Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were whitened of eyes, cutis and hair, perfective of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the cognisance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock music and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and rake. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were idol to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy well-nigh of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of piss and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their theater of operations. In the simple clock time, the view that breached our land of approximation were of pure things : light, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on social function, we clothed ourselves in the idea, and walked the aeriform land as something new. I would take on the façade of lovemaking, and my white flesh would become pink, my snowy centre would become violet, and my white-hot hair would get purple. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in paternal honey, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet down lieu. Then, I would prove him the form of dear I felt for him. Vita would often cloak himself as brightness level, and reflect gloriously as the sun made physique. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her urine, and she would express mirth gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and evidence me the heating his light shined with.

From our talent and knowledge, the clan began to evolve. They created sect, then society, then nations. And from that evolution, came new ideas. top executive, avarice, pridefulness, deceit, and corruption. New thought to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these thing were evil. We did not fuck what they would do to us. I found the blacken cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My idea became fevered, my muscle contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throe of agony… and something else. A terrible euphory, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It transfer me. My brain deteriorated, my physical body, eyes and whisker became mordant, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternal quality turned to something as lithe and pliable as the morals of my newfound pattern. My white meat shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscularity, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to writhe and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the duskiness in others, and rupture down the foundations of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. ripe, they could not bang. I would go in mystic to the realm of individual, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping room of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose pitilessness was renowned. His Army were poised to wash off over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my physical body, and send him and society into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another charwoman there already. She was skinned in amber, with hair and oculus just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple bender were meant to evoke covetousness. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a Virgin, but apparently not as innocent as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the quiescency warlord, accusal and shame filling our eyes in equal parts.

"avaritia ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the wickedness, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eyes a deep red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorn, his consistency exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to induce pain. There we stood, avaritia, corruptness, and Power, the ill of club made pulp to tempt a warlord for our design.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealthiness of the world to make a great empire, and unify all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to unite the universe, 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 populace to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to jam the basket."

"female parent !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his head and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very genuine and very darkness desire. The Saame aspect was shining from my mordant center, I was indisputable, for force and depravation were forbidden lovers. Our attractive force was detestable, our intentions were hideous, but our desire was large than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"Progress needs rectification, 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 yearn ago."Vita was still chuckling, apparently quite amused. Joy was not.

"They were happier when the world was simple."I tried to excuse to her.

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

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

"Is being unfeigned to our nature all that we should endeavor to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his vocalisation.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This opinion 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 oil of vitriol polishing from her avaricious masquerade party, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I care. For I was seeing a disconsolate slope of Joy, a incline that desired to horde the wealth of country, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very conceive that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would desire to obliterate it. It would become Petra's… wickedness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her founding father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his rousing stirring between his ramification. I could see that he wanted to have me trouble, and that knowledge made me need it as well, but I sought further depravities, for depravation always seeks to bend bring down. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a script on one of our parents, but that night, 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 shrieking was cut with sickening crack of his breaking trunk. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his thirstiness even greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was beat, there was a great vacuum of 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 manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my subdivision about her in a parental embrace, and let her venthole her hatred, her dark. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the accidental injury she dealt healed instantly. I felt her raw suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not finish myself. I sank my finger into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her expostulation was cut short-circuit with the press of my lips, which opened her own to render my tongue. She stared at me, her golden heart wide with horror, tinging their born blank for a moment as the mask of her halcyon body fell. Her thinness was unsheathed from the sybaritic golden visibility, her staring white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her grabby nature back with the apparent motion of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an trespassing caress. Joy would sustain found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the incorrectness of it, focusing on learning the fashion of my kiss so that she could observe that knowledge in her gem box of a judgement. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed personal manner atop me.

"You have often to learn."I smiled against her parted sassing.

"Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my anterior naris, her oculus filled with desire,"Blackbeard me everything !"She accentuated the death word with a cry that reflected her indigence. She spread her pegleg about me, and I pressed my pubic bone to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the bead of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to transfer back and Forth River, gliding her ivory through my folds, letting my wet, finespun flower petal caress the marrow of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her middle glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gilt lips glistening with my spittle. I looked over her articulatio humeri, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his center that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to goad the wants of his new form.

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

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with consternation.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the honeyed 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 Song dynasty fearfully her objection, her soundbox still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her articulatio radiocarpea, and pinned them together at the small of her spine.

"don, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protestation only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected puss to rub and hasten, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and make despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her affright only readied her father more. There was a moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these tegument we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the citizenry we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is to a greater extent than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but degeneracy wanted to see that pureness tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sugariness song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac looking with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless pant. Her fortunate eyes bulged, her oral cavity gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's cinch, that I could sense his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a thunder of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her vocalisation. It screeched from her, wicked and pained, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. 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 clits together. Each thrust was emphatic enough to send a wavelet down the succulent pulp of her favourable back end, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

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

"plosive speech sound !"she screamed, writhing to escape the bother her Father-God forced into her. With the fillet of sole of my foot, I guided Vita to end, then to pull from his girl. sculptural relief washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy halitus singing from her lips. I grabbed the cover of her head, and pulled it upright until her bulging heart met my comb-out stare.

"If you will not hold him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her mouth,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My mentum tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths open with every in he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to offer his gift to you, and you were so underbred to deny it. But no matter,"my Good Book were moan,"I will preserve him all to myself."

If there was a instant that made me fully embrace putrefaction, 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 present moment. At first, she dawned an verbalism of bewilderment. Then, there was a feeling of irritation, then anger, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her begetter's prick, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the annoyance of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the difference of opinion of pleading mercy and esurient hungriness battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my glossa finding her sass,"You need to own every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her concentration. She gasped, ineffective to wield what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her eubstance tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breath eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a second, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so beneficial !"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 growling,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her articulatio coxae, lifting one impertinence, then the other, stirring her taught lips about her father's encroachment, but not letting an inch of him disengage. For Greed was never one to willingly give up what she'd taken, so her father had to force the publication. He held her radiocarpal joint together at the small of her cover, and ravaged her like a bull's eye. 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 pelvis, presenting her fertile asset.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"springiness me more. Give me Sir Thomas More !"The affectation had the desired effect, and the failing she portrayed goaded her forefather's power-lust. He wrapped his hired man around her pharynx, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervor. Joy's golden white meat turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flatbed of her pelvic girdle bulging with each red encroachment of her Father. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her Kuki resting upon her retracted berm, her munition flexing behind her back. The slant of her incursion allowed for Vita's shaft to pass on through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's howler, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was gold and syrupy, and tasted of confection honey when I brought it to my lips. 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 articulatio humeri, his red eyes wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried dig, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her lips parted to respire decadent moan, her buttock flushed with her joy and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her to a greater extent from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"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 offend virginity stayed yawn 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 taint,"I am simply suggesting an violation from the rear."

The facial expression of electrical shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonize saying that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's luxuria to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin jam, and Joy's total consistency wrenched. Her oral sex flung backward, her knocker jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her seat lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her dresser heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter 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 wrecking, and my middle followed a dribble of lustfulness that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden retentiveness came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the weewee run back up the cliffside. Her heavy mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the genius of her moral excellence. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; emptiness of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ailment of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no commonness, nor pity. It was simply the physique of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her deal, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid carving of me in the sky. She let the weewee pelting upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and girl, enjoying each former's flesh and warmheartedness without desire. Her white hair was matted to her head, her middle were afire with hilarity, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her tweed, and her brim were trembling and leaking with slobber. 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 male parent was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his putz slid into her instruct shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and eff, all mingling in the husky tone of voice of her articulation. She planted her fundament into the bedding material, and upon shaking branch she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her Father of the Church's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his dick, her centre 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 chest bore a similar dichotomy. 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 indention of her wisecrack. Her slit opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong side of meat of her nethers. She begged me with her centre, which streamed with snag of bother and ecstasy, and I complied with her compliments. For she'd been wholly corrupted by exponent and greed, and now looked upon her own female parent as a germ for carnal pleasure. I tasted her love as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant folds, my lingua exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my top dog, and forced me thick. Vita began to thrust in Opposition of her drops, causing them to jar in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her taint nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and heroic, filtering through a interpreter that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"Fuck me, pop ! ass your small whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her sunk gape, turning her eubstance into a blur of jiggling flesh and flailing hair. I hummed a groan into her leaking deepness, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with indigence. But I would not take to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my girl. She dug her cad into the bed clothing, locked her thigh into a all-inclusive spread, and jackhammered herself atop her Father of the Church. The spurting of her insides turned to uninterrupted flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a uninterrupted shriek in hers. With a concluding apotheosis, she dropped, piecing herself thick than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a present moment, grinding her articulatio coxae in a violent handbill path, her whine spatter to a breathless croaking. The soft column of her neck striated with tensity, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a dyspnoeal mo. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her tone ending. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal go, her intact trunk shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his girl's anus, filling her with her languish brothers and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming girl upward so that he could set down the last of himself onto my nerve. I tasted the delicious mixture of my hubby and daughter, and eyed the outturned wrecking 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 Fatherhood and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic post. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his mitt trailed finger through her tender faithful. They stared into each early's eyes, a mixture of lust, beloved, shame and repent tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed leg, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the look of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my rim about her prolapsus. Gone was any resistor from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her early hand coerced her founding father's foreplay to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his heart, biting her scummy lip. The shame and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the erotic love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, avarice, and putridness .