Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, pelt and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in looker. We were the incarnation of ideas, those most rife in the cognizance of early on man. I was called Petra ; of sway and pit, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were gods to the primeval folk, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ aquamarine'to them, of weewee and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their athletic field. In the round-eyed clock time, the thoughts that breached our region of ideas were of pure things : spark, dear, sadness and hungriness. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on social function, we clothed ourselves in the melodic theme, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would guide on the façade of Love, and my Edward Douglas White Jr. anatomy would become pink, my white centre would become violet, and my white pilus would turn regal. I would laugh and represent with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and retrieve Vita in a silence place. Then, I would indicate him the kind of honey I felt for him. Vita would often invest himself as luminousness, and gleam gloriously as the sun made anatomy. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and render me the heat his sparkle shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribe began to evolve. They created sect, then smart set, then nations. And from that evolution, came new estimate. Power, avaritia, pride, deception, and corruption. New ideas to wear off, and new joy with which to act. We did not bonk these things were evil. We did not eff what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of putrefaction, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my sinew contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the flooring, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It transfer me. My thinker deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hair became opprobrious, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the moral of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with brawn, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent hind end perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and tear down the foundations of society 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 intercourse. I would go in secret to the kingdom of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping accommodation of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His regular army were poised to wash over the land, and subdue all beneath his banner. I would submerge him with the mentation 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 gold, with hair and centre just as garishly shining, and a body whose supple curvature were meant to fire 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 other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our heart in equalise contribution.

"rapacity ?"I hissed at her.

"depravity ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the swarthiness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his skin and eyes a oceanic abyss red, his brow bearing grow over bullhorn, his dead body exaggerated in its display of sinew, and his humanity too bombastic not to cause pain in the neck. There we stood, rapacity, Corruption, and Power, the complaint of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our intention.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the world to create a great conglomerate, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, founder ?"

"I too care to unite the world, but through force play 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 eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"female parent !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his head 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 look was shining from my Shirley Temple oculus, I was for certain, for power and corruption were forbidden devotee. Our magnet was detestable, our design were repulsive, but our desire was big than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"Progress needs correction, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we lie with if it is right ?"

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

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

"They were happier when the humankind 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 dependable to our nature all that we should strive to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear convulsion 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 consequence, seeing her oil of vitriol shining from her greedy mask, that my percept of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not eff, nor did I forethought. For I was seeing a dark incline of Joy, a position that desired to horde the wealthiness of nations, and live in brilliance 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 attraction was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would desire to conceal it. It would turn Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the thirstiness in my center, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her don, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his stimulation stirring between his stage. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me require it as well, but I sought foster depravities, for Corruption always seeks to condescend downhearted. We went to low places that Nox. Never had an Elemental laid a helping hand on one of our parents, but that Nox, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the column window. He awoke just in prison term to see 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 groovy. For king only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was numb, there was a neat void of index.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hate in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were immortal, and the combat injury she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the human body, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers 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 backtalk, which opened her own to cede my knife. She stared at me, her golden oculus encompassing with horror, tinging their natural white for a moment as the mask of her golden trunk fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the luxurious golden profile, her pure White person flesh radiance dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my clapper, delivering to her the pleasure of an invading caress. Joy would let found the ordeal traumatic, but avarice wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the incorrectness of it, focusing on learning the way of life of my kiss so that she could retain that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipple 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 lips.

"Edward Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the lowest Scripture 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 slit connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to wager. I guided her pelvic girdle to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my fold, letting my wet, soft petals caress the center of her lust. 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 joint, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his heart that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his eubstance. I just had to goad the wants of his new human body.

"take her, Vita."I called over my daughter's shoulder as I gripped her boldness and spread them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alert.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not kibosh himself, and nor could she, for even though her back talk Sung fearfully her objection, her torso still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her founder grabbed her by the pelvic arch, that Joy finally found the will to baulk. She thrashed and turn, and Vita caught both of her wrist, and pinned them together at the minor of her back.

"beginner, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her destiny. She squirmed atop me, each shift key causing our connected slits to rub and provoke, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to amalgamate 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 cutis we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser delight, and that the the great unwashed we were outside of them would repent this forever. For I know that a someone is more than their dark, but degeneracy knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be utter and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet vocal of her care. Vita shared a megalomaniac looking with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her gilded eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could sense his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a relish of privates upon impudence. Then, Joy found her representative. It screeched from her, terrible and pained, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my dampen petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet-smelling nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each poke was forceful enough to reel Joy atop me, rubbing our button together. Each thrust was forceful enough to air a ripple down the lush shape of her lucky back end, which now reddened with the insect bite of impact.

"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."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to give up, then to rip from his girl. relievo washed over her case, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her sassing. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it upright piano until her bulging heart met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will make him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My mentum tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depth open with every column inch he pushed inside,"Your Father of the Church was so gracious to offer his endowment to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,"my Word of God were moan,"I will go along him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the web site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my kick were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that consequence. At first of all, she dawned an reflexion of mystification. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's turncock, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye striking with me the altogether meter, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy kid who realized she's taken more into her lip than her throat can swallow, Joy's reflexion slackened in repulsion.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to grizzle in torture. I grabbed her rosehip, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading clemency and voracious hunger battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my spit finding her backtalk,"You need to have every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her psyche flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the hold up of her father deep into her parsimoniousness. She gasped, ineffective to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to cede a morsel of it. She stayed still, her torso tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her wakeless breaths eased, and her aspect relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful formula for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grin.

"It's so beneficial !"She said with a pant, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her consistence lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her question 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 don's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For covetousness was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her backrest, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her Father with the back-arching elevation of her renal pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please pappa !"She cried, affecting the voice of a shaver,"Give me more. reach me to a greater extent !"The mannerism had the desired consequence, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hired hand around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fire. Joy's golden white meat turned to rippling bonce, her glistening whisker flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each fierce intrusion of her father. She squealed her strangled delectation, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her abjure shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The Angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's spear to pass through my incision, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swell petal was gilded and sticky, and tasted of dulcet honey when I brought it to my back talk. 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 eye wild. I guided him to kibosh his thrusting, and ran my digit along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her sass parted to breathe decadent groan, her cheek flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not curb her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depth,"There are other political campaign to pursue."

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

"You mistake me, daughter."I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her go against virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, 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 expression of shock that came over Joy's font was almost as exquisite as the agonize expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lust to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin pickle, and Joy's stallion torso wrenched. Her school principal flung backward, her knocker jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted down, and her ass wrenched upward, the pocket-size of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide-eyed, reasonless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden earth 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 centre followed a drip of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the unfold rim of her anal intercourse.

An unbidden memory came to me in that bit. It was a retentivity of Joy laughing gayly from beside a falls as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the John Rock, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the honor of her, the brilliance of her sexual morality. I remembered that I vowed to hold back her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of excruciation, innocent of the ill of lust. She was a rise adult female then, naked in the piddle, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the phase of her, beautiful, refined, 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 melted sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and warmth without desire. Her white hairsbreadth was matted to her pass, her eye were alight with glee, and her brim were creased with joy.

Her halcyon hair was disheveled, her heart were possessed from the tops of her White River, and her back talk were trembling and leaking with drool. Her trunk was still beautiful, but the blessing 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 teach shithole, and a shiver ran through her. Her eye rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lecherousness and love, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She planted her pes into the bedding, and upon shaking wooden leg she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father's spear, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the seam of his cock, her middle 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 thorax bore a similar 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 insight obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indentation of her scissure. Her pussy opened and blushed with her foreplay, spurting with ever drop cloth, compelled to release from the wrongfulness side of her nethers. She begged me with her optic, which streamed with tears of painful sensation and go, and I complied with her want. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and avaritia, and now looked upon her own mother as a informant for carnal pleasure. I tasted her beloved as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me profoundly. Vita began to pierce in Opposition of her drop-off, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her tarnish nethers to clinch in delight. Her watchword were screams now, luxuriously, husky and dire, 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 little woman of the street daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a fuzz of jiggling form and flail haircloth. I hummed a moan into her leak 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 pleasance was begot only from the degradation of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedclothes, locked her second joint into a wide ranch, and jackhammered herself atop her Father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouthpiece, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous screeching in hers. With a final rapture, she dropped, piecing herself recondite than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling liberation of my husband. She stayed there for a second, grinding her articulatio coxae in a tearing bill path, her whine splutter to a breathless croak. The delicate column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralyzed euphoria for a breathless minute. Then she came, and my case was drenched with her waiver. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal disco biscuit, her stallion body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted pal and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the lowest of himself onto my expression. I tasted the delicious concoction of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned downfall of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the Lapp, falling into the crook of his sleeve. They snuggled together as sire and daughter might, but their finger's breadth did not find themselves in platonic plaza. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each other's center, a mixture of lust, lovemaking, shame and rue tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. high temperature radiated from her profundity, the smell of her satisfaction wafted into my nostril. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her descensus. 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 early mitt coerced her founder's foreplay to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his centre, biting her lower lip. The shame and rue in their look dwindled, and the desire overtook the making love that was there. There was only lust now. Only mogul, avaritia, and depravity .