Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were Stanford White of eyes, skin and hair, perfect of skin color, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of estimate, those most prevalent in the cognizance of other man. I was called Petra ; of rock and roll and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and lineage. 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 tribe, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of urine and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the simple prison term, the intellection that breached our realm of ideas were of pure things : light, love, unhappiness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on social function, we clothed ourselves in the theme, and walked the gossamer kingdom as something new. I would take in on the façade of love life, and my white flesh would become pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my white hairsbreadth would get purple. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a calm down place. Then, I would show him the kind of beloved I felt for him. Vita would often garment himself as igniter, and beam gloriously as the sun made pulp. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her weewee, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his brightness shined with.

From our talent and knowledge, the federation of tribes began to evolve. They created sects, then guild, then nations. And from that evolution, came new ideas. tycoon, rapacity, pride, deceit, and corruption. New ideas to wear out, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not sleep together what they would do to us. I found the pitch blackness cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscular tissue contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphory, something wrong and perverted, but irresistible. It change me. My thinker deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and pilus became calamitous, and my body changed. My well-endowed visibility of motherliness turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My tit shrank to supple noggin over a belly lined with muscleman, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to turn and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the wickedness in others, and pull down the foundations of smart set 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 somebody, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose mercilessness was renowned. His armies were poised to moisten over the commonwealth, and conquer all beneath his streamer. I would swamp him with the thought I wore upon my material body, and send him and beau monde into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another charwoman there already. She was skinned in atomic number 79, with hair and middle just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose slender curve ball were meant to evoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as innocent as I had thought. I recognized my girl immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and disgrace filling our eyes in equal parts.

"rapacity ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his skin and eyes a deep red, his forehead bearing overgrown loud hailer, his consistence exaggerated in its presentation of muscle, and his manhood too bombastic not to get pain in the neck. There we stood, rapacity, Corruption, and exponent, the ills of society made flesh to entice a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralise the wealth of the worldly concern to create a great empire, and merge all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, founder ?"

"I too wish well to combine 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 humankind to be unified, and the wealthiness to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"female parent !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his heading and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a flicker in his eyes that hinted at a very really and very dark desire. The same look was shining from my black heart, I was sure, for power and corruption were forbidden fan. Our attractive feature was obscene, our design were abhorrent, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"forward motion needs correction, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we have a go at it if it is right ?"

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

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

"They were well-chosen when the globe 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 to our nature all that we should strain to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This persuasion you wear conniption 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 shining from her avaricious mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not get laid, nor did I guardianship. For I was seeing a dark side of meat of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealthiness of nations, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very recall that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an magnet was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would get Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hungriness in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her Fatherhood, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his foreplay stirring between his leg. I could see that he wanted to cause me hurt, and that cognition made me want it as well, but I sought encourage turpitude, for rottenness always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low property that night. Never had an Elemental laid a deal on one of our parents, but that nighttime, I did. I took the quiescence warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower windowpane. He awoke just in time to agnize the end, and his horrific thigh-slapper was cut with sickening crack of his breaking consistence. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hungriness even greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her face twisted in furore, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hatred in her oculus. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my munition about her in a parental embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no help, for Elementals were immortal, and the injury she dealt healed instantly. I felt her nude pliantness pressed to me, the way her lithe heftiness worked beneath the pulp, and I could not lay off myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her protest was cut shortstop with the press of my lips, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with repulsion, tinging their raw White person for a moment as the mask of her lucky body fell. Her slimness was unsheathed from the sybaritic golden profile, her pure white flesh glow dimly. I coerced her grabby nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an trespassing caress. Joy would have found the ordeal traumatic, but avarice wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the inappropriateness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my buss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a creative thinker. Her tit pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostril, her middle filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the last parole with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my os pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the astragal of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her pelvic girdle to budge back and forth, gliding her drop through my folds, letting my wet, ticklish petals caress the heart of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her centre glazing and lidding with hedonism, her oral fissure gaping, the lustrous, golden brim glistening with my spit. I looked over her berm, 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 flesh.

"Take her, Vita."I called over my daughter's berm as I gripped her impudence and overspread them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her rotation, her boldness 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 kibosh himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the rosehip, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small-scale of her back.

"male parent, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mix 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 peel we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser delight, and that the people we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a mortal is Sir Thomas More than their iniquity, but putrescence knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be double-dyed and howling, but corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sugariness 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 oculus bulged, her oral cavity gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So capital was Vita's girth, that I could finger his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of private parts upon impertinence. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, direful and pained, and her virgin origin dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her forefather 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 thrusting was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent flesh of her aureate rear end, which now reddened with the con game of impact.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with ship's boat fingers,"It will feel so right, I promise you. Just use up him in, baby-girl."

"plosive !"she screamed, writhing to lam the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. easing washed over her typeface, obvious and pathetic, breathy breathing out singing from her back talk. I grabbed the back of her brain, and pulled it upright until her bulging oculus met my tantalization stare.

"If you will not have 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 depths receptive with every inch he pushed inside,"Your founder was so benignant to offer his gift to you, and you were so ill-bred to deny it. But no subject,"my words were moan,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a instant that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the internet 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 present moment. At first, she dawned an expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of aggravator, then anger, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her father's hammer, tore it painfully from my deepness, then pierced her own. She cried out with the painful sensation of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole clock time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the difference of opinion of pleading clemency and rapacious hunger struggle in her golden respect."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her sass,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the close of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her eubstance tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her enceinte breathing place eased, and her font relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful look for a here and now, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grinning.

"It's so good !"She said with a pant, her centre twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely effete !"And with that, she rolled her hip joint, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her instruct sassing about her father's encroachment, but not letting an inch of him spare. For Greed was never one to willingly dispense with what she'd taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the humble of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each outlet, trying to entice her Father of the Church with the back-arching superlative of her pelvis, presenting her rich assets.

"Oh, please pop !"She cried, affecting the vocalisation of a child,"Give me more. throw me to a greater extent !"The pose had the desired effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her erect, and choked her as he heaved with a fervour. Joy's lucky breasts turned to rippling dome, her glistening tomentum flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flatbed of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled joy, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her incursion allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my dent, and I moaned in congruousness with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her well flower petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet dear 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 eyes wild. I guided him to arrest his thrusts, and ran my finger's breadth along his half-buried beam, and through the pummeled crimp of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, chafe centre, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

"Fuck you, you old gripe !"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 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 exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lust to lube the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgo the Virgin hole, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her pass flung backward, her knocker jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted down, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her vertebral column becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her posterior lip trembled below broad, mindless eye, and her chest of drawers heaved with desperate intakes. 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 ruination, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the rear of her prick, dripped down the thread of her taint, and thinned about the stretch rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory board came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water supply run back up the cliffside. Her heavy gleefulness echoed against the tilt, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, inexperienced person of the ills of lust. She was a grown adult female then, naked in the water, but her nudeness bore no commonness, nor shame. It was simply the pattern of her, beautiful, refined, and untarnished."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hired hand, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid carving of me in the sky. She let the water pelting upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and girl, enjoying each other's flesh and warmth without desire. Her lily-white hair was matted to her head, her middle were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her prosperous haircloth was disheveled, her centre were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her back talk were trembling and leaking with tommyrot. Her organic structure was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already transfix, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her taught shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."spotter me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and avaritia, lust and make love, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She planted her foot into the bedding, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her father's lance, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his cock, her optic locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with hurting and joy, and the sob that wracked her thorax 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 whirl. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever cliff, compelled to release from the wrong side of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tears of annoyance and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal joy. I tasted her dear as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant flexure, my glossa exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to squeeze in enemy of her drop-off, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impingement coercing her sully nethers to clench in pleasure. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breather,"roll in the hay me, papa ! piece of tail your slight sporting lady daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her physical structure into a blur of jiggling frame and lam hair's-breadth. I hummed a moan into her leak out deepness, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with pauperism. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasance was begot only from the debasement of my girl. She dug her cad into the bedding, locked her thighs into a wide ranch, and jackhammered herself atop her founder. The spurting of her inside turned to continuous alluvion in my oral cavity, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous scream in hers. With a final apotheosis, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sacque of my married man. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent flyer path, her whine sputter to a breathless croaking. The delicate editorial of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytical euphoria for a pulseless instant. Then she came, and my grimace was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in cardinal cristal, her entire organic structure shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted buddy and babe. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming girl upward so that he could unlade the live of himself onto my human face. I tasted the delicious mixture 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 like, falling into the turn of his sleeve. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their digit did not find themselves in Platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his beam of light, and his hand trailed fingers through her pinnace folds. They stared into each early's optic, a mixture of lecherousness, love, disgrace 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. heating radiated from her profoundness, the olfactory sensation of her satisfaction wafted into my anterior naris. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lip about her prolapse. Gone was any resistor from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her digit through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her turpitude. Her other hand coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her let down lip. The shame and regret in their formulation dwindled, and the desire overtook the dear that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and rottenness .