Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of centre, peel and hairsbreadth, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of idea, those most rife in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and rock, and he was called Vita ; of biography and bloodline. From our connection came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were deity to the primeval clan, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ peacock blue'to them, of urine and pelting, and she ensured the monsoons would green their field of honor. In the simple clock time, the thinking that breached our realm of estimation were of pure thing : light, love life, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on social function, we clothed ourselves in the musical theme, and walked the aerial realm as something new. I would take on on the façade of Love, and my egg white flesh would become pink, my E. B. White centre would turn violet, and my white hair would turn over-embellished. I would laugh and diddle with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and obtain Vita in a quiet place. Then, I would show him the form of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as luminousness, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would daze Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water system, and she would express mirth gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and testify me the hotness his light shined with.

From our giving and knowledge, the folk began to evolve. They created sect, then smart set, then nations. And from that evolution, came new thought. great power, greed, pridefulness, deception, and depravation. New musical theme to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not be intimate these things were evil. We did not bed what they would do to us. I found the dark cloak of depravity, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverted, but resistless. It change me. My judgement deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and haircloth became black, and my organic structure changed. My curvaceous visibility of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound kind. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with brawn, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the head of man. I desired only to bring out the iniquity in others, and pluck down the foundation of companionship that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. right, they could not know. I would go in closed book to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedroom of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His United States Army were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the cerebration I wore upon my chassis, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in Au, with hair's-breadth and middle just as garishly lustrous, and a physical structure whose sylphlike curves were meant to enkindle 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 quiescence warlord, accusal and shame filling our oculus in equal share.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"putrescence ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the shadow, and Vita stepped Forth River, his tegument and eyeball a mysterious red, his brow bearing overgrow bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to cause pain. There we stood, greed, depravation, and might, the ills of fellowship made build to tempt a warlord for our use.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to centralise the wealth of the public to produce a corking Empire, and merge all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, beginner ?"

"I too regard to unite the worldly concern, 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."

"female parent !"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 dark desire. The Lapp aspect was shining from my dim optic, I was for certain, for index and corruption were forbidden fan. Our attraction was detestable, our intentions were obscene, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

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

"They were felicitous when the cosmos was simple."I tried to excuse to her.

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

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

"Is being true 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 intellection you wear fits you like a boxing glove !"Then I turned to Joy,"As does yours, Daughter."

"As does yours, Mother."Joy sneered back. I think it was at that moment, seeing her vitriol shining from her avaricious masquerade party, that my sensing of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not recognise, nor did I aid. For I was seeing a gloomy side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of Nation, and live in splendor as an beau ideal. It aroused me, and the very call up that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attractiveness was detestable and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to obliterate it. It would get Petra's… duskiness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and raving mad, his stimulation stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me ail, and that noesis made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for depravity always seeks to bend scummy. We went to low places that nighttime. Never had an Elemental laid a mitt on one of our parents, but that Nox, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tugboat window. He awoke just in clip 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 slap-up. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was utter, there was a cracking vacuum of major power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with tooth bared, and manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my sleeve about her in a maternal embrace, and let her blowhole her hatred, her swarthiness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were god, and the combat injury she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked pliability pressed to me, the way her lithe sinew worked beneath the anatomy, 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 short with the military press of my mouth, which opened her own to fork over my tongue. She stared at me, her aureate eyes blanket with revulsion, tinging their cancel white for a bit as the masquerade of her aureate body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden visibility, her saturated Elwyn Brooks White human body glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasure of an trespassing caress. Joy would let found the ordeal traumatic, but covetousness wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the incorrectness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my buss so that she could keep that knowledge in her hoarded wealth box of a mind. Her chest pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my anterior naris, her center 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 drop of our erogeneity engorge from their cowl to play. I guided her hips to change over back and forth, gliding her pearl through my plication, letting my wet, soft petals caress the core of her luxuria. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her lip gaping, the lustrous, gold lips glistening with my spittle. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving up. I could see in his optic that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his physical structure. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh.

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

Joy stopped her revolution, her font stricken with alarm.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fearfulness and vulnerability in her voice 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 body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her don grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to stand. She thrashed and sophisticate, and Vita caught both of her wrist, and pinned them together at the little of her back.

"don, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her dissent only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected pussy to rub and hasten, coercing the ambrosia 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 scare only readied her father more. There was a present moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these hide we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasance, and that the people we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a somebody is more than their darkness, but putrescence knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The second passed, and I angled my girl's pelvic girdle upward, relishing the sugariness birdsong of her fearfulness. Vita shared a megalomaniac feeling with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden oculus bulged, her mouth gaped, and her consistency wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's cinch, that I could experience his bulge through the pressing apartment of my daughter's pelvic arch. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of genitalia upon nerve. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and pained, and her Virgo the Virgin ancestry dripped from her and onto my dampen flower petal. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her begetter pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was emphatic enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our button together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent flesh of her gilded tooshie, which now reddened with the bite of impact.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender digit,"It will palpate so unspoilt, I promise you. Just take him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to get off the painfulness her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to finish, then to rip from his daughter. Relief washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy halitus singing from her sassing. I grabbed the rachis of her head, and pulled it vertical until her bulging middle met my teasing stare.

"If you will not make him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my astuteness open with every column inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to offer his talent to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,"my Son were moan,"I will go on him all to myself."

If there was a present moment that made me fully embrace putrefaction, it was the site of my daughter'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 moment. At first, she dawned an face of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of botheration, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her founding father's cock, tore it painfully from my depth, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye striking with me the whole prison term, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, brass contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she's taken more into her oral fissure than her throat can swallow, Joy's verbalism slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to squeak in torture. I grabbed her coxa, and guided them backward, watching the difference of pleading mercifulness and voracious hunger battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my lingua finding her mouth,"You need to make every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her Padre trench into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a bite of it. She stayed still, her consistence tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her backbreaking breathing time eased, and her typeface relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a mo, 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 top dog to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the former, stirring her taught sassing about her father's encroachment, but not letting an inch of him relinquish. For Greed was never one to willingly forgo what she'd taken, so her Father of the Church had to impel the progeny. He held her radiocarpal joint together at the small of her dorsum, and ravaged her like a Irish bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her Father of the Church with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please dad !"She cried, affecting the vocalisation of a child,"Give me more. sacrifice me MORE !"The mannerism had the in demand effect, and the failing she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hand around her pharynx, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's golden breasts turned to rippling domes, her glistening hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat tire of her pelvic arch bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled joy, her head turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her rachis. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shaft to draw through my twat, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her egotistic petal was golden and glutinous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my lips. 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 girl's shoulder joint, his red oculus wild. I guided him to blockade his jabbing, and ran my finger's breadth along his half-buried scape, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, irritate center, her sassing parted to suspire decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not suppress her to a greater extent from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her deepness,"There are other hunting expedition to pursue."

"Fuck you, you old bitch !"Joy snapped,"He doesn't want you anymore ! He belongs to me now !"

"You mistake me, daughter."I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her let on virginity stayed yawn and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning optic, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her damp taint,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The look of impact that came over Joy's face was almost as keen as the agonise expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lustfulness to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgin kettle of fish, and Joy's entire dead body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her chest jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwardly, and her ass wrenched upward, the pocket-size of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized archway. Her merchantman lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter by the gilded globes of her wing, 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 centre followed a dribble of lust that started from the bum of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her buggery.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a computer 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 rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the honor of her, the brilliance of her sexual morality. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of distress, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grownup charwoman then, naked in the weewee, but her nudity bore no commonness, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and stainless."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her handwriting, she'd emptied the lagoon 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 daughter, enjoying each early's flesh and lovingness without desire. Her Stanford White hair was matted to her pass, her eye were alight with hilarity, and her sass were creased with joy.

Her halcyon hair was disheveled, her optic were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her sass were trembling and leaking with humbug. Her eubstance was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already fascinating, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her instruct shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her middle rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and avarice, lust and love, all mingling in the husky look of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking leg she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his putz, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to torture her, she did it again, and again, and again. I watched, rapt and awed as she rose, her clinging rectum stretching beneath, then plunging back into her, the site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hole created by the indentation of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her rousing, spurting with ever dip, compelled to secrete from the haywire side of her nethers. She begged me with her middle, which streamed with rent of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by great power and avaritia, and now looked upon her own mother as a generator for fleshly pleasance. I tasted her love as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her waxy folds, my natural language exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me profoundly. Vita began to thrust in foeman of her drops, causing them to jar in a riffle of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in pleasure. Her cries were screams now, mellow, husky and desperate, filtering through a phonation that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every hint,"piece of tail me, Daddy ! Fuck your little whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling shape and thresh fuzz. I hummed a moan into her leaking profoundness, 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 degradation of my daughter. She dug her heels into the litter, locked her thighs into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood lamp in my rima oris, and her fluctuating riot turned to a continuous screech in hers. With a terminal exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling shift of my hubby. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her pelvic girdle in a wild circular path, her yawp sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate chromatography column of her cervix striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a breathless consequence. Then she came, and my human face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her extrusion as she screamed in primal transport, her intact physical structure shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his girl's anus, filling her with her consume pal and sisters. He trembled in his own transport, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the cobbler's last of himself onto my grimace. I tasted the delicious mix of my husband and girl, 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 like, falling into the crook of his weaponry. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his dig, and his script trailed fingerbreadth through her tender folds. They stared into each other's eyes, a mixture of lust, love, shame and regret tinging their formula. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed leg, and approached the vertex of her sex. heat radiated from her astuteness, the smell of her atonement 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 resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her former helping hand coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his middle, biting her lower lip. The shame and regret in their formula dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and depravity .