Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, skin and tomentum, perfect tense of complexion, and unmatched in ravisher. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most dominant in the awareness of early man. I was called Petra ; of Rock and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our connexion came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were immortal to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy well-nigh of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of body of water and rainwater, and she ensured the monsoons would green their sphere. In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our region of ideas were of pure thing : light, love, sorrow 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 aery realm as something new. I would charter on the façade of erotic love, and my white flesh would get pink, my white eyes would suit violet, and my E. B. White pilus would go regal. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal dear, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiesce place. Then, I would depict him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made pulp. He would daze 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 light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the federation of tribes began to acquire. They created sects, then high society, then nations. And from that phylogeny, came new ideas. Power, covetousness, superbia, deception, and corruption. New mind to bear, 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 black cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My judgement became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A direful euphoria, something incorrectly and perverted, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, middle and hair became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternalism turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound descriptor. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush ass perched above toned second joint. I was an acrobat, meant to sophisticate and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to work out the iniquity in others, and bust down the origination of order 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 have sex. I would go in arcanum to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping room of a warlord whose bloodlust was notorious, and whose cruelty was renowned. His army were poised to wash over the earth, and subdue all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the opinion I wore upon my flesh, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in amber, with hair and eyes just as garishly bright, and a trunk whose supple curves were meant to evoke greed. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as innocent as I had thought. I recognized my girl immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each former across the sleeping warlord, accusal and shame filling our eyes in equalize section.

"greed ?"I hissed at her.

"putrefaction ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another vocalization said from the duskiness, and Vita stepped forth, his cutis and eyes a mystifying red, his brow bearing grow over bullhorns, his consistency exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to induce infliction. There we stood, avarice, depravity, and Power, the ill of companionship made flesh to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the world to create a keen empire, and link up all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish 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 world to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of gild's testicle are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his pass and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real number and very dark desire. The like look was shining from my blacken centre, I was sure, for big businessman and putrescence were forbidden lovers. Our attractiveness was obscene, our purpose were abhorrent, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new pelt ; we liked them immensely.

"progress needs correction, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our intent, then how can we bed if it is good ?"

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

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

"They were happier when the world was simple."I tried to explicate to her.

"Monkeys are felicitous to tell on in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

"Is being reliable to our nature all that we should endeavour to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing strain in his phonation.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear fits 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 bit, seeing her vitriol shining from her avaricious mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not get laid, nor did I care. For I was seeing a blue position of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of Nation, and live in splendor as an matinee idol. It aroused me, and the very think that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attractive force was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would need to hide it. It would become Petra's… dark. Joy saw the thirstiness in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her representative unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his stimulation stirring between his wooden leg. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for depravation always seeks to condescend low-down. We went to low places that dark. 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 tug window. He awoke just in metre to actualize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crack of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even large. For power only covets More of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great emptiness of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in craze, and she charged me with dentition bared, and manic hatred in her centre. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a enate embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her defenseless suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the soma, and I could not hold back myself. I sank my fingers into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut inadequate with the public press of my sass, which opened her own to extradite my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide of the mark with revulsion, tinging their natural white for a moment as the mask of her prosperous body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the sonsie golden profile, her pure albumen flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the joy of an invasive caress. Joy would cause 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 mode of my osculation so that she could keep that noesis 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 unversed fashion atop me.

"You have a great deal to learn."I smiled against her parted brim.

"Edward Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breathing space sweet in my nostril, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the cobbler's last word with a cry that reflected her motivation. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our incision connect, and the astragal of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her articulatio coxae to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my crease, letting my wet, frail petal caress the center of her lecherousness. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth 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 eubstance. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh.

"takings her, Vita."I called over my daughter's shoulder as I gripped her cheeks and unfold them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyrations, her grimace stricken with dismay.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her vox tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her rima oris 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 fend. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrist, and pinned them together at the small of her binding.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her dissent 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 jumble 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 present moment 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 extraneous of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than than their darkness, but rottenness knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be consummate and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my girl's pelvic arch upward, relishing the dessert strain of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac looking at with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden eyes bulged, her back talk gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So swell was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bump through the pressing flat of my girl's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of privates upon face. Then, Joy found her spokesperson. It screeched from her, tremendous and anguish, and her virgin stemma dripped from her and onto my moistened flower petal. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering cherubic nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each jabbing was forceful enough to reel Joy atop me, rubbing our clit together. Each thrust was forceful enough to place a wavelet down the lush flesh of her prosperous backside, which now reddened with the stings of encroachment.

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

"full stop !"she screamed, writhing to take to the woods the pain her Fatherhood forced into her. With the sole of my base, I guided Vita to discontinue, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her face, obvious and ridiculous, breathy expiration singing from her lips. I grabbed the rachis of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not consume him, then I will take away him from you."I whispered on her sass,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My Kuki-Chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths open with every inch he pushed inside,"Your sire was so gracious to put up his gift to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,"my words were moan,"I will save him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the site of my girl's face after I'd tickled her avarice. For my thrills were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that bit. At first, she dawned an expression of befuddlement. Then, there was a look of irritation, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's cock, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the painful sensation of it, but she held eye contact with me the completely time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to screak in suffering. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and ravening hungriness battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my glossa finding her backtalk,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the close of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, ineffectual to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her trunk tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her side relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a present moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smiling.

"It's so good !"She said with a pant, her oculus twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely effete !"And with that, she rolled her rose hip, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her instruct lips about her Church Father's invasion, but not letting an column inch of him disengage. For covetousness was never one to willingly release what she'd taken, so her Padre 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 entryway, and whining needfully with each loss, trying to entice her father with the back-arching altitude of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please dad !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"Give me more. Give me Thomas More !"The affectation had the desire burden, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her Fatherhood's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her good, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's fortunate bosom turned to rippling domes, her lustrous tomentum flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvic girdle bulging with each red invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled joy, her head turned to stare rapturously at her polluter, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder joint, her blazonry flexing behind her back. The Angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's slam to go through through my dent, and I moaned in congruence with my girl's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her egotistic petals was golden and gummy, and tasted of afters honey when I brought it to my sassing. Oh, I would try out it from the source.

"Vita."I spoke with a drawl that I hadn't before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter's shoulder, his red eyes wild. I guided him to finish his thrusting, and ran my digit along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folding of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, harassed center, her back talk parted to breathe decadent moan, her impudence flushed with her delight and strangulation.

"You can not capture her Sir Thomas More from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"There are other campaigns to pursue."

"shag 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 kick downstairs 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 damp contamination,"I am simply suggesting an ravishment from the rear."

The look of seismic disturbance that came over Joy's face was almost as dainty as the agonized construction 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 deepness of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgo the Virgin jam, and Joy's full body wrenched. Her head word flung backward, her breast jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwardly, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the apex of her agonised arch. Her rear lip trembled below wide, mindless optic, and her dresser heaved with do-or-die ingestion. Vita took his girl by the aureate ball of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her ruination, and my eyes followed a drool of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden remembering came to me in that instant. It was a computer storage of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the piss run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirthfulness echoed against the stone, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the splendor of her merit. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; nihility of painful sensation, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ailment of lust. She was a big woman then, naked in the water system, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor pity. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a Wave of her manpower, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a swimming carving of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and warmth without desire. Her white hair was matted to her head, her eyes were afire with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her center were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her rim were trembling and leaking with tosh. Her soundbox was still beautiful, but the good will of chastity was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her Father-God was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her taught shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."ticker me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and love, all mingling in the husky musical note of her vox. She planted her feet into the bedclothes, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her don's dig, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the kris of his rooster, 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 exchangeable duality. 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 situation of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the pitting of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong side of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tear of pain and XTC, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by superpower and covetousness, and now looked upon her own mother as a root for animal pleasures. I tasted her love as it spurted from her, my olfactory organ wetting with her elastic plication, my tongue exploring her convulsing inside, finding the closed book locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me recondite. Vita began to thrust in resistance of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her cloud nethers to clench in delight. Her cry were screams now, gamy, gruff and heroic, filtering through a articulation that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"screwing me, pappa ! Fuck your niggling cyprian daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her physical structure into a fuzz of jiggling soma and flailing fuzz. I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with penury. But I would not require to be filled, for my pleasance was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the litter, locked her thigh into a wide scatter, and jackhammered herself atop her Father. The spurting of her insides turned to uninterrupted flood in my lip, and her fluctuating scream turned to a uninterrupted screeching in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself abstruse than ever, squishing my Kuki-Chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a here and now, grinding her hip joint in a wild flyer itinerary, her skreak sputtering to a breathless croak. The frail pillar of her neck striated with tenseness, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytical 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 entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his girl's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a condemnation, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could drop off the last of himself onto my look. I tasted the delicious mixed bag of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned ruin of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the same, falling into the criminal of his arms. They snuggled together as father and girl might, but their fingerbreadth did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his bridge player trailed digit through her tender congregation. They stared into each other's middle, a mixture of lust, love, shame and regret tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed peg, and approached the vertex of her sex. rut radiated from her profoundness, the smell of her gratification wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my sass about her descensus. Gone was any ohmic 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 former hand coerced her Padre's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his heart, biting her depress lip. The disgrace and sorrow in their construction dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and putrescence .