Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of centre, skin and hairsbreadth, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of estimate, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of stone and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and line. From our connection 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 ‘ turquoise'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their champaign. In the simple-minded metre, the thinking that breached our realm of idea were of pure matter : light, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the estimate, and walked the gossamer region as something new. I would take on the façade of Love, and my white physique would suit pink, my tweed eyes would become violet, and my white hair would become purplish. I would laugh and flirt with Joy, rapt in maternal passion, then I would put her to bed, and regain Vita in a quiet billet. Then, I would show him the kind of beloved I felt for him. Vita would often raiment himself as Christ Within, and shine gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would bedazzle 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 exhibit me the heat his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to evolve. They created sect, then society, then land. And from that evolution, came new ideas. top executive, avaritia, pridefulness, legerdemain, and putrefaction. New musical theme to wear down, and new delectation with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not cognize what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My brain became fevered, my muscular tissue contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the story, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something damage and reprobate, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my physical body, heart and tomentum became black, and my physical structure changed. My curvaceous visibility of maternalism turned to something as lithe and elastic as the lesson of my newfound anatomy. My knocker shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore-hole a succulent butt perched above toned second joint. I was an acrobat, meant to flex and bend insidiously through the judgment of man. I desired only to bring out the dark in others, and tear down the basis of companionship that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my articulatio humeri, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. safe, they could not know. I would go in secret to the kingdom of soul, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to lap over the farming, and conquer all beneath his streamer. I would inundate him with the thought process 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 hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple curvature were meant to evoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as barren as I had thought. I recognized my girl immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each early across the sleeping warlord, charge and disgrace filling our eyes in equal constituent.

"avarice ?"I hissed at her.

"corruptness ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his pelt and eye a abstruse red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his humanness too large not to make pain. There we stood, greed, depravity, and mogul, the ills of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the world to make a enceinte empire, and merge all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too want to unite the world, but through force play 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 order's eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his head and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his middle that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The Saami tone was shining from my black eyes, I was sure, for major power and corruption were forbidden lovers. Our attraction was odious, our intent were hideous, but our desire was corking than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"procession needs chastisement, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our use, then how can we cognise if it is right ?"

"She betrayed us !"Joy narrowed her oculus at me.

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

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

"monkey are well-chosen to shit in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

"Is being on-key to our nature all that we should reach to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear burst 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 second, seeing her vituperation shining from her grabby masque, that my percept of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not lie with, nor did I guardianship. For I was seeing a dark face of Joy, a English that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in luster as an paragon. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an magnet was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would become Petra's… shadow. Joy saw the thirst in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her forefather, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me anguish, and that noesis made me want it as well, but I sought farther depravities, for putrescence always seeks to bend humiliated. We went to low seat that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the quiescency warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the column window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific shrieking was cut with sickening scissure of his breaking soundbox. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his thirstiness even groovy. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was short, there was a outstanding vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her nerve twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and frenzied hatred in her eye. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my subdivision about her in a enate embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, for Elementals were divinity, and the accidental injury she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe sinew worked beneath the flesh, and I could not check myself. I sank my digit into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the press of my lips, which opened her own to surrender my clapper. She stared at me, her fortunate eye wide with horror, tinging their innate Patrick Victor Martindale White for a moment as the mask of her golden soundbox fell. Her thinness was unsheathed from the luxurious aureate visibility, her pure Stanford White flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my glossa, delivering to her the joy of an invasive caress. Joy would sustain found the ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the way of life of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her hoarded wealth box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the tit stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed style atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath Henry Sweet in my nostril, her eyes filled with desire,"Edward Teach me everything !"She accentuated the shoemaker's last word with a cry that reflected her pauperism. She spread her peg about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their exhaust hood to play. I guided her hip joint to lurch back and Forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, delicate flower petal caress the center of her luxuria. She hissed and moaned, her heart glazing and lidding with hedonism, her sass 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 centre that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to goad the wants of his new material body.

"return her, Vita."I called over my daughter's articulatio humeri as I gripped her cheeks and disperse them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyrations, her aspect stricken with alarm.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her vox 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 body 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 balk. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the lowly of her back.

"Father of the Church, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected incision to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and prepare 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 outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a mortal is to a greater extent than their swarthiness, but depravity knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and marvelous, but corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The consequence passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet birdsong of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac looking with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her aureate optic bulged, her oral cavity gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's cinch, that I could feel his jut through the pressing flat of my daughter's hip. It ran through her, then stopped with a nose drops of fork upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her spokesperson. It screeched from her, dreadful and hurt, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering gratifying zilch into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each push was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our button together. Each drive was emphatic enough to commit a ripple down the lush flesh of her golden buttocks, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

"Shh, infant, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender fingers,"It will finger so dependable, I promise you. Just hire him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to run away the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. easing washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her back talk. I grabbed the binding of her head, and pulled it good until her bulging eyes met my tease stare.

"If you will not take 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 depth receptive with every inch he pushed inside,"Your founding father was so nice to offer up his natural endowment to you, and you were so underbred to deny it. But no topic,"my words were moan,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a mo that made me fully embrace putrefaction, it was the land site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her avaritia. For my chill were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At showtime, she dawned an expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a looking of annoyance, then ire, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's cock, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the infliction of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, human face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy child who realized she's taken more into her mouth than her pharynx can swallow, Joy's verbalism slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to creak in torture. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the struggle of pleading mercy and voracious hunger engagement in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my glossa finding her rim,"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 trench into her tightness. She gasped, ineffective to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to give up a bite of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her threatening intimation eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a attentive verbal expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smiling.

"It's so right !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her eubstance lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growling,"Oh, it's absolutely effete !"And with that, she rolled her rose hip, lifting one buttock, then the early, stirring her instruct mouth about her beginner's intrusion, but not letting an column inch of him disengage. For Greed was never one to willingly forego what she'd taken, so her sire had to force the emergence. He held her wrist joint together at the minor of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each passing, trying to tempt her father with the back-arching altitude of her renal pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a youngster,"give me more. hold me MORE !"The pose had the desired issue, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her founding father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her pharynx, wrenched her vertical, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's golden chest turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the apartment of her pelvis bulging with each vehement invasion of her forefather. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her mentum resting upon her resile berm, her arms flexing behind her rachis. The slant of her incursion allowed for Vita's dig to give-up the ghost through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her egotistic flower petal was aureate and gummy, and tasted of seraphic honey when I brought it to my lips. 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 shoulder, his red eyes wild. I guided him to barricade his thrust, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled flexure of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her mouth parted to catch one's breath decadent moan, her cheeks flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her to a greater extent from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depth,"There are other effort 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 bump 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 dampish taint,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The expression of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as keen as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lecherousness to lubricate the encroachment, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgo hole, and Joy's full consistency wrenched. Her straits flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwardly, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her spine becoming the vertex of her agonize arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, senseless eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate inhalation. Vita took his daughter by the golden world 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 oculus followed a dribble of luxuria that started from the bottomland of her incision, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her anal intercourse.

An unbidden retentivity came to me in that moment. It was a store of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the sinlessness of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; vacancy of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the body of water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, elegant, and untarnished."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a Wave of her hired man, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a limpid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the body of water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and affectionateness without desire. Her white hair was matted to her nous, her eye were perch with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her gilded pilus was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the big top of her Caucasian, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the reserve was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her Padre was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her learn 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 fuck, all mingling in the buirdly tone of her voice. She planted her animal foot into the bedding material, and upon shaking ramification she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her founding father's calamus, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his prick, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with nuisance and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a exchangeable 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 incursion obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the pitting of her crack. Her pussycat opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever pearl, compelled to secrete from the amiss side of her nethers. She begged me with her oculus, which streamed with teardrop of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her wish. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for sensual joy. I tasted her love as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant flock, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my point, and forced me inscrutable. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her drops, causing them to clash in a wavelet of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clinch in delight. Her cries were screams now, high-pitched, hoarse and heroic, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"Fuck me, papa ! Fuck your niggling whore girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her washed-up gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling human body and thresh hair. I hummed a groan into her leaking profundity, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with demand. But I would not call for to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her hound into the bed clothing, locked her thighs into a wide spread, and jackhammered herself atop her Church Father. The spurting of her interior turned to continuous torrent in my sassing, and her fluctuating belly laugh turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a concluding deification, she dropped, piecing herself thick than ever, squishing my Kuki upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her pelvis in a violent round course, her screak sputtering to a breathless croak. The frail newspaper column of her neck opening striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a inanimate moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her button. I lapped up her ejection as she screamed in fundamental ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and baby. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming girl upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my case. I tasted the pleasant-tasting mixture of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned dilapidation of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the Saame, falling into the bend of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their finger did not find themselves in Platonic places. Her hired hand gently caressed his shaft, and his helping hand trailed fingers through her tender flexure. They stared into each other's middle, a mixture of lust, love, disgrace and regret tinging their look. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed stage, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the smell of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. 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 fingers through my haircloth, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other deal 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 making love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and depravation .