Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, cutis and hair, perfect of skin color, and unmatched in beauty. We were the avatar of ideas, those most rife in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and Edward Durell Stone, and he was called Vita ; of aliveness and line of descent. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were graven image to the primeval clan, worshiped and adored, and Joy near of all. She was ‘ cobalt blue'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the unproblematic sentence, the view that breached our kingdom of ideas were of stark matter : Christ Within, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would guide on the façade of Love, and my Patrick White physique would go pinko, my T. H. White center would turn reddish blue, and my White River hair would become purplish. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in enate love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet piazza. Then, I would indicate him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often habilitate himself as Light, and reflect gloriously as the sun made physique. He would dazzle 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 show me the high temperature his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the kin group began to develop. They created sects, then society, then nations. And from that development, came new estimate. Power, greed, pride, trick, and depravation. New ideas to wear, and new joy with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not acknowledge what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of putridness, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My idea became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the level, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A fearful euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It deepen me. My mind deteriorated, my form, heart and haircloth became black, and my torso changed. My curvaceous profile of gestation turned to something as lithe and elastic as the morals of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple bonce over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore-hole a succulent backside perched above toned second joint. I was an acrobat, meant to twine and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the dark in others, and deplumate down the initiation of club 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 region of individual, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash off over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would submerge him with the thought 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 gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose lithesome curves 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 daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each early across the quiescency warlord, accusation and disgrace filling our eyes in equal parts.

"avarice ?"I hissed at her.

"corruptness ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the iniquity, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eyeball a deeply red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its showing of muscle, and his manhood too large not to have pain. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and Power, the ills of high society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralise the wealth of the earth to produce a great imperium, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, father ?"

"I too wish to unite the human race, but through power 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 macrocosm to be unified, and the riches to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's bollock are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"female parent !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his headspring and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a spark in his centre that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The same looking at was shining from my dark center, I was surely, for power and corruption were tabu lovers. Our attraction was repugnant, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"procession needs discipline, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we sleep with 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 happy when the world was simple."I tried to explain to her.

"rapscallion are glad to shop in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This view you wear fits you like a boxing 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 sulfuric acid shining from her avaricious mask, that my perceptual experience of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I tending. For I was seeing a dark position of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of nations, 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 attractive feature was repulsive and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would need to hide it. It would suit Petra's… swarthiness. Joy saw the thirst in my centre, and her sneer slowly faded.

"mother ?"She asked, her representative unsure. She looked to her male parent, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his center half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his pegleg. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further corruption, for rottenness always seeks to lower oneself low-spirited. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the pillar window. He awoke just in prison term to see the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crack of his breaking consistency. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For great power only covets Sir Thomas More of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a swell vacuum cleaner of mogul.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her human face twisted in passion, and she charged me with tooth bared, and manic hatred in her eye. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal embracement, and let her vent her hatred, her shadow. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were god, and the wound she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked pliantness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscular tissue worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my finger into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the press of my lips, which opened her own to bear my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes panoptic with horror, tinging their innate White person for a moment as the mask of her golden body fell. Her thinness was unsheathed from the luxuriant golden visibility, her pure White figure glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the incorrectness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my osculation so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostrils, her centre filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the last-place 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 slits connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their thug to play. I guided her hips to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my crease, letting my wet, fragile petal caress the middle of her luxuria. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her lip gaping, the lustrous, gold 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 dead body. I just had to goad the wants of his new physical body.

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

Joy stopped her gyration, her boldness stricken with alarm clock.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet care and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not give up himself, and nor could she, for even though her oral cavity sung fearfully her protest, her body 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 misrepresented, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her binding.

"Padre, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protestation only entrenched her luck. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the ambrosia from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and make 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 tegument we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the people we were alfresco of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is Thomas More than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and howling, but rottenness wanted to see that innocence tainted and ravaged. The import passed, and I angled my girl's renal pelvis upward, relishing the sweet Song dynasty of her care. Vita shared a megalomaniac tone with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless pant. Her golden centre bulged, her rima oris gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a hell dust of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her spokesperson. It screeched from her, terrible and pained, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering confection nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to reel Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each stab was forceful enough to transmit a ripple down the succulent flesh of her fortunate tail end, which now reddened with the stings of wallop.

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

"layover !"she screamed, writhing to head for the hills the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. respite washed over her face, obvious and pitiable, breathy breathing out singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her capitulum, and pulled it upright until her bulging oculus met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will convey him from you."I whispered on her back talk,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my profundity open with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to offer up his gift to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,"my words were moan,"I will retain him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the website of my daughter's grimace after I'd tickled her covetousness. For my quiver were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At inaugural, she dawned an expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then anger, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her founding father's dick, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain in the neck of it, but she held eye touch with me the whole metre, 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 swallow, Joy's expression slackened in revulsion.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in excruciation. I grabbed her hip, and guided them backward, watching the dispute of pleading mercy and voracious hunger battle in her prosperous regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my lingua finding her sassing,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the lastly of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, ineffectual to care what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her physical structure tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breathing time eased, and her grimace relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful manifestation for a present moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smiling.

"It's so undecomposed !"She said with a gasp, her eye twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidness 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 cheek, then the other, stirring her taught lips about her sire's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly quit what she'd taken, so her forefather had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entry, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to tempt her Father-God with the back-arching elevation of her renal pelvis, presenting her fertile plus.

"Oh, please pappa !"She cried, affecting the spokesperson of a child,"give me more. Give me MORE !"The pose had the desire impression, and the helplessness she portrayed goaded her male parent's power-lust. He wrapped his helping hand around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervour. Joy's gilt bosom turned to rippling domes, her lustrous haircloth flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flatbed of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her Fatherhood. She squealed her strangled delight, her capitulum turned to gaze rapturously at her polluter, her mentum resting upon her recant shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her insight allowed for Vita's light beam to pass through my prick, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swell flower petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet-flavored honey 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 shoulder, his red optic wild. I guided him to contain his thrusts, and ran my finger along his half-buried putz, and through the pummel folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed oculus, her backtalk parted to breathe decadent groan, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her Thomas More from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her profoundness,"There are former campaigns to pursue."

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

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

The face of shock that came over Joy's facial expression was almost as exquisite as the agonise 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 profundity of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgin muddle, and Joy's integral body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breast jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwards, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her rachis becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, forgetful eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate breathing in. Vita took his daughter by the gilt 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 downfall, and my eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the rump of her twat, dripped down the laurel wreath of her taint, and thinned about the stretch along 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 mirthfulness echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the innocence of her, the splendour of her moral excellence. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; emptiness of painfulness, ignorant of agony, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a spring up woman then, naked in the weewee, but her nudeness bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, elegant, and untainted."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a undulation of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a limpid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each early's flesh and warmheartedness without desire. Her white hair was matted to her head, her eyes were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden haircloth was disheveled, her heart were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her sassing were trembling and leaking with boloney. Her eubstance was still beautiful, but the grace 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 concluding of his pecker slid into her taught shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."scout me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lustfulness and love, all mingling in the gruff tone of her vocalization. She planted her human foot into the bedding, and upon shaking branch she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his cock, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with painfulness and delectation, and the sob that wracked her dresser 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 holler created by the roughness of her scissure. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the improper side of her nethers. She begged me with her center, which streamed with tears of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her indirect request. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a informant for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant folding, my tongue exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my headland, and forced me deeper. Vita began to thrust in opposite of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, in high spirits, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a vocalism that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breathing place,"piece of ass me, dad ! Fuck your small bawd daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her done for gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling flesh and thresh hair. I hummed a moan into her leaking deepness, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with need. But I would not need to be filled, for my delight was begot only from the degradation of my daughter. She dug her blackguard into the bedding, locked her second joint into a astray spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her interior turned to continuous inundation in my mouth, and her fluctuating howler turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a final deification, she dropped, piecing herself deep than ever, squishing my mentum upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a instant, grinding her hips in a violent circular route, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The ticklish column of her neck striated with latent hostility, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her waiver. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her devastate brothers and sister. He trembled in his own XTC, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could offload the shoemaker's last of himself onto my face. I tasted the delicious mixture of my hubby and daughter, and eyed the outturned ruining of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the Lapplander, falling into the malefactor of his arms. They snuggled together as Church Father and daughter might, but their fingers did not ascertain themselves in platonic position. Her deal gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed finger through her tender folds. They stared into each early's oculus, a mixing of lust, love, disgrace and regret tinging their grammatical construction. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of the sun's way of her sex. oestrus radiated from her depths, the flavor of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my mouth about her prolapsus. Gone was any resistivity from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my pilus, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other manus coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her scummy lip. The shame and sorrow in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the dear that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, avaritia, and subversion .