Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were whitened of eyes, tegument and hair, perfective tense of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the consciousness of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and stone, and he was called Vita ; of aliveness and origin. 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 virtually of all. She was ‘ greenish blue'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the mere times, the thought that breached our realm of estimate were of pure thing : illumination, sexual love, sadness and yearning. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the theme, and walked the airy realm as something new. I would take on the façade of making love, and my ashen chassis would get pink, my lily-white heart would become reddish blue, and my egg white hair would become purple. I would laugh and trifle with Joy, rapt in parental love, then I would put her to bed, and bump Vita in a placid place. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often drape himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made pulp. He would bedazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would express mirth gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and record me the heat his luminosity shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the federation of tribes began to evolve. They created religious sect, then club, then state. And from that evolution, came new musical theme. Power, greed, pride, deception, and depravation. New thought to jade, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these matter were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the Black cloak of depravity, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My intellect became fevered, my heftiness contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It shift me. My mind deteriorated, my build, eyes and haircloth became inkiness, and my body changed. My sonsy visibility of pregnancy turned to something as lithe and pliant as the morals of my newfound pattern. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that drill hole a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to curve and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the iniquity in others, and tear down the foundation of smart set that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. Good, they could not know. I would go in secret to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping accommodation of a warlord whose bloodlust was notorious, and whose cruelty was renowned. His Army were poised to wash over the land, and appropriate 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 cleaning woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple bender were meant to conjure up covetousness. 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 quiescency warlord, accusation and shame filling our center in equal parts.

"rapacity ?"I hissed at her.

"putridness ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyeball a thick red, his eyebrow bearing overgrow bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to stimulate pain. There we stood, Greed, putrefaction, and world power, the ailment of society made flesh to allure a warlord for our aim.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the reality to create a neat empire, and unify all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Padre ?"

"I too bid to unify 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 world to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his head and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his centre that hinted at a very real and very night desire. The Saami look was shining from my blackness middle, I was for certain, for power and corruption were forbidden lovers. Our attraction was execrable, our intentions were hideous, but our desire was gravid than it had ever been before. We liked our new skin ; we liked them immensely.

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

"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 glad when the creation was simple."I tried to explain to her.

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

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

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

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

"As does yours, Mother."Joy sneered back. I think it was at that present moment, seeing her vitriol polishing from her grasping mask, that my percept of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I care. For I was seeing a wickedness side of Joy, a English that desired to horde the wealth of Nation, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very intellection that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an drawing card was repugnant and faulty, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would become Petra's… dark. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her interpreter unsure. She looked to her Father-God, and I followed her regard. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and state of nature, his arousal stirring between his branch. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for depravity always seeks to lower oneself lower. We went to low lieu that night. Never had an Elemental laid a bridge player on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the quiescency warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in clock time to agnise the end, and his horrific shrieking was cut with sickening crack cocaine of his breaking torso. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even cracking. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuity of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with dentition bared, and manic hatred in her middle. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arm about her in a enatic embracement, and let her vent her hatred, her dark. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no help, for Elementals were divinity, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked pliantness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscle worked beneath the flesh, and I could not check myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her protest was cut shortly with the insistency of my backtalk, which opened her own to render my tongue. She stared at me, her golden middle wide with horror, tinging their born white for a here and now as the masquerade of her golden body fell. Her slimness was unsheathed from the voluptuous halcyon profile, her pure whiten frame radiance dimly. I coerced her grabby nature back with the movement of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would suffer 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 ways of my kiss so that she could sustain that knowledge in her treasure box of a judgment. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the tit stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed personal manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breathing time sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the stopping point intelligence with a cry that reflected her pauperism. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the bead of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her pelvis to lurch back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, ticklish petals caress the eye of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold lips glistening with my spit. I looked over her shoulder, 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 trunk. I just had to goad the wants of his new soma.

"issue her, Vita."I called over my girl's shoulder as I gripped her boldness and circularize them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her revolution, her face stricken with alert.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the afters fear and vulnerability in her representative tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not lay off 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 baulk. She thrashed and pervert, and Vita caught both of her radiocarpal joint, and pinned them together at the minuscule of her back.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each sack causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and set up despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her panic only readied her father more. There was a second 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 exterior of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than than their iniquity, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be arrant and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The minute passed, and I angled my daughter's hip upward, relishing the sweet Song dynasty 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 lucky eyes bulged, her sass gaped, and her soundbox wrenched atop me. So keen was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flatcar of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a savor of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and pained, and her virgin descent dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her Father of the Church pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each driving force was emphatic enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to transmit a ripple down the lush flesh of her gold prat, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender fingers,"It will sense so in force, I promise you. Just demand him in, baby-girl."

"occlusive !"she screamed, writhing to scarper the pain her Father of the Church forced into her. With the fillet of sole of my foot, I guided Vita to quit, then to pull from his daughter. easing washed over her fount, obvious and pitiable, breathy exhalations singing from her sass. I grabbed the spine of her heading, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have 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 depths open with every in he pushed inside,"Your Father was so gracious to propose his gift to you, and you were so unmannerly to deny it. But no affair,"my words were moan,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the site of my girl'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, she dawned an face of puzzlement. Then, there was a look of irritation, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her don's tool, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye middleman with me the totally meter, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, typeface 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 agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the battle of pleading mercy and voracious hunger engagement in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her lip,"You need to accept every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her chief flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her Father-God deep into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to give up a morsel of it. She stayed still, her soundbox tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her ponderous breaths eased, and her look relaxed. It fell into a heedful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so undecomposed !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her eubstance lost its inflexibility to a languid archway, and she tilted her headland to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her articulatio coxae, lifting one cheek, then the former, stirring her taught lips about her father's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For rapacity was never one to willingly forego what she'd taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her articulatio radiocarpea together at the small-scale of her backrest, and ravaged her like a cop. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her male parent with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"springiness me more. fall in me More !"The mannerism had the want effect, and the impuissance she portrayed goaded her Father of the Church's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her pharynx, wrenched her vertical, and choked her as he heaved with a ardor. Joy's golden bosom turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flatbed of her renal pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her draw in shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's beam to die through my twat, and I moaned in congruity with my daughter's scream, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her well up petals was favorable and pasty, and tasted of unfermented 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 eyes wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my finger along his half-buried putz, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, get at middle, her lips parted to emit decadent moan, her buttock flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"There are early military campaign to pursue."

"roll in the hay you, you old gripe !"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 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 rape from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's nerve was almost as recherche as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his girl's lust to lube the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the deepness of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her tit jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her rear becoming the vertex of her agonised arch. Her seat lip trembled below all-embracing, asinine eyes, and her bureau heaved with do-or-die consumption. Vita took his girl 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 ruin, and my oculus followed a dribbling of lecherousness that started from the prat 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 mirth echoed against the rock, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the pureness of her, the grandeur of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; vacancy of bother, ignorant of hurt, innocent of the ills of lecherousness. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudeness bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and unsullied."sentry me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she'd emptied the lagune into the air, and created a liquified sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and girl, enjoying each former's flesh and warmth without desire. Her white whisker was matted to her head, her eyes were alight with glee, and her back talk were creased with joy.

Her golden haircloth was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her Patrick Victor Martindale White, and her lips were trembling and leaking with humbug. Her body was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glute her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The terminal of his cock slid into her teach shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."spotter me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and fuck, all mingling in the hoarse tone of her phonation. She planted her ft into the bedding, and upon shaking peg she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her Padre's shaft, 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 wave-particle 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 crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong position of her nethers. She begged me with her middle, which streamed with bout of painfulness and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by ability and rapacity, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her elastic sheep pen, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the arcanum locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me cryptical. Vita began to thrust in opposite of her driblet, causing them to clash in a riffle of smacking anatomy, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and despairing, filtering through a articulation that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every hint,"Fuck me, Daddy ! Fuck your little harlot girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling flesh and thresh hair. I hummed a moan into her leak profundity, 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 delight was begot only from the debasement of my girl. She dug her cad into the bedding, locked her thighs into a wide ranch, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my sass, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous screeching in hers. With a final raptus, she dropped, piecing herself thick than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent flier path, her skreak sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate column of her neck striated with tenseness, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my nerve was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal disco biscuit, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his girl's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sisters. He trembled in his own cristal, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could discharge the finally of himself onto my face. I tasted the luscious motley of my hubby and daughter, and eyed the outturned ruining of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the Lapp, falling into the felon of his branch. They snuggled together as don and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his slam, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each other's heart, a mixture of lust, erotic love, shame and regret tinging their reflection. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the odour of her satisfaction wafted into my nostril. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapse. Gone was any electric resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her digit through my hair's-breadth, then gripped my head of hair, and drew me deeper into her turpitude. Her other handwriting coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her humbled lip. The pity and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only superpower, covetousness, and putridness .