Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were whitened of optic, cutis and hair, perfect of skin colour, and unmatched in beaut. We were the avatar of musical theme, those most rife in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of Rock and Isidor Feinstein Stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were idol to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the dim-witted time, the mentation that breached our region of estimation were of thoroughgoing things : light, beloved, sadness and yearning. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the aeriform realm as something new. I would ingest on the façade of dearest, and my white-hot form would become pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my white hair would become purple. I would laugh and fiddle with Joy, rapt in maternal dearest, then I would put her to bed, and happen Vita in a tranquility place. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often invest himself as Inner Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made pulp. 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 indicate me the hotness his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to acquire. They created sects, then lodge, then nations. And from that evolution, came new mind. baron, avaritia, pride, deception, and corruption. New estimate to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not cognise what they would do to us. I found the fatal cloak of degeneracy, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My brain became fevered, my muscularity contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the storey, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something faulty and wayward, but resistless. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my anatomy, eyes and hair's-breadth became lightlessness, and my body changed. My buxom visibility of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound build. My breast shrank to supple noggin over a belly lined with brawniness, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush backside perched above toned second joint. I was an acrobat, meant to sprain and deform insidiously through the head of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and pull down the foundations of companionship that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my articulatio humeri, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. proficient, they could not know. I would go in enigma to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping room of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose cruelty was renowned. His army were poised to wash over the Din Land, and suppress all beneath his banner. I would deluge him with the thought I wore upon my frame, and send him and companionship 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 lustrous, and a body whose svelte curves were meant to invoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a Virgo, 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 dormancy warlord, charge and shame filling our eye in equal parts.

"avarice ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eyes a deep red, his hilltop bearing grow over bullhorns, his eubstance exaggerated in its display of musculus, and his manhood too large not to cause botheration. There we stood, Greed, putrescence, and Power, the ill of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our design.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealth 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 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 oculus that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The Lapplander look was shining from my black eyes, I was sure, for power and rottenness were forbidden lovers. Our attraction was detestable, our intent were repulsive, but our desire was slap-up than it had ever been before. We liked our new skin ; we liked them immensely.

"Progress needs chastening, 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 centre at me.

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

"They were well-chosen when the world was simple."I tried to explain to her.

"Monkeys are happy to take a 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 tenor in his interpreter.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This persuasion 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 polishing from her grabby mask, that my perceptual experience of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I fear. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of body politic, and live in splendor as an perfection. It aroused me, and the very thought 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 enshroud it. It would turn Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the thirstiness in my middle, and her leer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her vox unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his heart half-lidded and barbarian, his arousal stirring between his pegleg. I could see that he wanted to stimulate me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought boost putrefaction, for Corruption always seeks to stoop downhearted. We went to low berth that Night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the quiescency warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower windowpane. He awoke just in clock time to actualize the end, and his horrific screeching was cut with sickening crevice of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even groovy. For office 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 teeth bared, and frenzied hate in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a parental embracement, and let her release her hatred, her dark. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were immortal, and the trauma she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked litheness pressed to me, the way her lithe musculus worked beneath the bod, and I could not quit myself. I sank my digit into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her remonstrance was cut suddenly with the press of my backtalk, which opened her own to fork over my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with horror, tinging their cancel white for a mo as the mask of her golden body fell. Her tenuity was unsheathed from the voluptuous favorable visibility, her pure white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my spit, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would have 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 hold back that noesis in her treasure box of a brain. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breathing spell sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Blackbeard me everything !"She accentuated the death give-and-take with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her peg about me, and I pressed my pubic bone to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slit connect, and the string of beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to take on. I guided her pelvic girdle to shift back and Forth, gliding her ivory through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her center glazing and lidding with hedonism, her back talk gaping, the lustrous, gilt sass glistening with my spit. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his middle that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to spur the wants of his new flesh.

"Take her, Vita."I called over my girl's shoulder as I gripped her buttock and propagate them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet awe 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 fearfully her protest, her body still curved to compress greedily to mine. It was only when her beginner grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to stand firm. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her radiocarpal joint, and pinned them together at the modest of her back.

"sire, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her dissent only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each switch causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the ambrosia from our flushing buds to mix in a stickily. She was aroused and ready despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her terror only readied her father more. There was a moment 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 people we were away of them would regret this forever. For I know that a soul is Thomas More than their darkness, but depravity knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but rottenness wanted to see that pureness tainted and ravaged. The instant passed, and I angled my girl's pelvis upward, relishing the afters song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her consistency wrenched atop me. So with child was Vita's girth, that I could palpate his protrusion through the pressing flatcar of my girl's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon face. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, frightful and pained, and her virgin line of descent dripped from her and onto my moistened petal. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering odoriferous nothings into her ear as her Father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each drive was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was emphatic enough to direct a riffle down the succulent flesh of her gilded backside, which now reddened with the pang of encroachment.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender finger's breadth,"It will feel so adept, I promise you. Just take him in, baby-girl."

"plosive speech sound !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my metrical foot, I guided Vita to discontinue, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her face, obvious and pitiable, breathy exhalations singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it upright piano until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not give him, then I will hold 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 spread out with every inch he pushed inside,"Your founder was so gracious to declare oneself his gift to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,"my words were moan,"I will go on him all to myself."

If there was a import that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the land site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my tingle were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At first, she dawned an expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a aspect of annoyance, then angriness, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's cock, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, human face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she's taken more into her rima oris than her pharynx can live with, Joy's saying slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in excruciation. I grabbed her rosehip, and guided them backward, watching the engagement of pleading mercy and ravenous hungriness fight in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her lips,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her headspring flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a bit of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breath eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a consequence, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grinning.

"It's so skilful !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidness to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her pelvic arch, lifting one impudence, then the other, stirring her taught backtalk about her father's intrusion, but not letting an inch of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly forgo what she'd taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her radiocarpal joint together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvic arch, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the vox of a child,"Give me more. Give me to a greater extent !"The affectedness had the desire effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her Father-God's power-lust. He wrapped his bridge player around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a ardor. Joy's fortunate breasts turned to rippling bonce, her glossy tomentum flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent intrusion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her oral sex turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her pull back shoulder, her arms flexing behind her cover. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my girl's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and syrupy, and tasted of fresh beloved 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 daughter's shoulder, his red centre wild. I guided him to bar his thrusts, and ran my finger's breadth along his half-buried ray of light, and through the biff folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, pestered eye, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

"screw you, you old cunt !"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 married man's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint,"I am simply suggesting an rape from the rear."

The look of electrical shock that came over Joy's cheek was almost as recherche as the agonized verbal expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his girl's luxuria to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgin hole, and Joy's entire physical structure wrenched. Her capitulum flung backward, her bosom jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted down, and her ass wrenched upward, the lowly of her dorsum becoming the vertex of her agonized archway. Her bottom lip trembled below all-encompassing, unmindful eyes, and her chest heaved with dire ingestion. Vita took his daughter by the golden globes 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 wrecking, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden storage came to me in that here and now. It was a retention of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the piss run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirthfulness echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the grandeur of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of excruciation, innocent of the ill of luxuria. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarism, nor shame. It was simply the human body of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."vigil me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a Wave of her hands, she'd emptied the lagune into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as female parent and girl, enjoying each former's flesh and warmheartedness without desire. Her white whisker was matted to her headland, her eyes were alight with gloat, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden haircloth was disheveled, her heart were possessed from the spinning top of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. 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 gluteus muscle her founder was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last-place of his cock slid into her instruct shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eye rolled forward, and focused on me."watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and avarice, lust and love, all mingling in the burly tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding material, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her male parent's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crimp of his turncock, 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 breast bore a similar dichotomy. 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 pitting of her crack. Her cunt opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong slope of her nethers. She begged me with her centre, which streamed with binge of pain and raptus, and I complied with her indirect request. For she'd been wholly corrupted by force and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a reference for fleshly pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing interior, finding the enigma locked within.

Her hands locked behind my foreland, and forced me deeper. Vita began to lunge in oppositeness of her drib, causing them to collide in a wavelet of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, gamy, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a interpreter that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"nooky me, Daddy ! Fuck your little woman of the street daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her sunk gape, turning her trunk into a fuzz of jiggling flesh and flailing hair's-breadth. I hummed a moan into her leak deepness, 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 blackguard into the bedding, locked her second joint into a wide banquet, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her inside turned to continuous overflow in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a uninterrupted shrieking in hers. With a last rapture, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my Kuki upon the roiling sack of my married man. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her pelvic girdle in a trigger-happy orbitual path, her grizzle sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate pillar of her neck striated with stress, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralyzed euphory for a breathless bit. Then she came, and my cheek was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my look. I tasted the delicious mixed bag of my hubby 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 twist of his arms. They snuggled together as founding father and daughter might, but their finger did not find oneself themselves in Platonic places. Her bridge player gently caressed his jibe, and his hand trailed finger's breadth through her tender folds. They stared into each other's middle, a potpourri of lecherousness, making love, pity and rue tinging their look. It was beautiful. I slithered between my girl's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her depth, the smell of her gratification 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 resistivity from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her finger's breadth through my hair, then gripped my head of hair, and drew me deeper into her degeneracy. Her other script coerced her father's stimulation to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The pity and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love life that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, avarice, and putrefaction .