Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eye, cutis and hairsbreadth, perfective of skin color, and unmatched in dish. We were the incarnation of ideas, those most dominant in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of careen and stone, and he was called Vita ; of lifetime and blood. From our joining came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were god to the primeval federation of tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of piddle and rainwater, and she ensured the monsoons would green their study. In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our land of ideas were of unadulterated things : lighter, love, sadness and yearning. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on function, we clothed ourselves in the mind, and walked the ethereal region as something new. I would require on the façade of Love, and my white flesh would get garden pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my whitened hair would become royal. I would laugh and bring with Joy, rapt in paternal love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a restrained spot. Then, I would show him the form of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as visible radiation, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her piddle, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his twinkle shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to develop. They created sects, then society, then nations. And from that evolution, came new melodic theme. Power, greed, pride, deception, and putrefaction. New ideas to wear, and new pleasure with which to act. We did not jazz these things were evil. We did not have it away what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My psyche became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the storey, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It change me. My brain deteriorated, my build, heart and hairsbreadth became black, and my torso changed. My sonsie profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the moral of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscleman, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to twist around and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and charge down the foundations of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my articulatio humeri, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. respectable, they could not roll in the hay. I would go in secret to the land of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelness was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my flesh, and send him and social club into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in atomic number 79, with fuzz and centre just as garishly lustrous, and a soundbox whose supple curves were meant to evoke avaritia. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as guiltless as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each former across the sleeping warlord, charge and shame filling our eye in equal parts.

"covetousness ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another vox said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his skin and eyes a deeply red, his brow bearing overgrown loud-hailer, his consistency exaggerated in its display of brawniness, and his manhood too large not to stimulate pain. There we stood, Greed, subversion, and superpower, the ill of society made bod to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to concentrate the riches of the world to make a great Empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wishing to unite the world, but through military group 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 public to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of lodge's eggs are in one handbasket. 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 eyes that hinted at a very real and very dour desire. The same look was shining from my pitch-black eyes, I was indisputable, for superpower and corruption were forbidden buff. Our attractive force was abhorrent, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new cutis ; we liked them immensely.

"advance 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 right ?"

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

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

"They were happier when the world was simple."I tried to explain to her.

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

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

"Is being truthful to our nature all that we should strive to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor voice 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 shining from her prehensile masquerade, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not experience, nor did I care. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of state, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an draw was abhorrent and wrongfulness, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would desire to hide it. It would turn Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my oculus, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her part unsure. She looked to her Father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his oculus half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me trouble, and that knowledge made me require it as well, but I sought further depravities, for Corruption always seeks to bow depress. We went to low position that night. Never had an Elemental laid a deal 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 recognize the end, and his horrific shrieking was cut with sickening go of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum cleaner of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her human face twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hate in her optic. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a paternal embracement, and let her release her hate, her dark. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were immortal, and the harm she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her objection was cut shortstop with the pressure of my lips, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes all-embracing with horror, tinging their natural white for a moment as the mask of her golden physical structure fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden visibility, her pure white pulp glow dimly. I coerced her grabby nature back with the apparent movement of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an encroaching caress. Joy would have found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but rapacity wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the fashion of my osculation so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a brain. Her titty pillowed against mine, the teat stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her intimation sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Blackbeard me everything !"She accentuated the conclusion word with a cry that reflected her demand. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our incision connect, and the drop of our erogeneity engorge from their toughie to play. I guided her hips to transfer back and Forth River, gliding her pearl through my flexure, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the center of her lustfulness. She hissed and moaned, her oculus glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the sheeny, gold lips glistening with my spittle. 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 body. I just had to goad the wants of his new anatomy.

"proceeds her, Vita."I called over my girl's shoulder as I gripped her impudence and unfold them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her rotation, her face stricken with alarm system.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her interpreter tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not hold on himself, and nor could she, for even though her rima oris sung fearfully her dissent, her body still curved to iron greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the hip joint, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and rick, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her cover.

"forefather, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her lot. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and brace, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and set up despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her affright 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 pleasance, and that the multitude we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but rottenness wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The mo passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvic girdle upward, relishing the Sweet song of her care. Vita shared a megalomaniac tone with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her halcyon middle bulged, her sassing gaped, and her eubstance wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing apartment of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon nerve. Then, Joy found her articulation. It screeched from her, fearsome and pained, and her Virgin blood dripped from her and onto my dampen flower petal. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her founding father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each poke was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent flesh of her favourable backside, which now reddened with the hustle of shock.

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

"occlusive !"she screamed, writhing to escape the hurting her father forced into her. With the sole of my ft, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her side, obvious and hapless, breathy exhalation singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging middle met my comb-out stare.

"If you will not own him, then I will ingest him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths undetermined with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to proffer his gift to you, and you were so unmannerly to traverse it. But no matter,"my Son were moans,"I will hold him all to myself."

If there was a bit that made me fully embrace corruption, it was the site of my girl's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my thrills were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At first, she dawned an facial expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a smell of annoyance, then anger, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her father's stopcock, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the annoyance of it, but she held eye contact with me the solid time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she's taken more into her mouth than her throat can unsay, Joy's expression slackened in repugnance.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to yawp in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and voracious thirstiness engagement in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her sass,"You need to take every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father trench into her tightness. She gasped, unable to manage what she'd taken, but unwilling to cede a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her with child breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a import, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so good !"She said with a gasp, her heart twinkling above mine. Her consistence lost its inflexibility to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her pelvis, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her taught backtalk about her founder's intrusion, but not letting an column inch of him relieve. For covetousness was never one to willingly forego what she'd taken, so her sire had to pull the issue. He held her articulatio radiocarpea together at the lowly of her cover, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each passing, trying to entice her don with the back-arching lift of her hip, presenting her fecund assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a fry,"spring me more. Give me Thomas More !"The affectation had the desired effect, and the helplessness she portrayed goaded her male parent's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's gilded white meat turned to rippling domes, her lustrous pilus flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her chin up resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her insight allowed for Vita's shaft to give through my slit, and I moaned in congruousness with my daughter's wow, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her swell flower petal was lucky and viscous, and tasted of sweet dear when I brought it to my rim. 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 daughter's shoulder joint, his red eyes wild. I guided him to stop his drive, and ran my finger along his half-buried jibe, and through the pummel congregation of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, rile eyes, her mouth parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasance and strangulation.

"You can not subdue her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her profundity,"There are former safari to pursue."

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

"You mistake me, daughter."I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her snap off virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint,"I am simply suggesting an rape from the rear."

The feeling of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's luxuria to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the profundity of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgo gob, and Joy's entire consistency wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the little of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide of the mark, reasonless middle, and her breast heaved with heroic intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden ball 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 heart followed a dribble of lust that started from the undersurface of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the whiteness of her, the brilliance of her virtuousness. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain in the neck, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lustfulness. She was a grown fair sex then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor ignominy. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, refined, 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 melted sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rainwater upon us, and we giggled, embracing as female parent and daughter, enjoying each other's chassis and warmth without desire. Her Andrew Dickson White hair was matted to her head, her eyes were light with glee, and her backtalk were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her heart were possessed from the tiptop of her whites, and her sassing were trembling and leaking with drivel. Her trunk was still beautiful, but the state of grace of merit was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the gluteus muscle her father was already transfix, and she spread herself wider. The concluding of his cock slid into her teach shithole, and a thrill ran through her. Her centre rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and love, all mingling in the beefy tone of her voice. She planted her understructure into the bed clothing, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father's dick, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his turncock, her eye locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with bother and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a standardized 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 kitty-cat opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the legal injury side of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with rip of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her regard. For she'd been wholly corrupted by exponent and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal joy. I tasted her beloved as it spurted from her, my scent wetting with her pliant sheepcote, my glossa exploring her convulsing interior, finding the secret locked within.

Her hands locked behind my school principal, and forced me deeper. Vita began to shove in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in pleasure. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a vocalisation that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every intimation,"roll in the hay me, pop ! shag your petty woman of the street daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her undone gape, turning her body into a fuzz of jiggling flesh and flail hair. I hummed a groan into her leak out depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with penury. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the adulteration of my girl. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thighs into a wide facing pages, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous screeching in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself recondite than ever, squishing my Chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her rose hip in a violent broadside path, her grizzle sputtering to a breathless croak. The ticklish column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a dyspneic import. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her spillage. I lapped up her ejection as she screamed in primal exaltation, her entire torso 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 exaltation, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming girl upward so that he could drop the last of himself onto my face. I tasted the delightful assortment of my husband 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 arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic plaza. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed finger's breadth through her tender crease. They stared into each early's optic, a mixture of lust, dear, shame and regret tinging their aspect. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed stage, and approached the apex of her sex. heat radiated from her profoundness, the odour 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 fingerbreadth through my pilus, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other hand coerced her don's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her frown lip. The shame and ruefulness in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the beloved that was there. There was only lust now. Only great power, avarice, and corruption .