pelvis, presenting her prolific assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"springiness me more. Give me MORE !"The affectation had the desire core, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her Father's power-lust. He wrapped his men around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervour. Joy's golden white meat turned to rippling domes, her glistening hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the apartment of her pelvic arch bulging with each violent encroachment of her Father of the Church. She squealed her strangled pleasure, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted articulatio humeri, her arms flexing behind her back. The Angle of her insight allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my puss, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen-headed petals was golden and viscous, and tasted of perfumed honey when I brought it to my lips. 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 centre wild. I guided him to stop his jab, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shot, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed oculus, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her impudence flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

"shtup 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 humiliated virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my married man's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her damp taint,"I am simply suggesting an Assault from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's grimace was almost as exquisite as the agonize expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's luxuria to lube the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgo muddle, and Joy's entire consistency wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the peak of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below extensive, reasonless middle, and her chest heaved with desperate ingestion. Vita took his daughter by the golden Earth 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 laying waste, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottomland of her prick, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her buggery.

An unbidden memory came to me in that mo. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a falls as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the Rock, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the glare of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to proceed her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of luxuria. She was a grown woman then, naked in the piddle, but her nakedness bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and unsullied."spotter me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she'd emptied the laguna into the air, and created a liquid state carving of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and warmth without desire. Her white hair was matted to her school principal, her eyes were alight with glee, and her back talk were creased with joy.

Her golden fuzz was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the upside of her Elwyn Brooks White, and her lips were trembling and leaking with baloney. 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 gluteus her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The lastly of his cock slid into her learn shithole, and a tingle ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lecherousness and jazz, all mingling in the husky tonus of her vocalization. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking pegleg she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her forefather's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crimp of his pecker, her optic locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with hurting and delight, and the sob that wracked her breast bore a standardized duality. And though it seemed to rack 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 website of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indentation of her fling. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop cloth, compelled to release from the incorrectly side of her nethers. She begged me with her center, which streamed with binge of pain and transport, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and covetousness, and now looked upon her own mother as a generator for sensual pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her elastic folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeply. Vita began to hurl in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking chassis, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her battle cry were screams now, high, husky and despairing, filtering through a articulation that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"Fuck me, Daddy ! Fuck your little whore girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her consistency into a fuzz of jiggling flesh and flailing hair's-breadth. I hummed a moan into her leak depths, 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 blackguard into the bedding, locked her second joint into a panoptic gap, and jackhammered herself atop her Fatherhood. The spurting of her interior turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a concluding exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself cryptic than ever, squishing my Kuki upon the roiling sack of my hubby. She stayed there for a present moment, grinding her pelvic arch in a violent circular path, her snivel splutter to a breathless croaking. The delicate pillar of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her exit. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal disco biscuit, her stallion body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted chum and baby. He trembled in his own hug drug, and with a oath, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the final of himself onto my face. I tasted the delicious miscellany 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 weapon. They snuggled together as forefather and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his shot, and his deal trailed fingers through her attendant folds. They stared into each other's eyes, a motley of lust, love, shame and regret tinging their saying. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the solar apex of her sex. oestrus radiated from her depths, the smell of her gratification wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my backtalk about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair's-breadth, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her turpitude. Her other script coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his optic, biting her blue lip. The ignominy and ruefulness in their facial expression dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, avarice, and corruption .