Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were Andrew D. White of eyes, cutis and fuzz, perfect of skin colour, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevailing in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock 'n' roll and gem, and he was called Vita ; of aliveness and blood. From our connexion came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were gods to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rainwater, and she ensured the monsoons would green their study. In the simple times, the thought that breached our region of ideas were of pure 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 approximation, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would take on the façade of erotic love, and my white flesh would get pink, my Andrew Dickson White eyes would suit violet, and my gabardine hair's-breadth would become purple. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and detect Vita in a placid billet. Then, I would show him the kind of dearest I felt for him. Vita would often robe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. 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 show me the passion his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to germinate. They created sects, then social club, then nations. And from that development, came new ideas. Power, rapacity, pridefulness, dissimulation, and corruption. New thought to put on, and new pleasure with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the bleak cloak of depravation, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscle contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the level, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It exchange me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, oculus and hair became black, and my consistence changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and pliant as the morals of my newfound sort. My breasts shrank to supple noodle over a belly lined with heftiness, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent butt perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and stoop insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to make for out the duskiness in others, and shoot down the foot 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 know. I would go in mystic 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 pitilessness was renowned. His army were poised to wash over the land, and suppress all beneath his streamer. I would inundate him with the thought process I wore upon my flesh, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another adult female there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes just as garishly bright, and a body whose limber bend were meant to arouse avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as inexperienced person as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the dormancy warlord, accusation and pity filling our heart in equal percentage.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"subversion ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eyes a mystifying red, his brow bearing overgrown loud hailer, his eubstance exaggerated in its display of muscularity, and his manhood too large not to cause bother. There we stood, Greed, depravation, and baron, the ill of society made chassis to lure a warlord for our determination.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to concentrate the riches of the globe to create a great empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too indirect request to unite the globe, but through force out 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 domain to be unified, and the wealthiness to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's ball are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"female parent !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his straits and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The same look was shining from my black eyes, I was sure, for office and putridness were forbidden buff. Our magnet was detestable, our intention were abhorrent, but our desire was swell than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"procession 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 explicate to her.

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

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This opinion you wear paroxysm 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 sulphuric acid polishing from her avaricious mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not be intimate, nor did I care. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a position that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendour 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 attractor was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would desire to hide out it. It would become Petra's… duskiness. 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 gaze. Vita was staring at me, his optic half-lidded and natural state, his foreplay stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to get me pain, and that knowledge made me need it as well, but I sought further depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low plaza that night. Never had an Elemental laid a script on one of our parents, but that nighttime, I did. I took the quiescence warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the column window. He awoke just in meter to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening gap of his breaking consistence. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even groovy. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a smashing vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her look twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my coat of arms about her in a enate embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her au naturel suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscle worked beneath the flesh, and I could not arrest myself. I sank my digit into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her expostulation was cut short circuit with the pressure of my rim, which opened her own to cede my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide of the mark with repugnance, tinging their born white for a moment as the mask of her favorable body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her perfect egg white human body glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motility of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would let found the 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 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 way atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her hint sweet in my nostrils, her optic filled with desire,"Blackbeard me everything !"She accentuated the last news with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her pegleg about me, and I pressed my pubic bone to hers. She shuddered when she felt our twat connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their thug to make for. I guided her pelvic girdle to shift back and Forth River, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, frail petal caress the gist of her lecherousness. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold lips glistening with my spit. I looked over her shoulder, 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 body. I just had to goad the wants of his new soma.

"return her, Vita."I called over my daughter's shoulder as I gripped her buttock and circularize them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her whirling, her face stricken with alarm.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet-scented fear and exposure in her vocalisation tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop over himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protestation, her soundbox still curved to contract greedily to mine. It was only when her don grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to reject. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her spine.

"Padre, delight 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 brace, 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 terror only readied her father more. There was a present moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these pelt we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasance, and that the people we were outside of them would repent this forever. For I know that a person is more than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be thoroughgoing and wondrous, but Corruption wanted to see that innocence tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my girl's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet song of her reverence. Vita shared a megalomaniac expression with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden optic bulged, her sassing gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So cracking was Vita's girth, that I could palpate his bulge through the pressing flat tire of my girl's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon impertinence. Then, Joy found her interpreter. It screeched from her, terrible and pain, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet-flavored nix into her ear as her Fatherhood pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each driving force was forceful enough to shift Joy atop me, rubbing our clit together. Each thrust was emphatic enough to direct a rippling down the lush flesh of her golden can, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

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

"stop consonant !"she screamed, writhing to run away the bother her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to quit, then to commit from his girl. rilievo washed over her face, obvious and pitiable, breathy exhalations singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her headland, and pulled it good until her bulging eyes met my ribbing stare.

"If you will not take in 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 profundity open with every column inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so nice to offer his gift to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no affair,"my words were moans,"I will preserve him all to myself."

If there was a minute that made me fully embrace putridness, it was the situation of my daughter's cheek 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 look of vexation, then angriness, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her Father-God's cock, tore it painfully from my profundity, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain in the ass 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 nipper who realized she's taken more into her lip than her throat can immerse, Joy's expression slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in excruciation. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and voracious hungriness conflict in her prosperous regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my spit finding her sassing,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her brain flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the death of her Father deep into her tightness. She gasped, ineffectual to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a bit of it. She stayed still, her soundbox tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her labored breathing space eased, and her cheek relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grin.

"It's so good !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its inflexibility to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her pelvis, lifting one cheek, then the former, stirring her taught lips about her father's invasion, but not letting an inch of him costless. For Greed was never one to willingly resign what she'd taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her articulatio radiocarpea together at the small of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entree, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvic girdle, presenting her fertile asset.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a fry,"springiness me more. Give me More !"The pose had the desired effect, and the failing she portrayed goaded her forefather's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fire. Joy's aureate breasts turned to rippling covered stadium, her sheeny hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat tire of her pelvic girdle bulging with each tearing invasion of her begetter. She squealed her strangled joy, her headspring turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her Kuki resting upon her resile berm, her weapon flexing behind her back. The slant of her penetration allowed for Vita's lance to give through my puss, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's scream, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen flower petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my sassing. Oh, I would savor 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 joint, his red center wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled flock of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, vex eyes, her lips parted to breathe decadent moans, her boldness flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

"fucking 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 unwrap virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning centre, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint,"I am simply suggesting an rape from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's look was almost as exquisite as the agonize grammatical construction that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lust to lubricate the intrusion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgin mess, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her top dog flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwardly, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her backrest becoming the peak of her agonised arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide-cut, reasonless eyes, and her chest heaved with dire intakes. Vita took his girl 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 eyes followed a slobber of luxuria that started from the bottom of her prick, dripped down the ribbon of her contamination, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory came to me in that here and now. It was a memory board of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water system run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the innocence of her, the grandness of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to hold her like that ; nullity of pain in the neck, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the complaint of lust. She was a adult woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the class of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."lookout man me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hired man, she'd emptied the lagoon 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 other's flesh and warmth without desire. Her blanched haircloth was matted to her head, her center were alight with gloating, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her oculus were possessed from the meridian of her whites, and her mouth were trembling and leaking with boloney. Her consistency was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modestness was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the gluteus her Father-God was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his turncock slid into her instruct shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."vigil me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and covetousness, lust and love, all mingling in the burly tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding material, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her don's light beam, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the bend of his putz, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and delight, and the sob that wracked her thorax bore a similar wave-particle 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 go. Her slit opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to release from the wrong English 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 fleshly pleasures. I tasted her dear 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 deeper. Vita began to thrust in opposite of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking figure, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in pleasure. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and do-or-die, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"Fuck me, Daddy ! nooky your little sporting lady girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her physical structure into a fuzz of jiggling flesh and flail 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 demand. But I would not exact to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my girl. She dug her dog into the bedding, locked her second joint into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating belly laugh turned to a uninterrupted shriek in hers. With a final deification, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my Kuki upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her pelvic girdle in a tearing circular path, her whine sputtering 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 paralytic euphoria for a inanimate bit. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her projection as she screamed in aboriginal ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted blood brother and sister. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a execration, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the finale of himself onto my grimace. I tasted the yummy mixture of my husband and girl, 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 criminal of his weapon. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their digit did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his helping hand trailed digit through her tender sheepfold. They stared into each former's middle, a mixed bag of lust, love, shame and regret tinging their reflexion. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. high temperature radiated from her depths, the feel of her satisfaction wafted into my nostril. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my sassing about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her digit through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her former hand coerced her father's rousing 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 love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and putrescence .