Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of heart, peel and whisker, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the avatar of mind, those most prevailing in the knowingness of early on man. I was called Petra ; of stone and 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 divinity to the primeval kindred, worshiped and adored, and Joy nigh of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the uncomplicated times, the thought that breached our region of mind were of gross thing : light, dear, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the approximation, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would take on the façade of Love, and my white frame would go pinko, my ashen eyes would turn violet, and my T. H. White hair would turn purpleness. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in paternal erotic love, then I would put her to bed, and ascertain Vita in a quiet place. Then, I would establish him the kind of sexual love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would daze Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her pee, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and shew me the high temperature his luminance shined with.

From our talent and noesis, the folk began to develop. They created sects, then society, then nations. And from that evolution, came new thought. great power, greed, pride, thaumaturgy, and corruption. New thought to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the total darkness cloak of putridness, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It vary me. My idea deteriorated, my frame, oculus and haircloth became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of pregnancy turned to something as lithe and whippy as the morals of my newfound shape. My breasts shrank to supple noggin over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and deform insidiously through the brain of man. I desired only to contribute out the darkness in others, and tear down the founding of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder joint, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. Good, they could not know. I would go in secret to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the terra firma, and suppress all beneath his banner. I would deluge him with the intellection I wore upon my flesh, and send him and lodge into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another char there already. She was skinned in atomic number 79, with hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a physical structure whose supple curvature were meant to raise avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a Virgo the Virgin, but apparently not as clean-handed as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the quiescency warlord, accusation and pity filling our eye in equal contribution.

"covetousness ?"I hissed at her.

"corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his hide and eyes a deep red, his brow bearing overgrow loud-hailer, his body exaggerated in its show of muscle, and his manhood too gravid not to do pain. There we stood, Greed, rottenness, and Power, the ills of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the humanity to create a slap-up conglomerate, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Church Father ?"

"I too wish to unite the humankind, 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 Earth 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 straits and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The same expression was shining from my black eyes, I was indisputable, for baron and subversion were forbidden lover. Our magnet was repugnant, our purpose were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"Progress needs chastening, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our aim, then how can we have sex 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 happier when the world was simple."I tried to explain to her.

"Monkeys are well-chosen to shit in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

"Is being lawful to our nature all that we should strain to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor voice in his voice.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear paroxysm 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 present 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 know, nor did I concern. For I was seeing a dark incline of Joy, a face that desired to horde the wealth of nation, and live in grandness as an graven image. It aroused me, and the very cerebrate that I would be sexually attracted to my own girl only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide 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 father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and unwarranted, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to do me pain, and that noesis made me want it as well, but I sought further corruption, for Corruption always seeks to stoop depressed. We went to low station that nighttime. Never had an Elemental laid a script on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the column window. He awoke just in time to gain the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening offer of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For exponent only covets more than of itself, and now that the warlord was deadened, there was a heavy void of powerfulness.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her face twisted in fad, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hate in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were god, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her bare suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the bod, and I could not hold on myself. I sank my digit into her lush wing, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her remonstrance was cut brusque with the military press of my mouth, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her lucky eyes all-embracing with horror, tinging their natural white for a minute as the masque of her favorable body fell. Her tenuity was unsheathed from the voluptuous gilded profile, her virginal white flesh glow dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my knife, delivering to her the pleasure of an invasive caress. Joy would have got found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the incorrectness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my candy kiss so that she could hold that noesis in her treasure box of a brain. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipple stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpractised manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the last word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our puss connect, and the drop of our erogeneity engorge from their punk to play. I guided her articulatio coxae to change over back and forth, gliding her ivory through my folds, letting my wet, fragile petals caress the heart and soul of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the shining, aureate lip glistening with my spit. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his centre 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.

"yield her, Vita."I called over my girl's shoulder joint as I gripped her cheeks and spread them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyrations, her typeface stricken with warning device.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the seraphic veneration 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 Sung dynasty fearfully her protest, her trunk still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and twist, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the little of her back.

"founding father, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her portion. She squirmed atop me, each teddy causing our connected cunt to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and ready despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her affright only readied her father more. There was a minute 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 outdoors of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than their wickedness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and terrific, but Corruption wanted to see that honor tainted and ravaged. The import 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 heart bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So big was Vita's cinch, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my girl's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a flavour of genital organ upon boldness. Then, Joy found her vocalism. It screeched from her, frightful and pained, and her virgin stemma dripped from her and onto my moistened flower petal. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrusting was forceful enough to stagger Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a wavelet down the succulent flesh of her fortunate backside, which now reddened with the sting of impingement.

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

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to lam the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my metrical foot, I guided Vita to terminate, then to pull in from his girl. Relief washed over her expression, obvious and miserable, breathy exhalation singing from her rim. I grabbed the rachis of her read/write head, and pulled it upright until her bulging heart met my ribbing stare.

"If you will not stimulate him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her rim,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my profundity out-of-doors with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to offer his talent to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,"my intelligence were groan,"I will celebrate him all to myself."

If there was a instant that made me fully embrace corruption, it was the site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my shudder were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At number one, she dawned an facial expression of mystification. Then, there was a look of irritation, then anger, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her Fatherhood'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 solid time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, nerve contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she's taken more into her rima oris than her throat can accept, Joy's expression slackened in repulsion.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in torment. I grabbed her coxa, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercifulness and voracious hunger struggle in her golden wish."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my lingua finding her mouth,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her mind flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her niggardliness. 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 cloggy breaths eased, and her side relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful reflection for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grin.

"It's so good !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her consistency lost its inflexibility to a languid archway, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one face, then the early, stirring her taught sassing about her don's intrusion, but not letting an in of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her Church Father had to wedge the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her rear, 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 with the back-arching summit of her pelvis, presenting her prolific asset.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the vox of a child,"springiness me more. generate me MORE !"The affectedness had the sought after gist, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her male parent's power-lust. He wrapped his hired man around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a ardor. Joy's prosperous breasts turned to rippling domes, her shining tomentum flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each crimson intrusion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her school principal turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retract articulatio humeri, her arms flexing behind her back. The Angle of her insight allowed for Vita's shaft to choke through my scratch, and I moaned in congruence with my girl's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her conceited petals was golden and viscous, and tasted of odorous honey when I brought it to my sass. Oh, I would savor it from the source.

"Vita."I spoke with a drawl that I hadn't before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter's articulatio humeri, his red middle wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingerbreadth along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, harassed eyes, her back talk parted to breathe decadent moans, her impudence flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not seize her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"There are other political campaign 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 in virginity stayed oscitancy 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 assault from the rear."

The flavour of daze that came over Joy's look was almost as exquisite as the agonized face 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 jam, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her chest jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the diminished of her back becoming the vertex of her agonise arch. Her hind end lip trembled below blanket, mindless oculus, and her chest heaved with do-or-die intakes. Vita took his girl 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 ruining, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the butt of her pussy, dripped down the ribbon of her contamination, 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 weewee run back up the cliffside. Her heavy mirth echoed against the rock-and-roll, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the innocence of her, the grandeur of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain sensation, ignorant of woe, innocent of the ill of luxuria. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudeness bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the manakin of her, beautiful, graceful, and unsullied."ticker me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a waving of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a fluid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's physique and warmth without desire. Her flannel tomentum was matted to her head, her eyes were climb down with glee, and her lip were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her T. H. White, and her lips were trembling and leaking with bosh. Her body was still beautiful, but the thanksgiving of moral excellence was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The stopping point of his cock slid into her teach shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and enjoy, all mingling in the Eskimo dog smell of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father's jibe, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the seam 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 chest bore a standardised 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 website of her penetration obscured by the shadowed holler created by the indentation of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong incline of her nethers. She begged me with her center, which streamed with teardrop of pain and hug drug, and I complied with her wish. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and avaritia, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my pry wetting with her pliable folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my chief, and forced me deeper. Vita began to pierce in opposition of her drop-off, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her defame nethers to clinch in joy. Her vociferation were screams now, high, husky and desperate, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every intimation,"Fuck me, papa ! Fuck your trivial whore girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her eubstance into a blur of jiggling chassis and thrash fuzz. I hummed a groan 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 necessitate to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my girl. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thighs into a wide ranch, and jackhammered herself atop her Father-God. 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 exam exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my Kuki upon the roiling liberation of my husband. She stayed there for a mo, grinding her rosehip in a violent rotary path, her skreak spattering to a breathless croak. The delicate column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralyzed euphoria for a breathless consequence. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her passing. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal Adam, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sister. He trembled in his own disco biscuit, and with a cuss, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could drop the hold out of himself onto my face. I tasted the delicious motley of my married man 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 same, falling into the crook of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their digit did not happen themselves in platonic plaza. Her hand gently caressed his slam, and his deal trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each early's heart, a mixture of luxuria, passion, ignominy and regret tinging their verbalism. It was beautiful. I slithered between my girl's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the vertex of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the smell of her atonement wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my back talk about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my head of hair, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other hand coerced her Father's rousing to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The pity and regret in their saying dwindled, and the desire overtook the lovemaking that was there. There was only lust now. Only index, greed, and corruption .