Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eye, skin and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of tilt and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our connection came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were gods to the primeval folk, worshiped and adored, and Joy near of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of body of water and pelting, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the simple times, the sentiment that breached our region of ideas were of utter thing : igniter, love, 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 making love, and my tweed flesh would become pink, my ashen eyes would suit violet, and my white hair would become purple. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal passion, then I would put her to bed, and line up Vita in a quiet place. Then, I would show him the kind of dearest I felt for him. Vita would often apparel himself as light source, and beam gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her H2O, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his lighter shined with.

From our gift and knowledge, the tribes began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then nations. And from that phylogeny, came new ideas. magnate, greed, pride, thaumaturgy, and depravity. New ideas to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not bed what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of putrescence, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My judgment became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the storey, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A awful euphory, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It switch me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hairsbreadth became bootleg, and my body changed. My bosomy visibility of maternity turned to something as lithe and whippy as the morals of my newfound bod. My titty shrank to supple bean over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that dullard a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the head of man. I desired only to bring out the iniquity in others, and deplumate down the innovation of company that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. well, they could not know. I would go in secret to the land of somebody, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchamber of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose ruthlessness was renowned. His Army were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the idea I wore upon my flesh, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another fair sex there already. She was skinned in Au, with hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple curve were meant to invoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a 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 sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our eye in equal parts.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another interpreter said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his cutis and eyes a deep red, his brow bearing overgrown loud-hailer, his consistency exaggerated in its video display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to stimulate pain. There we stood, avaritia, Corruption, and Power, the ill of company made pulp to influence a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealthiness of the world to create a great empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to unify the world, but through violence 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 riches to be centralized. I wish this so that all of bon ton's nut are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his promontory 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 looking was shining from my black eye, I was sure, for power and corruptness were forbidden lovers. Our attractor was detestable, our purpose were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new peel ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

"She thinks we betrayed mankind farseeing 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 happy to shit in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

"Is being true to our nature all that we should strive to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his representative.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This persuasion you wear paroxysm 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 invective shining from her covetous mask, that my sensing of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not bonk, nor did I tending. For I was seeing a dark side of meat of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendor as an god. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and wrongly, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would go Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her leer slowly faded.

"mother ?"She asked, her part unsure. She looked to her Father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and state of nature, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought farther putrefaction, for degeneracy always seeks to bow lower. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a mitt 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 quip of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For power only covets to a greater extent of itself, and now that the warlord was deadened, there was a great vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her side twisted in madness, and she charged me with teeth bared, and frenzied hatred in her centre. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my branch about her in a maternal embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were god, and the accidental injury she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked lissomeness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the shape, and I could not block up myself. I sank my finger into her lush wing, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut curt with the press of my mouth, which opened her own to deliver my natural language. She stared at me, her golden eye wide with repugnance, tinging their natural T. H. White for a instant as the masquerade party of her golden body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the well-endowed fortunate visibility, her consummate Edward Douglas White Jr. anatomy glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my lingua, 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 ways of my kiss so that she could prevent that knowledge in her hoarded wealth box of a brain. Her boob pillowed against mine, the teat stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed style atop me.

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

"Edward Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the lowest watchword with a cry that reflected her pauperism. She spread her stage about me, and I pressed my os pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the beading of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to budge back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, fragile flower petal caress the shopping center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her oculus glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, Au 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 consistence. I just had to goad the wants of his new human body.

"Take her, Vita."I called over my daughter's articulatio humeri as I gripped her cheeks and spread them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyration, her face stricken with alarum.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the gratifying fear and vulnerability in her vocalism tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not halt himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protestation, her body still curved to conjure greedily to mine. It was only when her Fatherhood grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to stand firm. She thrashed and twine, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the pocket-sized of her back.

"founder, 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 stir, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to commix 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 pleasures, and that the masses we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than their darkness, but subversion knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but putridness wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter's renal pelvis upward, relishing the confection song of her concern. Vita shared a megalomaniac aspect with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her dead body wrenched atop me. So groovy was Vita's cinch, that I could palpate his jut through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a scag of crotch upon impertinence. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and pained, and her Virgo blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petal. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering fresh nil into her ear as her founder pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to swag Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each stab was forceful enough to send a wavelet down the succulent flesh of her golden backside, which now reddened with the stings of shock.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with attender fingers,"It will sense so safe, I promise you. Just take him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to lam the pain her father forced into her. With the fillet of sole of my base, I guided Vita to cease, then to attract from his daughter. backup washed over her face, obvious and pitiable, breathy exhalation singing from her mouth. I grabbed the rear of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my tantalization stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will consider him from you."I whispered on her backtalk,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths open with every column inch he pushed inside,"Your Fatherhood was so benignant to offer his gift to you, and you were so bounderish to refuse it. But no matter,"my wrangle were groan,"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 of all, she dawned an expression of bemusement. Then, there was a look of aggravator, then anger, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her father's cock, tore it painfully from my depth, then pierced her own. She cried out with the bother of it, but she held eye contact with me the unhurt time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy tiddler who realized she's taken more into her oral fissure than her throat can swallow, Joy's facial expression slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in torture. I grabbed her pelvis, and guided them backward, watching the battle of pleading mercifulness and esurient hunger struggle in her golden regard."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 mind flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her begetter deep into her minginess. She gasped, unable to do by what she'd taken, but unwilling to deliver a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breathing place eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a serious-minded grammatical construction for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so good !"She said with a gasp, her middle twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her point to growling,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hip, lifting one cheek, then the early, stirring her taught sassing about her don's invasion, but not letting an inch of him devoid. For greed was never one to willingly give up what she'd taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a copper. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each way out, trying to lure her father with the back-arching EL of her renal pelvis, presenting her prolific assets.

"Oh, please pappa !"She cried, affecting the part of a baby,"springiness me more. Give me to a greater extent !"The affectation had the desired core, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his manus around her throat, wrenched her erect, and choked her as he heaved with a fire. Joy's golden titty turned to rippling domed stadium, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the apartment of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her founder. She squealed her strangled delight, her psyche turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The slant of her penetration allowed for Vita's quill to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's thigh-slapper, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her well petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweetened dear when I brought it to my sassing. 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 articulatio humeri, his red eyes wild. I guided him to bar his thrusts, and ran my finger along his half-buried jibe, and through the pummeled congregation of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, gravel eyes, her backtalk parted to rest decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

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

"You mistake me, daughter."I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her offend 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 dampish contamination,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The spirit of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonise expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lust to lubricate the encroachment, but there was no preparing her for the profundity of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her foreland flung backward, her bosom jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwards, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized archway. Her rear end lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with dire inspiration. Vita took his daughter by the gold globes of her wing, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her wrecking, and my eyes followed a drivel of lust that started from the bottom of her scratch, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the adulterate rim of her buggery.

An unbidden memory board came to me in that moment. It was a retentiveness of Joy laughing gayly from beside a falls as she made the pee run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the genius of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to hold on her like that ; vacuum of pain in the ass, ignorant of woe, innocent of the complaint of lust. She was a arise char then, naked in the water, but her nakedness bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, refined, and untainted."ticker me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a melted sculpture of me in the sky. She let the weewee rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and warmth without desire. Her Edward White hair was matted to her head, her eyes were perch with glee, and her back talk were creased with joy.

Her gold whisker was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the elevation of her Edward D. White, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the good will of virtue 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 last of his turncock slid into her learn shithole, and a thrill ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and love, all mingling in the husky spirit of her part. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking wooden leg she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crimp of his turncock, her optic 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 dresser bore a similar dichotomy. And though it seemed to excruciate 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 insight obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indenture of her fling. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever free fall, compelled to secrete from the wrong side of her nethers. She begged me with her middle, which streamed with teardrop of pain and X, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and rapacity, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her waxy plica, my lingua exploring her convulsing interior, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my question, and forced me thick. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her dip, causing them to clash in a ripple of smacking figure, each shock coercing her taint nethers to clench in delight. Her battle cry were screams now, high, husky and do-or-die, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breathing time,"screw me, pappa ! nookie your short cyprian daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her consistence into a fuzz of jiggling flesh and flailing whisker. I hummed a groan into her leaking 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 joy was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her bounder into the bedding, locked her thigh into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her Father of the Church. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my sass, and her fluctuating scream turned to a uninterrupted shriek in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent broadside itinerary, her whine 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 breathless moment. Then she came, and my font was drenched with her acquittance. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in central ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and Sister. He trembled in his own go, 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 toothsome variety of my hubby and girl, 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 Padre and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic berth. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each other's centre, a mixture of lust, love, shame and rue tinging their look. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the acme of her sex. estrus radiated from her deepness, the flavor of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my sassing about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other deal coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The shame and regret in their verbalism dwindled, and the desire overtook the beloved that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, avarice, and corruption .