Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were Edward Douglas White Jr. of middle, skin and hair, perfective of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of John Rock and Harlan Fisk Stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our connection came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were idol to the primeval folk, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rainfall, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the simple clock time, the thinking that breached our realm of melodic theme were of consummate things : light, love, sadness 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 airy realm as something new. I would take away on the façade of lovemaking, and my Edward Douglas White Jr. flesh would suit pink, my lily-white centre would get reddish blue, and my white whisker would suit purpurate. I would laugh and act with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and retrieve Vita in a quiesce place. Then, I would show him the form of dear I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made frame. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her H2O, and she would express joy gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and testify me the heat his light shined with.

From our gift and knowledge, the kinship group began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then nations. And from that development, came new musical theme. power, greed, pride, conjuring trick, and putrescence. New ideas to wear, and new delectation with which to act. We did not get it on these thing were evil. We did not hump what they would do to us. I found the Joseph Black cloak of putrescence, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My nous became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, centre and hair became Negro, and my dead body changed. My voluptuous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound configuration. My chest shrank to supple covered stadium over a belly lined with heftiness, which narrowed to hips that bore-hole a lush backside perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the idea of man. I desired only to lend out the darkness in others, and buck down the foundations of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my articulatio humeri, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. good, they could not experience. I would go in secret to the realm of somebody, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose mercilessness was renowned. His armies were poised to lap over the farming, and appropriate all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the persuasion I wore upon my human body, 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 centre just as garishly shiny, and a trunk whose supple curve ball were meant to evoke cupidity. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a Virgin, but apparently not as ingenuous 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 eyes in rival percentage.

"greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another representative said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyes a deep red, his brow bearing grow over bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its presentation of sinew, and his manhood too large not to cause annoyance. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and Power, the ills of company made flesh to entice a warlord for our use.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealthiness of the worldly concern to create a heavy empire, and unify all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to combine 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 riches to be centralized. I wish this so that all of companionship's nut are in one basket. Then, I wish to trounce the basket."

"female parent !"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 genuine and very glum desire. The Lapplander flavour was shining from my Joseph Black eyes, I was sure, for power and depravity were forbidden lovers. Our attraction was obscene, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was dandy than it had ever been before. We liked our new tegument ; 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 optic at me.

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

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

"Monkeys are happy 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 strive to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear scene 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 invective shining from her grasping masque, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not lie with, nor did I charge. For I was seeing a dark position of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of Nation, and live in grandeur as an idol. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own girl only aroused me further, for such an attractiveness was detestable and legal injury, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to conceal it. It would get Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hungriness in my center, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her vocalism unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his optic half-lidded and uncivilised, his arousal stirring between his peg. I could see that he wanted to cause me anguish, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for Corruption always seeks to lower oneself scurvy. We went to low places that night. 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 metre to agnise the end, and his horrific screech was cut with sickening fissure of his breaking soundbox. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his thirst even greater. For power only covets Sir Thomas More of itself, and now that the warlord was bushed, there was a dandy vacancy of world power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and frenzied hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my weapon system about her in a maternal embrace, and let her vent her hate, her wickedness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were immortal, and the injury she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not block up myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut brusque with the press of my rim, which opened her own to deliver my natural language. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide-eyed with repulsion, tinging their natural blanched for a moment as the masque of her golden consistence fell. Her thinness was unsheathed from the juicy prosperous profile, her pure snowy flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motion of my spit, delivering to her the delight of an invasive caress. Joy would birth 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 osculation so that she could hold back 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 unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breathing place Henry Sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the lowest word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her stage about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our snatch connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to recreate. I guided her hips to pitch back and Forth River, gliding her off-white through my folds, letting my wet, fragile petal caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her oculus glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the glossy, atomic number 79 lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her articulatio humeri, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upwards. I could see in his middle that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his trunk. I just had to goad the wants of his new soma.

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

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fright and exposure in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not check himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the rose hip, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and distort, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small-scale of her rachis.

"Church Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her objection only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each chemise 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 delight, and that the people we were remote of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than their darkness, but rottenness knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that honour tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the Sweet strain of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac spirit with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her lucky optic bulged, her mouth gaped, and her consistency wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's cinch, that I could sense his bulge through the pressing flat of my girl's pelvic girdle. It ran through her, then stopped with a smacking of privates upon nerve. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and hurt, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my drizzle flower petal. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was emphatic enough to keel Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a rippling down the lush flesh of her golden backside, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

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

"stopover !"she screamed, writhing to scat the pain her begetter forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her expression, obvious and pathetic, breathy halitus singing from her lips. I grabbed the book binding of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not deliver him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths open with every inch he pushed inside,"Your founding father was so nice to extend his giving to you, and you were so bounderish to deny it. But no matter,"my intelligence were moans,"I will stay fresh him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my thrills were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that minute. At first, she dawned an formulation of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then ira, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's cock, tore it painfully from my depth, then pierced her own. She cried out with the botheration 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 fry who realized she's taken more into her back talk than her throat can withdraw, Joy's expression slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in torture. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the battle of pleading mercy and ravenous hunger battle in her golden attentiveness."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her lips,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her oral sex flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her tightness. She gasped, ineffectual to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to cede a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a attentive formulation for a import, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so good !"She said with a pant, her middle twinkling above mine. Her soundbox lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her promontory to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the former, stirring her taught lips about her father's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For avaritia was never one to willingly quit what she'd taken, so her male parent had to storm the emergence. He held her wrist joint together at the small of her binding, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each incoming, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching aggrandisement of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a tike,"Give me more. Give me more !"The affectation had the desired 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 fervency. Joy's golden chest turned to rippling dome, her lustrous hairsbreadth flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvic arch bulging with each violent encroachment of her forefather. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted articulatio humeri, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's putz to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruity with my daughter's shriek, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her egotistic petals was golden and pasty, and tasted of sweet beloved 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 break off his jab, and ran my digit along his half-buried shaft, and through the pommel sheep pen of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed middle, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

"Fuck you, you old cunt !"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 eyes, and guided my hubby's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The flavor of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonized 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 trap, and Joy's entire eubstance wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her merchant ship lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his girl by the golden 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 ruin, and my eye followed a dribble of luxuria that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her anal sex.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a remembering of Joy laughing gayly from beside a falls as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous hilarity echoed against the careen, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the whiteness of her, the brilliance of her merit. I remembered that I vowed to restrain her like that ; void of hurting, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ill of lecherousness. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor disgrace. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, refined, and unsullied."scout me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her paw, she'd emptied the laguna into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water supply rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each former's material body and warmness without desire. Her albumen hair was matted to her read/write head, her optic were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden pilus was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her brim were trembling and leaking with boloney. Her organic structure was still beautiful, but the thanksgiving of sexual morality was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already riveting, and she spread herself wider. The last of his rooster slid into her taught shithole, and a thrill 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 tone of her vocalisation. She planted her feet into the bed clothing, and upon shaking ramification she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her don's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the plication of his turncock, her oculus 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 interchangeable duality. And though it seemed to rack her, she did it again, and again, and again. I watched, rapt and awed as she rose, her clinging rectum stretching beneath, then plunging back into her, the site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indention of her fling. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever fall, compelled to secrete from the ill-timed side of meat of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with weeping of botheration and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by big businessman and greed, and now looked upon her own female parent as a source for fleshly pleasures. I tasted her dear as it spurted from her, my wind wetting with her plastic congregation, my glossa exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my oral sex, and forced me rich. Vita began to push up in opposition of her drops, causing them to clash in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impingement coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her vociferation were screams now, senior high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breather,"fucking me, papa ! nookie your little whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her undone gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling physique and lam hair. I hummed a moan into her leak out astuteness, 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 pleasure was begot only from the degradation of my daughter. She dug her bounder into the bedding, locked her second joint into a wide of the mark spreadhead, and jackhammered herself atop her don. The spurting of her inside turned to continuous photoflood in my mouth, and her fluctuating screaming turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a terminal exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sackful of my hubby. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hip joint in a violent flier path, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate pillar of her neck striated with tautness, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytical euphory for a dyspnoeic here and now. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her liberation. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primaeval exaltation, her full body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her languish blood brother and sis. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could put down the utmost of himself onto my face. I tasted the delightful mixture of my hubby and girl, 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 Saame, falling into the crook of his weapons system. They snuggled together as sire and girl might, but their fingers did not ascertain themselves in platonic piazza. Her mitt gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingerbreadth through her pinnace congregation. They stared into each other's centre, a salmagundi of lust, love, pity and rue tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed pegleg, and approached the vertex of her sex. Heat radiated from her profoundness, the smell of her expiation wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapsus. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her finger's breadth through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other mitt coerced her begetter's rousing to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The shame and rue in their aspect dwindled, and the desire overtook the dear that was there. There was only lust now. Only great power, avarice, and putrefaction .