Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of optic, skin and hair, perfective tense of complexion, and unmatched in peach. We were the avatar of idea, those most predominant in the cognisance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and line of descent. From our joining came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were graven image to the primeval 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 subject area. In the simple times, the view that breached our realm of ideas were of pure things : light, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on juncture, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the aerial land as something new. I would pick out on the façade of dear, and my white flesh would turn pink, my white eye would turn violet, and my white haircloth would become 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 up him the variety of love I felt for him. Vita would often habilitate himself as Light, and beam gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her piddle, and she would express joy gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and bear witness me the high temperature his light shined with.

From our gift and knowledge, the tribes began to evolve. They created religious sect, then beau monde, then nations. And from that evolution, came new mind. Power, greed, superbia, trick, and corruption. New musical theme to get into, and new pleasure with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not acknowledge what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphory, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and whisker became black-market, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the ethical motive of my newfound form. My boob shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with brawn, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush hind end perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the idea of man. I desired only to land out the wickedness in others, and charge 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 know. I would go in privy to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His U. S. Army were poised to wash out over the nation, and suppress all beneath his streamer. I would inundate him with the cerebration 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 pilus and middle just as garishly glistening, and a body whose supple curves were meant to stir avariciousness. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a Virgo the Virgin, but apparently not as guiltless as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each former across the sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our eye in rival persona.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eyeball a deep red, his supercilium bearing overgrown loud hailer, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to cause painful sensation. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and Power, the ills of company made bod to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the riches of the mankind to make a heavy conglomerate, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too indirect request to unify the globe, but through effect 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 cosmos to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of bon ton's eggs are in one basketball hoop. Then, I wish to squelch the basket."

"mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his head and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a spark in his eyes that hinted at a very real number and very dark desire. The same smell was shining from my black eyes, I was sure as shooting, for power and corruption were forbidden buff. Our attraction was abhorrent, our purpose were obscene, but our desire was enceinte than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

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

"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 glad when the world was simple."I tried to explain to her.

"rascal are well-chosen to betray in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear fits you like a baseball mitt !"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 oil of vitriol shining from her covetous mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not sleep with, nor did I care. For I was seeing a non-white side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the riches of commonwealth, and live in brilliancy 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 detestable and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would suit Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my optic, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her Church Father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his middle half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me require it as well, but I sought advance depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low seat that dark. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the towboat window. He awoke just in clip to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening cranny of his breaking organic structure. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hungriness even greater. For tycoon only covets Thomas More of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a nifty vacuum of business leader.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with dentition bared, and manic hatred in her optic. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a maternal embrace, and let her release her hate, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the harm she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked lissomeness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the material body, and I could not stop myself. I sank my digit into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the military press of my sass, which opened her own to deliver my knife. She stared at me, her aureate centre wide with horror, tinging their born white for a minute as the masque of her golden body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuary golden visibility, her pure white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the movement of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the inappropriateness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my buss so that she could keep that knowledge in her gem box of a nous. Her chest pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpractised manner atop me.

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

"Edward Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath dessert in my nostril, her oculus filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the finally word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her ramification about me, and I pressed my pubic bone to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the drop of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to encounter. I guided her pelvic girdle to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, fragile flower petal caress the pith of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her optic glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the glossy, 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 organic structure. I just had to prick the wants of his new flesh.

"Take her, Vita."I called over my girl's articulatio humeri as I gripped her buttock and unfold them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her consistence still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her don grabbed her by the rose hip, that Joy finally found the will to defy. She thrashed and distorted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the pocket-size of her rear.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each transmutation causing our connected pussy to rub and stimulate, coercing the ambrosia 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 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 out of doors of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than their darkness, but corruptness knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be everlasting and tremendous, but corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the afters call of her concern. Vita shared a megalomaniac look 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 torso wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could finger his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a flavour of genital organ upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her articulation. It screeched from her, terrible and pained, and her virgin stemma dripped from her and onto my moistened petal. 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 forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our button together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send out a ripple down the lush bod of her gilded backside, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

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

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to get off the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to extract from his daughter. stand-in washed over her case, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her brim. I grabbed the spinal column of her point, and pulled it good until her bulging eye met my teasing stare.

"If you will not take in him, then I will subscribe him from you."I whispered on her sass,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depth open with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so nice to offer his gift to you, and you were so yokelish to traverse it. But no affair,"my words were moans,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the site of my daughter's side after I'd tickled her greed. For my thrills were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At first, she dawned an expression of bafflement. Then, there was a smell of annoyance, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's hammer, tore it painfully from my deepness, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she's taken more into her rima oris than her throat can withdraw, Joy's formula slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in torture. I grabbed her coxa, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and voracious hunger battle in her prosperous wish."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my spit finding her backtalk,"You need to have every…"she gritted her dentition,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her minginess. She gasped, ineffective to deal what she'd taken, but unwilling to cede a morsel of it. She stayed still, her consistence tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breathing spell eased, and her nerve relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful manifestation for a consequence, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grin.

"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 decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her teach sassing about her father's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For covetousness was never one to willingly renounce what she'd taken, so her father had to ram the issue. He held her wrist together at the pocket-sized of her back, 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 Padre with the back-arching elevation of her hip, presenting her fertile asset.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a kid,"spring me more. Give me MORE !"The mannerism had the desired effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her begetter's power-lust. He wrapped his mitt around her pharynx, wrenched her vertical, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's favourable white meat turned to rippling noggin, her lustrous hairsbreadth flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each crimson invasion of her sire. She squealed her strangled delight, her top dog turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted berm, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her incursion allowed for Vita's slam to pass through my prick, and I moaned in congruousness with my girl's screaming, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet beloved when I brought it to my backtalk. 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 articulatio humeri, his red eyes wild. I guided him to hold on his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried gibe, and through the pommel flock of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, steamed oculus, her lips parted to breathe decadent groan, her nerve flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

"screw 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 damp 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 moist contamination,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's boldness was almost as keen as the agonize aspect that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's luxuria to lubricate the intrusion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her chest jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted down, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her dorsum becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her behind lip trembled below wide-eyed, vacuous heart, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter by the favourable 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 eyes followed a dribble of lustfulness that started from the arse of her incision, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her anal intercourse.

An unbidden store came to me in that present moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the body of water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of distress, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown cleaning woman then, naked in the water, but her nakedness bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the mannequin of her, beautiful, graceful, and unsullied."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wafture of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water system rainwater upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each early's physical body and warmth without desire. Her Edward D. White pilus was matted to her school principal, her oculus were alight with glee, and her rim were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her middle were possessed from the height of her whites, and her back talk were trembling and leaking with humbug. 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 begetter was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her teach shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eye rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lecherousness and sleep together, all mingling in the beefy tone of her spokesperson. She planted her groundwork into the bedding, and upon shaking branch she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her beginner's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the seam of his hammer, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and joy, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a similar duality. And though it seemed to torment 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 website of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indention of her crack cocaine. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever free fall, compelled to secrete from the incorrectly English of her nethers. She begged me with her middle, which streamed with binge of infliction and disco biscuit, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and avarice, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nozzle wetting with her plastic flexure, my lingua exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secret locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to lunge in opposite of her drops, causing them to collide in a riffle of smacking shape, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in joy. Her battle cry were screams now, senior high, hoarse and do-or-die, filtering through a representative that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breathing spell,"Fuck me, Daddy ! shag your footling whore girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her organic structure into a blur of jiggling flesh and thresh hair. I hummed a moan into her leak out depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with want. But I would not exact to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the degradation of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thighs into a wide-cut spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating screech turned to a continuous shrieking in hers. With a last exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my Kuki upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a instant, grinding her hips in a crimson throwaway path, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The ticklish column of her neck opening striated with stress, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my human face was drenched with her spill. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her integral torso shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her senseless brothers and sisters. He trembled in his own rapture, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unlade the end of himself onto my boldness. I tasted the delicious mixture 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 crook of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their digit did not bump themselves in platonic places. Her manus gently caressed his beam of light, and his hand trailed fingers through her attendant flock. They stared into each other's eyes, a mix of luxuria, dear, shame and regret tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed peg, and approached the apex of her sex. high temperature radiated from her profoundness, the smell of her satisfaction wafted into my anterior naris. 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 digit through my pilus, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other hand coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her humble lip. The shame and ruefulness in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only index, greed, and corruption .