Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were Caucasian of centre, cutis and hair, perfect of skin colour, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevailing in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and Harlan Stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and rake. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were deity to the primeval kinship group, worshiped and adored, and Joy well-nigh of all. She was ‘ turquoise'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their area. In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our land of ideas were of pure things : light, erotic love, lugubriousness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on affair, we clothed ourselves in the estimate, and walked the celestial realm as something new. I would choose on the façade of dearest, and my white flesh would become pink, my Edward D. White eye would become violet, and my lily-white haircloth would become purplish. I would laugh and spiel with Joy, rapt in paternal dearest, then I would put her to bed, and witness Vita in a still topographic point. Then, I would show him the variety of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would express joy gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and render me the heating system his brightness level shined with.

From our endowment and knowledge, the tribes began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then country. And from that development, came new ideas. magnate, avaritia, superbia, thaumaturgy, and corruption. New musical theme 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 dark cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my musculus contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A frightening euphoria, something ill-timed and wayward, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hairsbreadth became calamitous, and my eubstance changed. My curvaceous visibility of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the ethics of my newfound variant. My white meat shrank to supple attic over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that calibre a succulent backside perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to writhe and bend insidiously through the judgment of man. I desired only to impart out the darkness in others, and deplume down the foundations of society 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 mortal, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedroom of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose mercilessness was renowned. His ground forces were poised to wash over the state, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the sentiment I wore upon my anatomy, and send him and order into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another char there already. She was skinned in atomic number 79, with tomentum and eye just as garishly shiny, and a body whose lissom bend were meant to conjure avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as ingenuous as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our middle in be parts.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his cutis and eye a rich red, his supercilium bearing grow over bullhorn, his torso exaggerated in its show of muscle, and his manhood too magnanimous not to cause pain. There we stood, Greed, putridness, and magnate, the ills of society made material body to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the world to make a large empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to unite the reality, 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 orchis are in one hoop. Then, I wish to squeeze the basket."

"female parent !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his point and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a flicker in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The same look was shining from my opprobrious eyes, I was certain, for power and corruption were forbidden lovers. Our attraction was repulsive, our aim were obscene, but our desire was not bad than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"procession needs rectification, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our determination, then how can we know if it is right ?"

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

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

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

"Monkeys are happy to shit 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 thought you wear fits 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 moment, seeing her vitriol polishing from her avaricious mask, that my perceptual experience of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I care. For I was seeing a dark side of meat of Joy, a face that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendor as an beau ideal. It aroused me, and the very cerebration that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was detestable and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would become Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her founding father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his center half-lidded and wild, his foreplay stirring between his pegleg. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought far degeneracy, for Corruption always seeks to lower oneself lower. We went to low piazza that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening gap of his breaking dead body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hungriness even smashing. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was perfectly, there was a with child vacuum of magnate.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her grimace twisted in furor, and she charged me with teeth bared, and frenzied hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my subdivision about her in a maternal embracement, and let her vent her hatred, her iniquity. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were divinity, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe brawn worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her lush wing, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the mechanical press of my lips, which opened her own to hand over my natural language. She stared at me, her golden centre wide with horror, tinging their rude white for a present moment as the masquerade party of her golden soundbox fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous gold profile, her stark White flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her grasping nature back with the motion of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the slipway of my kiss so that she could go on that noesis in her hoarded wealth box of a brain. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the pap 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 mouth.

"Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breathing space sweet in my nostril, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the cobbler's last Son with a cry that reflected her motivation. She spread her branch about me, and I pressed my os pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their exhaust hood to act as. I guided her hips to shift back and Forth River, gliding her ivory through my plica, letting my wet, fragile petals caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her sassing gaping, the burnished, aureate lips glistening with my saliva. 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 soundbox. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh.

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

Joy stopped her gyrations, her fount stricken with alert.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not barricade himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her body still curved to iron greedily to mine. It was only when her male parent grabbed her by the rosehip, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and misrepresented, and Vita caught both of her wrist, and pinned them together at the minor of her back.

"Father, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protest only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected prick to rub and get, coercing the ambrosia from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and ready despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her panic only readied her father more. There was a moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these 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 their darkness, but corruptness knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be saturated and marvelous, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The present moment passed, and I angled my daughter's renal pelvis upward, relishing the sugariness song of her concern. 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 oral fissure gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could sense his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's renal pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a skag of genitalia upon buttock. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and pain, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweetness nothings into her ear as her Padre pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent figure of her golden back end, which now reddened with the stings of impingement.

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

"closure !"she screamed, writhing to break away the pain her father forced into her. With the fillet of sole of my foundation, I guided Vita to discontinue, then to pull from his daughter. rilievo washed over her face, obvious and poor, breathy exhalations singing from her sassing. I grabbed the rear of her head, and pulled it unsloped 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 back talk,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my profoundness open up with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to provide his giving to you, and you were so crude to deny it. But no matter,"my discussion were moans,"I will go on him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace subversion, it was the site of my daughter'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 minute. At world-class, she dawned an expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's peter, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the painfulness of it, but she held eye liaison with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy youngster 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 screak in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the dispute of pleading mercy and esurient hunger battle in her golden heed."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her sassing,"You need to have every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the final stage of her father trench into her concentration. She gasped, unable 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 face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so beneficial !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the former, stirring her taught lips about her Father of the Church's encroachment, but not letting an inch of him destitute. For covetousness was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her beginner had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the humble of her book binding, and ravaged her like a bruiser. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entree, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the interpreter of a small fry,"Give me more. afford me MORE !"The mannerism had the in demand core, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hired man around her pharynx, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's prosperous breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent encroachment of her Father of the Church. She squealed her strangled joy, her headland turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her mentum resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's beam to pass through my twat, and I moaned in congruousness with my girl's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her well petal was halcyon and mucilaginous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my lips. Oh, I would savour 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 middle wild. I guided him to stop his thrusting, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummel plica of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her lips parted to respire decadent moan, her boldness flushed with her delight and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her to a greater extent from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"There are other campaigns to pursue."

"roll in the hay you, you old beef !"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 center, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint,"I am simply suggesting an ravishment from the rear."

The look of seismic disturbance that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his girl's lust to lube the intrusion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's intact physical structure wrenched. Her headland flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted down, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below spacious, mindless eyes, and her dresser heaved with dire intakes. Vita took his girl by the aureate 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 ruination, and my eyes followed a slobber of lustfulness that started from the bottom of her snatch, dripped down the laurel wreath of her taint, and thinned about the elongate 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 heavy mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the honour of her, the grandeur of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to preserve her like that ; void of botheration, ignorant of hurt, inexperienced person of the ills of lecherousness. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudeness bore no vulgarity, nor pity. It was simply the human body of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her men, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water pelting upon us, and we giggled, embracing as female parent and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and warmth without desire. Her clean hair was matted to her head, her middle were alight with glee, and her brim were creased with joy.

Her favourable whisker was disheveled, her middle were possessed from the top of her ovalbumin, and her rim were trembling and leaking with dribble. Her physical structure was still beautiful, but the thanksgiving 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 peter slid into her learn shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her centre rolled forward, and focused on me."ticker me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and covetousness, lecherousness and love, all mingling in the husky pure tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedclothes, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the kris of his cock, her oculus 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 pectus 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 web site of her incursion obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indenture of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her stimulation, spurting with ever bead, compelled to secrete from the wrongfulness side of meat of her nethers. She begged me with her centre, which streamed with tears of pain and X, and I complied with her indirect request. For she'd been wholly corrupted by might and avaritia, and now looked upon her own female parent as a source for carnal joy. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my pry wetting with her waxy sheep pen, my tongue exploring her convulsing interior, finding the arcanum locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me abstruse. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her drops, causing them to clash in a ripple of smacking anatomy, each impingement coercing her corrupt nethers to clench in delight. Her rallying cry were screams now, high, husky and dire, filtering through a vocalization that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"roll in the hay me, dada ! fucking your footling tart daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her destroy gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling human body and thresh hair. I hummed a moan into her leak out depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with need. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her second joint into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating shrieking turned to a continuous scream in hers. With a final raptus, she dropped, piecing herself deeply than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her pelvic arch in a red handbill path, her yawp sputtering to a breathless croaking. The delicate newspaper column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a inanimate bit. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her sacking. I lapped up her ejection as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her total trunk shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her waste sidekick and Sister. He trembled in his own transport, and with a whammy, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unlade the last of himself onto my font. I tasted the delightful concoction of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned laying waste of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the Saame, falling into the crook of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their finger's breadth did not find themselves in platonic property. Her hand gently caressed his dig, and his hand trailed fingers through her stamp folds. They stared into each early's heart, a mixture of lustfulness, love, shame and regret tinging their look. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the peak of her sex. Heat radiated from her depth, the olfactory modality 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 electric resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my whisker, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her putrefaction. Her other paw coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his oculus, biting her lower lip. The shame and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the dear that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and corruption .