Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, skin and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of melodic theme, those most predominant in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of sway and stone, and he was called Vita ; of spirit and bloodline. From our connexion came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were immortal to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy near of all. She was ‘ greenish blue'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their domain. In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our realm of ideas were of pure thing : light, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on social function, we clothed ourselves in the approximation, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would take on the façade of honey, and my white flesh would become pink, my T. H. White optic would become violet, and my white haircloth would turn purple. I would laugh and run with Joy, rapt in parental love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a tranquillity stead. Then, I would show him the sort of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made physical body. He would dazzle 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 usher me the warmth his light shined with.

From our gifts and noesis, the kin began to evolve. They created religious sect, then club, then nations. And from that evolution, came new ideas. Power, greed, pridefulness, deception, and putrefaction. New estimation 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 total darkness cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscularity contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A awful euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my chassis, eyes and hair became black, and my soundbox changed. My curvaceous visibility of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexile as the morals of my newfound form. My bosom shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscular tissue, which narrowed to hips that gauge a lush hind end perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and tear down the foundations of company that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. trade good, they could not get laid. I would go in secret to the land of mortal, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to lave over the country, and curb all beneath his banner. I would submerge him with the cerebration I wore upon my figure, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly sheeny, and a body whose supple curves were meant to kick up greed. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as inexperienced person as I had thought. I recognized my girl immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, charge and ignominy filling our heart in equal role.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyeball a deeply red, his brow bearing overgrown loud hailer, his body exaggerated in its display of muscularity, and his manhood too large not to have pain. There we stood, rapacity, Corruption, and Power, the ills of fellowship made shape to charm a warlord for our determination.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the riches of the world to create a great conglomerate, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to unite the world, but through military 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 existence to be unified, and the riches 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 principal and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The like look was shining from my blackness oculus, I was surely, for mogul and corruption were tabu lover. Our drawing card was detestable, our intentions were hideous, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new cutis ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

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

"They were glad when the human beings was simple."I tried to explain to her.

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

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear tantrum 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 mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I upkeep. For I was seeing a nighttime slope of Joy, a position that desired to horde the wealth of commonwealth, and live in splendor as an matinee idol. It aroused me, and the very recollect that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter 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 out it. It would suit Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my optic, 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 angry, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me need it as well, but I sought further depravation, for putridness always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low space that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hired man on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the quiescence warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower windowpane. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening gap of his breaking physical structure. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his thirst even greater. For power only covets Sir Thomas More of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum of index.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her font twisted in rage, 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 maternal bosom, and let her release her hate, her shadow. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were deity, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscleman worked beneath the flesh, and I could not end myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her dissent was cut little with the imperativeness of my lips, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden middle blanket with horror, tinging their natural white for a second as the masquerade party of her fortunate body fell. Her slimness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her pure white flesh glow dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my clapper, delivering to her the pleasance of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the way of my buss so that she could hold open that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples 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.

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breathing space sweet in my nostrils, her middle filled with desire,"Thatch me everything !"She accentuated the last word with a cry that reflected her penury. She spread her stage about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our dent connect, and the astragal of our erogeneity engorge from their cap to bring. I guided her hip joint to change back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the eye of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her oculus glazing and lidding with hedonism, her oral fissure gaping, the shiny, golden lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upwardly. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his eubstance. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh.

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

Joy stopped her gyration, her face stricken with alarm.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet care and vulnerability in her vocalisation tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her oral fissure sung fearfully her protest, her organic structure still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the articulatio coxae, that Joy finally found the will to stand. She thrashed and rick, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her vertebral column.

"Father-God, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fortune. She squirmed atop me, each shifting causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to commix in a stickily. She was aroused and gear up despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her scare only readied her father more. There was a mo where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these cutis we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the mass we were out-of-door of them would repent this forever. For I know that a person is more than their duskiness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The here and now passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis 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 pant. Her fortunate eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So heavy was Vita's girth, that I could feel his protrusion through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a scag of crotch upon boldness. Then, Joy found her spokesperson. It screeched from her, direful and pained, and her Virgo the Virgin line dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each poke was emphatic enough to stagger Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each drive was forceful enough to send a riffle down the succulent human body of her aureate keister, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with pinnace fingerbreadth,"It will sense so good, I promise you. Just take him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to break away the hurting her founding father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to stop, then to pull from his daughter. reliever washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her sassing. I grabbed the book binding of her headway, and pulled it upright until her bulging middle met my tantalization stare.

"If you will not get 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 deepness opened with every in he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to offer his giving to you, and you were so bad-mannered to deny it. But no matter,"my actor's line were groan,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace depravation, it was the site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my boot were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At first, she dawned an expression of bemusement. Then, there was a look of aggravator, then ire, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her father's stopcock, tore it painfully from my profoundness, then pierced her own. She cried out with the hurting of it, but she held eye contact with me the unhurt time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, look contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy kid who realized she's taken more into her mouth than her throat can swallow, Joy's aspect slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to skreak in torment. I grabbed her pelvic arch, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and voracious thirst conflict in her favourable regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her rim,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the terminal of her father oceanic abyss into her meanness. She gasped, ineffective 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 breaths eased, and her fount relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grin.

"It's so commodity !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her consistence lost its rigidness to a languid arch, and she tilted her headway to growling,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her rosehip, lifting one cheek, then the early, stirring her taught lips about her male parent's intrusion, but not letting an in of him free. For avaritia was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her begetter had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the belittled of her rear, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each departure, trying to entice her father with the back-arching peak of her hip, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please pa !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"Give me more. Give me more !"The affectedness had the desired core, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her pharynx, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's lucky titty turned to rippling bean, her burnished haircloth flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent encroachment of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her headspring turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her mentum resting upon her retracted shoulder, her blazonry flexing behind her vertebral column. The angle of her insight allowed for Vita's gibe to pass through my incision, and I moaned in congruity with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petal was golden and syrupy, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my lip. 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, his red eyes wild. I guided him to break off his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried barb, and through the pommel folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, nettle optic, her mouth parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

"piece of ass 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 damp virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning middle, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist contamination,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as dainty as the agonize expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lust to lubricate the encroachment, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's entire body 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 vertex of her agonise archway. Her hindquarters lip trembled below encompassing, mindless eyes, and her pectus heaved with heroic intakes. Vita took his daughter by the aureate 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 downfall, and my optic followed a drip of lust that started from the nates of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her anal intercourse.

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 weewee run back up the cliffside. Her heavy mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the honour of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."sentry me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wafture of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a limpid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the piss rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as female parent and daughter, enjoying each other's shape and lovingness without desire. Her white hair was matted to her head word, her middle were alight with glee, and her mouth were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the crest of her Edward Douglas White Jr., and her lips were trembling and leaking with drivel. Her consistence 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 last of his cock slid into her taught shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eye rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and covetousness, lust and know, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She planted her base into the bedding, and upon shaking pegleg she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father's rotating shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the line of his cock, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with painfulness and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a standardised wave-particle 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 hollow created by the indentation of her crack. Her snatch opened and blushed with her rousing, spurting with ever drop-off, compelled to secrete from the incorrectly side of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with weeping of nuisance and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and rapacity, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for sensual joy. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant crimp, my lingua exploring her convulsing interior, finding the arcanum locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to hurtle in Opposition of her drops, causing them to jar in a ripple of smacking flesh, each shock coercing her maculate nethers to clinch in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and despairing, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breathing place,"ass me, Daddy ! Fuck your little whore girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her deflower gape, turning her body into a fuzz of jiggling flesh and flailing tomentum. I hummed a moan into her leak out astuteness, 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 degradation of my daughter. She dug her blackguard into the litter, locked her thighs into a all-embracing spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouthpiece, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous scream in hers. With a final raptus, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my mentum upon the roiling shift of my married man. She stayed there for a here and now, grinding her hips in a crimson circular path, her yammer splatter to a breathless croak. The finespun column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my font was drenched with her discharge. I lapped up her extrusion as she screamed in aboriginal go, her intact consistency shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted comrade and sis. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a bane, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could offload the last of himself onto my case. I tasted the delicious mixture of my married man 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 same, falling into the crook of his weapons system. They snuggled together as don and girl might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each former's eyes, a miscellany of lust, love life, pity and regret tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of the sun's way of her sex. Heat 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 resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her finger's breadth through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other hand coerced her Father of the Church's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his middle, biting her lower lip. The shame and regret in their grammatical construction dwindled, and the desire overtook the sexual love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and putridness .