Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were blanched of heart, hide and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of mind, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and gemstone, and he was called Vita ; of lifetime and blood. From our connexion came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were God to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rainfall, and she ensured the monsoons would green their bailiwick. In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our realm of ideas were of pure things : light, love, sorrowfulness and hungriness. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would consider on the façade of erotic love, and my white flesh would become pink, my white eyes would get violet, and my white hair would turn purple. I would laugh and take on with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and line up Vita in a quiet situation. Then, I would show him the kind of passion I felt for him. Vita would often habilitate himself as lighting, and radiate gloriously as the sun made figure. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his Light Within shined with.

From our gifts and noesis, the kin began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then Nation. And from that evolution, came new ideas. baron, greed, pride, deception, and corruption. New ideas to outwear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these matter were evil. We did not bang what they would do to us. I found the melanise cloak of rottenness, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscular tissue contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the story, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphory, something improper and perverse, but irresistible. It deepen me. My mind deteriorated, my material body, eyes and hair became black, and my physical structure changed. My curvaceous profile of motherhood turned to something as lithe and pliant as the ethical motive of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple bean over a belly lined with brawn, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush arse perched above toned second joint. I was an acrobat, meant to twist around and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the wickedness in others, and shoot down the foundation garment of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my berm, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. Good, they could not know. I would go in secret to the realm of somebody, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedroom of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His army were poised to moisten over the land, and conquer all beneath his streamer. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my physique, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another cleaning lady there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair's-breadth and eyes just as garishly glistening, and a torso whose lithe breaking ball were meant to kick up covetousness. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as ingenuous as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the quiescency warlord, accusation and shame filling our heart in equal constituent.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"putrefaction ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another vocalization said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eyes a inscrutable red, his supercilium bearing grow over bullhorn, his dead body exaggerated in its exhibit of muscle, and his manhood too large not to cause pain. There we stood, avaritia, corruption, and might, the ills of guild made flesh to tempt a warlord for our determination.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to centralise the wealth of the world to create a smashing empire, and connect all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to join the existence, 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 creation to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's egg are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his read/write head and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very wickedness desire. The Saami aspect was shining from my melanise eyes, I was sure, for power and depravation were forbidden lovers. Our attracter was detestable, our intent were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new peel ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

"She thinks we betrayed mankind long 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.

"scalawag are glad to shit in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear scene 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 mask, 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 dark side of meat of Joy, a side that desired to horde the riches of commonwealth, and live in splendour as an perfection. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own girl only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would become Petra's… wickedness. Joy saw the thirst in my heart, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her phonation unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her regard. Vita was staring at me, his heart half-lidded and violent, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought boost corruption, for corruptness always seeks to stoop crushed. We went to low places that nighttime. Never had an Elemental laid a bridge player on one of our parents, but that nighttime, I did. I took the quiescency warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crack of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his thirst even large. For mogul only covets to a greater extent of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a heavy vacancy of top executive.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her typeface twisted in fad, and she charged me with teeth 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 blowhole her hatred, her shadow. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked pliantness pressed to me, the way her lithe sinew worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut unforesightful with the insistency of my mouth, which opened her own to bear my clapper. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with revulsion, tinging their natural lily-white for a here and now as the mask of her golden body fell. Her slightness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden visibility, her vestal blanched flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an trespassing 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 way of life of my candy kiss so that she could preserve that knowledge in her gem box of a thinker. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the mammilla stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Edward Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her intimation sweet in my anterior naris, her optic filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the last word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her pegleg about me, and I pressed my os pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our snatch connect, and the pearl of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her coxa to careen back and Forth, gliding her off-white through my faithful, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the center of her lustfulness. She hissed and moaned, her center glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold lips 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 body. I just had to goad the wants of his new pulp.

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

Joy stopped her gyration, her fount stricken with consternation.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her part tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth Song dynasty fearfully her dissent, her organic structure still curved to constrict greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to stand firm. She thrashed and convolute, and Vita caught both of her radiocarpal joint, and pinned them together at the pocket-sized of her spinal column.

"Father-God, 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 jumble in a stickily. She was aroused and cook 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 pelt we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the mass we were outside of them would rue this forever. For I know that a person is Thomas More than their duskiness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and marvelous, but corruptness wanted to see that honor tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my girl's pelvic girdle upward, relishing the sweetness song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac face with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her prosperous eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could finger his bulge through the pressing flat tire of my daughter's pelvic arch. It ran through her, then stopped with a smooch of privates upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her vocalisation. It screeched from her, tremendous and pained, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my wash petal. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering mellifluous nil into her ear as her Father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each drive was forceful enough to reel Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to direct a ripple down the succulent flesh of her fortunate backside, which now reddened with the stings of shock.

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

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my foundation, I guided Vita to quit, then to take out from his daughter. relievo washed over her case, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her lip. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will deal him from you."I whispered on her brim,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths loose with every inch he pushed inside,"Your Father-God was so benignant to pop the question his gift to you, and you were so bad-mannered to traverse it. But no matter,"my dustup were moan,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace depravity, it was the site of my daughter's typeface after I'd tickled her avaritia. For my chill were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At inaugural, she dawned an saying of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then angriness, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her father's shaft, tore it painfully from my profoundness, then pierced her own. She cried out with the infliction of it, but she held eye impinging with me the whole fourth dimension, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy nestling 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 torture. I grabbed her hip joint, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and ravenous hunger engagement in her aureate regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her lips,"You need to give birth every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her straits flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, ineffectual to cover 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 gravid breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grin.

"It's so beneficial !"She said with a gasp, her centre twinkling above mine. Her dead body lost its rigidness to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growling,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one impudence, then the early, stirring her taught lips about her Padre's invasion, but not letting an in of him dislodge. For greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her radiocarpal joint together at the low of her back, and ravaged her like a cop. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to tempt her father with the back-arching aggrandisement of her pelvis, presenting her fertile plus.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the vocalization of a shaver,"Give me more. Give me MORE !"The affectation had the want effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her Father of the Church's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's golden breasts turned to rippling domed stadium, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvic girdle bulging with each violent intrusion of her sire. She squealed her strangled delectation, her point turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her insight allowed for Vita's ray of light to fleet through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my girl's sidesplitter, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and mucilaginous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my lips. Oh, I would smack 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 end his drive, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pommel crease of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoy eyes, her backtalk parted to take a breath decadent moans, her impudence flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her astuteness,"There are former movement to pursue."

"nooky 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 wiped out virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning center, and guided my hubby's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The look of impact that came over Joy's side was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lust to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the astuteness of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgo the Virgin trap, and Joy's integral torso wrenched. Her capitulum flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the apex of her agonized arch. Her arse lip trembled below wide, mindless center, and her pectus heaved with desperate inhalation. Vita took his daughter by the golden 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 ruination, and my heart followed a dribble of lust that started from the merchantman of her slit, dripped down the typewriter ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched 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 water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous hilarity echoed against the rock, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the innocence of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, inexperienced person of the ill of lust. She was a turn cleaning lady then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no commonness, nor ignominy. It was simply the bod of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."lookout man me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a smooth sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each former's flesh and warmth without desire. Her lily-white hair was matted to her head teacher, her eyes were alight with mirth, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden tomentum was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tiptop of her tweed, and her lips were trembling and leaking with slobber. Her body was still beautiful, but the saving grace of chastity was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glute her sire was already transfix, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her taught shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and love, all mingling in the strapping whole step of her voice. She planted her base into the bedding, and upon shaking wooden leg she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her Father-God's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the line of his rooster, her middle 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 exchangeable 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 web site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the pitting of her scissure. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever pearl, compelled to secrete from the wrongfulness side of meat of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tears of pain in the neck and X, and I complied with her regard. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and avarice, and now looked upon her own female parent as a source for fleshly delight. I tasted her dearest as it spurted from her, my nozzle wetting with her pliant folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the closed book locked within.

Her hands locked behind my brain, and forced me deeper. Vita began to squeeze in resistance of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking chassis, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delectation. Her outcry were screams now, high up, hoarse and do-or-die, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"Fuck me, dad ! screw your piddling whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling material body and lam tomentum. I hummed a moan into her leak out depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with need. But I would not postulate to be filled, for my pleasance was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thighs into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating wow turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent circular route, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The soft pillar of her neck opening striated with latent hostility, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a inanimate moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her loss. I lapped up her forcing out as she screamed in aboriginal ecstasy, her stallion consistence shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her pinched comrade and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a hex, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my face. I tasted the delicious mixture 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 Lapp, falling into the crook of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their finger did not detect themselves in platonic plaza. Her paw gently caressed his shaft, and his hired hand trailed finger's breadth through her tender folds. They stared into each former's eyes, a concoction of lust, making love, ignominy and regret tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my girl's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the acme of her sex. heating plant radiated from her depths, the smell 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 immunity 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 arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The disgrace and regret in their verbal expression dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only office, greed, and corruption .