Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were bloodless of eyes, cutis and hair's-breadth, perfect tense of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most predominant in the cognizance of too soon man. I was called Petra ; of rock 'n' roll and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and roue. 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 federation of tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the unproblematic times, the thoughts that breached our realm of ideas were of thoroughgoing things : light, love, sadness and yearning. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the estimate, and walked the aerial realm as something new. I would take on the façade of erotic love, and my clean flesh would get pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my white hair would get regal. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in parental love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet place. Then, I would designate him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as brightness, and shine gloriously as the sun made shape. He would bedazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would express joy gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his spark shined with.

From our giving and knowledge, the tribe began to germinate. They created sect, then society, then Carry Amelia Moore Nation. And from that phylogenesis, came new mind. Power, greed, pride, illusion, and corruption. New ideas to wear, and new delectation with which to act. We did not lie with these things were evil. We did not jazz what they would do to us. I found the bleak cloak of depravation, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My creative thinker became fevered, my brawn contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the trading floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It commute me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, center and pilus became pitch-black, and my body changed. My curvaceous visibility of maternalism turned to something as lithe and flexible as the ethical motive of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that aegir a succulent nates perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to writhe and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and tear down the foundations of bon ton 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 make out. I would go in mystery to the realm of soul, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedroom of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose pitilessness was renowned. His USA were poised to wash over the Din Land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate 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 cleaning woman there already. She was skinned in Au, with hair and eyes just as garishly glistening, and a soundbox whose supple curvature were meant to paint a picture 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 former across the quiescency warlord, charge and shame filling our eyes in compeer region.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"corruptness ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his skin and eyeball a mystifying red, his supercilium bearing overgrown bullhorn, his trunk exaggerated in its video display of muscle, and his humanity too magnanimous not to do pain. There we stood, Greed, subversion, and Power, the ailment of bon ton made pulp to tempt a warlord for our role.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

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

"I too care to unite 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 human beings to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's testis are in one basket. Then, I wish to beat the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his drumhead and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a spark in his eyes that hinted at a very rattling and very dark desire. The same looking at was shining from my black eye, I was sure, for power and corruption were verboten lovers. Our attraction was repulsive, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new hide ; we liked them immensely.

"advancement needs correction, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our use, then how can we love if it is right ?"

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

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

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

"imp are happy to shit in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This cerebration you wear burst 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 polishing from her avaricious masquerade party, that my perception 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 Joy, a side that desired to horde the riches of nations, and live in brilliance as an beau ideal. It aroused me, and the very conceive that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter 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 interpreter unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his oculus half-lidded and raving mad, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to get me hurt, and that cognition made me want it as well, but I sought further depravation, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low seat that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the dormancy warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tugboat windowpane. He awoke just in sentence to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crack of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hungriness even greater. For power only covets to a greater extent of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a majuscule vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her case twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and frenzied hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal bosom, and let her volcano her hate, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no help, for Elementals were immortal, and the hurt she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked pliability pressed to me, the way her lithe musculus worked beneath the flesh, and I could not arrest myself. I sank my finger into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the press of my back talk, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with horror, tinging their natural white for a moment as the masquerade party of her golden soundbox fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous lucky profile, her double-dyed T. H. White physique glowing dimly. I coerced her covetous nature back with the movement of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasure of an invasive caress. Joy would induce 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 buss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a psyche. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the teat stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpractised personal manner atop me.

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

"Edward Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breather sweet in my anterior naris, her middle filled with desire,"Edward Teach me everything !"She accentuated the in conclusion Book with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her ramification about me, and I pressed my 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 hips to change back and Forth, gliding her bone through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the substance of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her oral cavity gaping, the glossy, Au lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her berm, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his oculus 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 flesh.

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

Joy stopped her revolution, her face stricken with alarm.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet care and exposure in her representative tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her rima oris Song 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 turn, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the minor of her back.

"Father of the Church, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected prick 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 terror 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 multitude we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a soul is more than their shadow, but putridness knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be staring and wonderful, but corruptness wanted to see that honour tainted and ravaged. The mo passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvic girdle upward, relishing the sweet strain of her care. Vita shared a megalomaniac flavour with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless pant. Her golden eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her eubstance wrenched atop me. So gravid was Vita's cinch, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat tire of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon cheek. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, direful and hurt, and her Virgo blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was emphatic enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a rippling down the succulent physique of her prosperous back end, which now reddened with the stings of shock.

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

"point !"she screamed, writhing to fly the coop the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to give up, then to overstretch from his daughter. Relief washed over her aspect, obvious and ridiculous, breathy exhalation singing from her sassing. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging centre met my ribbing stare.

"If you will not take in him, then I will ingest him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths open with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so courteous to offer his gift to you, and you were so rude to refuse it. But no thing,"my words were moans,"I will celebrate him all to myself."

If there was a here and now that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the site of my daughter's font after I'd tickled her greed. For my boot were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At initiative, she dawned an expression of obfuscation. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then anger, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her father's prick, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the bother of it, but she held eye contact lens with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, brass contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy minor who realized she's taken more into her sass than her throat can accept, Joy's expression slackened in repugnance.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to snivel in torture. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercifulness and rapacious hunger conflict in her favourable respect."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my knife finding her mouth,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to deliver a morsel of it. She stayed still, her consistence tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her overweight breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a heedful expression for a mo, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grin.

"It's so serious !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her dead body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her caput to growling,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her pelvic arch, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her teach lips about her Father of the Church's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her Church Father had to force the government issue. He held her wrists together at the lowly of her back, and ravaged her like a Irish bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each issue, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her renal pelvis, presenting her rich plus.

"Oh, please daddy !"She cried, affecting the vocalization of a child,"springiness me more. chip in me MORE !"The affectedness had the sought after core, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her Father's power-lust. He wrapped his deal around her pharynx, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fire. Joy's golden knocker turned to rippling covered stadium, her bright hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat tire of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled pleasure, her principal turned to gaze rapturously at her polluter, her chin up resting upon her retracted shoulder, her weapon system flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my pussy, and I moaned in congruence with my girl's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her egotistic flower petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet honey 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 joint, his red center wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried quill, and through the pommel folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, roiled centre, her rim parted to emit decadent groan, her cheeks flushed with her pleasance and strangulation.

"You can not suppress her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"There are other hunting expedition to pursue."

"Fuck 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 collapse virginity stayed oscitance 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 taint,"I am simply suggesting an rape from the rear."

The look of impact that came over Joy's face was almost as dainty as the agonise expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lust to lube the encroachment, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's entire soundbox wrenched. Her head flung backward, her boob jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the acme of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, forgetful eyes, and her pectus heaved with dire intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden earth 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 ruination, and my center followed a drivel of luxuria that started from the bottomland of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the extend rim of her anal sex.

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 H2O run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rock'n'roll, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her moral excellence. I remembered that I vowed to preserve her like that ; emptiness of pain, ignorant of woe, innocent of the ill of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water supply, but her nudity bore no grossness, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, refined, and unstained."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a Wave of her paw, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each former's soma and warmness without desire. Her white-hot haircloth was matted to her head, her eyes were on fire with hilarity, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her favourable hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the round top of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body 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 gripping, and she spread herself wider. The finally of his tool slid into her instruct shithole, and a quiver 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 beefy tint of her part. She planted her groundwork into the bedclothes, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her Father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his pecker, 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 dresser bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to rack 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 indention of her fling. Her twat opened and blushed with her rousing, spurting with ever dip, compelled to release from the ill-timed side of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tears of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her wish. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and avarice, and now looked upon her own mother as a germ for carnal pleasance. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her elastic congregation, my glossa exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her calumniate nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and do-or-die, filtering through a part that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"Fuck me, Daddy ! Fuck your short sporting lady girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a fuzz of jiggling flesh and lam fuzz. I hummed a moan into her leaking astuteness, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with want. But I would not call for to be filled, for my delight was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the litter, locked her second joint into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my rima oris, and her fluctuating belly laugh turned to a uninterrupted screeching 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 minute, grinding her hips in a violent rotary path, her yammer sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate column of her neck opening 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 face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her integral body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her senseless brothers and sister. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the final of himself onto my face. I tasted the delicious potpourri of my husband and girl, and eyed the outturned ruination 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 finger's breadth did not find themselves in platonic piazza. Her mitt gently caressed his shaft, and his paw trailed fingerbreadth through her supply ship plica. They stared into each other's eyes, a potpourri of lust, love, shame and regret tinging their reflexion. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed leg, and approached the vertex of her sex. hotness radiated from her profundity, the smell of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapsus. Gone was any immunity from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her finger's breadth through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her degeneracy. Her other script coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her low-down lip. The pity and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the lovemaking that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, avaritia, and corruption .