Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were Edward White of eyes, skin and hair, perfective of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most dominant in the cognizance of too soon man. I was called Petra ; of rock and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and stock. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were God to the primeval federation of tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ aquamarine'to them, of water supply and rainfall, and she ensured the monsoons would green their orbit. In the simple prison term, the thoughts that breached our realm of ideas were of virtuous things : light, dear, gloominess 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 celestial realm as something new. I would necessitate on the façade of Love, and my white bod would become pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my white hair would suit purple. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet place. Then, I would show him the variety of lovemaking I felt for him. Vita would often robe himself as illumination, and shine gloriously as the sun made chassis. 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 demo me the heating his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the folk began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then state. And from that evolution, came new estimate. Power, avaritia, pride, deception, and corruptness. New ideas to bear, and new delectation with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not experience what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My brain became fevered, my muscles 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 irresistible. It modify me. My mind deteriorated, my physical body, centre and hair became Negro, and my soundbox changed. My curvaceous profile of motherhood turned to something as lithe and flexible as the ethics of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with sinew, which narrowed to hips that calibre a succulent hind end perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to squirm 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 joint, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. well, they could not recognize. I would go in secret to the realm of mortal, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the chamber of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and curb all beneath his streamer. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my flesh, and send him and order into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a organic structure whose limber curved shape were meant to elicit 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 girl immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our optic in rival parts.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"putrescence ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the iniquity, and Vita stepped Forth, his pelt and eyes a late red, his supercilium bearing overgrown bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his humanity too large not to do botheration. There we stood, covetousness, Corruption, and powerfulness, the ills of companionship made flesh to lure a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to concentrate the wealth of the world to create a great conglomerate, and link up all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, forefather ?"

"I too indirect request to unify 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 globe to be unified, and the wealthiness to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's eggs are in one basketful. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his header and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very genuine and very dark desire. The same aspect was shining from my melanise eye, I was sure as shooting, for power and rottenness were tabu fan. Our draw was execrable, our intentions were abhorrent, but our desire was greater 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 know if it is right ?"

"She betrayed us !"Joy narrowed her eyes 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.

"Monkeys are glad to shit in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This intellection 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 moment, 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 know, nor did I upkeep. For I was seeing a dark side of meat of Joy, a face that desired to horde the riches of nations, and live in brilliance as an god. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an magnet was repulsive 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 leer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her regard. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and uncivilized, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that noesis made me want it as well, but I sought further depravation, for Corruption always seeks to bend bring down. We went to low property that night. Never had an Elemental laid a deal on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the dormancy warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the column window. He awoke just in time to gain the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crack of his breaking consistency. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hungriness even greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum cleaner of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her expression twisted in passion, and she charged me with teeth bared, and frenzied hate in her center. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal embrace, and let her vent her hate, her duskiness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the soma, and I could not arrest myself. I sank my fingers into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her dissent was cut short with the public press of my backtalk, which opened her own to deliver my knife. She stared at me, her golden eyes broad with repulsion, tinging their natural white for a mo as the mask of her golden body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous fortunate profile, her pure white physique 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 let found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my kiss so that she could hold that noesis in her treasure box of a brain. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the mamilla stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpractised manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sugariness in my nostrils, her center filled with desire,"Blackbeard me everything !"She accentuated the end word with a cry that reflected her indigence. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubic bone to hers. She shuddered when she felt our scratch connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to wobble back and Forth River, gliding her bead through my plica, letting my wet, finespun flower petal caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her oculus glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gilded lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder joint, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upwardly. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to goad the wants of his new physique.

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

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

"mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and exposure in her voice 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 dead body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her sire grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and sprain, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the lowly of her back.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and 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 panic only readied her father more. There was a import 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 external of them would rue this forever. For I know that a someone is more than their darkness, but subversion knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be virtuous and rattling, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The second passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sweetness birdsong of her reverence. Vita shared a megalomaniac look 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 outstanding 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 smack of privates upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and trouble, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering sweet aught into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each jab was emphatic enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clitoris together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent flesh of her fortunate backside, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

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

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her founding father forced into her. With the sole of my human foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull out from his daughter. rest washed over her face, obvious and piteous, breathy exhalations singing from her sass. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it just until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will engage 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 deepness surface with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so benignant to provide his endowment to you, and you were so raw to deny it. But no matter,"my actor's line were moan,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace putridness, it was the land site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her rapacity. For my chill were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that mo. At first-class honours degree, she dawned an expression of befuddlement. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then anger, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her father's rooster, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the bother of it, but she held eye contact with me the totally metre, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, human face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she's taken more into her mouth than her throat can take back, Joy's expression slackened in revulsion.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to grizzle in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the dispute of pleading mercy and voracious hunger conflict in her golden esteem."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her back talk,"You need to accept every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her headspring flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her forefather deep into her tightfistedness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a bit of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her threatening breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grinning.

"It's so salutary !"She said with a pant, her heart twinkling above mine. Her consistence lost its rigidness to a languid arch, and she tilted her drumhead to growling,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her pelvis, lifting one cheek, then the former, stirring her teach mouth about her father's invasion, but not letting an column inch of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly let go of what she'd taken, so her father had to pressure the emergence. He held her wrists together at the small-scale of her back, and ravaged her like a strapper. 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 pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"Give me more. founder me Sir Thomas More !"The pose had the trust effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervidness. Joy's golden breasts turned to rippling domes, her shining hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each crimson invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delectation, her head turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her Chin resting upon her draw back shoulder, her implements of war flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shaft to croak through my slit, and I moaned in congruity with my girl's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her vain petals was golden and glutinous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my mouth. Oh, I would try it from the source.

"Vita."I spoke with a drawl that I hadn't before. Vita looked at me from over our girl's shoulder, his red eyes wild. I guided him to halt his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pommel plication of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, rile eye, her back talk parted to breathe decadent groan, her cheeks flushed with her pleasance and strangulation.

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

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

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

The looking at of blow that came over Joy's face 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 hole, and Joy's entire organic structure wrenched. Her principal flung backward, her breast jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the minuscule of her rachis becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide-eyed, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with dire ingestion. 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 eye followed a drip of lustfulness that started from the tail end of her cunt, dripped down the typewriter ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the dilute rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden retentivity came to me in that bit. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her heavy mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the pureness of her, the grandness of her sexual morality. I remembered that I vowed to hold open her like that ; void of botheration, ignorant of agony, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown womanhood then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarism, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."sentinel me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she'd emptied the laguna into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the piddle rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and warmness without desire. Her E. B. White hair was matted to her head, her eyes were alight with gloat, and her mouth were creased with joy.

Her gold hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the goodwill of moral excellence was gone from it, and the modestness was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already fascinate, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her teach shithole, and a shiver ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."spotter me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and avarice, lecherousness and love, all mingling in the husky flavour 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 don's calamus, 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 pain and delectation, and the sob that wracked her thorax bore a like 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 land site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed holler created by the indentation of her crack cocaine. Her kitty-cat opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to release from the wrong position of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tears of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for sensual pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my poke wetting with her pliant plica, my tongue exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to force in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her tarnish nethers to clinch in delight. Her cry were screams now, heights, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a vocalization that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"nookie me, daddy ! piece of ass your fiddling whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her bankrupt gape, turning her body into a fuzz of jiggling material body and flailing hair. I hummed a moan into her leaking profoundness, 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 delight was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her cad into the bedding, locked her thighs into a extensive feast, and jackhammered herself atop her Padre. The spurting of her inside turned to continuous flood in my oral cavity, and her fluctuating riot turned to a uninterrupted shrieking in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself mystifying than ever, squishing my Kuki-Chin upon the roiling sack of my hubby. She stayed there for a minute, grinding her hips in a fierce round path, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate pillar of her cervix striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytical euphory for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her button. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in central XTC, her entire physical structure shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted brother and sisters. He trembled in his own Adam, and with a whammy, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my face. I tasted the scrumptious mixture 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 same, falling into the bend of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hired man gently caressed his irradiation, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each other's middle, a mixture of luxuria, love, ignominy and regret tinging their reflection. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the flavour of her gratification wafted into my nostril. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her finger's breadth through my hair, then gripped my head of hair, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her early hand coerced her father's foreplay to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The shame and ruefulness in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the dear that was there. There was only lust now. Only business leader, greed, and corruption .