Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, tegument and fuzz, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in looker. We were the embodiment of musical theme, those most prevalent in the cognizance of betimes man. I was called Petra ; of stone and gemstone, and he was called Vita ; of life history and bloodline. From our joining came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were gods to the primeval federation of tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water system and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the dim-witted prison term, the view that breached our region of mind were of gross things : Christ Within, making love, gloominess 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 ethereal realm as something new. I would take on the façade of lovemaking, and my whitened flesh would suit pink, my Edward White eyes would become violet, and my clean hair would become violet. I would laugh and recreate with Joy, rapt in parental love, then I would put her to bed, and observe Vita in a quiet topographic point. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made shape. He would bedazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her H2O, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the rut his lighter shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to evolve. They created religious sect, then society, then res publica. And from that phylogeny, came new mind. Power, covetousness, pride, deception, and putridness. New ideas to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these matter were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the blackness cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my brawniness contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the storey, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A dire euphory, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my form, eyes and tomentum became melanize, and my body changed. My busty profile of maternal quality turned to something as lithe and flexible as the ethical motive of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that drill hole a succulent ass perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to rick and turn insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and snap down the understructure of companionship that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. commodity, they could not know. I would go in surreptitious to the land of mortal, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to launder over the land, and stamp down all beneath his banner. I would submerge him with the thought I wore upon my pulp, and send him and smart set into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with tomentum and oculus just as garishly lustrous, and a eubstance whose supple curves were meant to evoke avarice. 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 girl immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and ignominy filling our center in rival theatrical role.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another part said from the dark, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eyeball a rich red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his eubstance exaggerated in its presentation of musculus, and his humanity too big not to cause annoyance. There we stood, Greed, degeneracy, and might, the ills of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralise the wealthiness of the world to create a outstanding empire, and link up all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too indirect request 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 human race to be unified, and the wealthiness to be centralized. I wish this so that all of guild's orchis are in one field goal. Then, I wish to squelch 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 center that hinted at a very real and very glum desire. The same spirit was shining from my black eye, I was for sure, for might and rottenness were taboo lover. Our attractive force was detestable, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was capital than it had ever been before. We liked our new tegument ; 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 have it away if it is correct ?"

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

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

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

"Monkeys are happy to crap in their hands."Joy scoffed.

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear conniption you like a boxing 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 vitriol shining from her avaricious mask, that my perceptual experience of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I care. For I was seeing a obscure side of Joy, a slope that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in magnificence as an beau ideal. It aroused me, and the very consider that I would be sexually attracted to my own girl only aroused me further, for such an attraction was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would need to enshroud it. It would become Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my centre, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her begetter, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his foreplay stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further degeneracy, for Corruption always seeks to bow lower. We went to low blank space 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 pillar windowpane. He awoke just in clock time to make the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening sally of his breaking dead body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his thirst even greater. For business leader only covets More of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacancy of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her cheek twisted in madness, and she charged me with dentition bared, and frenzied hatred in her optic. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my coat of arms about her in a maternal embracement, and let her release 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 naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscle worked beneath the flesh, and I could not halt myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut shortly with the military press of my lips, which opened her own to deliver my lingua. She stared at me, her golden heart wide with horror, tinging their natural white for a present moment as the mask of her gold physical structure fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her pure white human body radiance dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the apparent movement of my natural language, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would take in found the ordeal traumatic, but avaritia wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the means of my osculation so that she could stay fresh that knowledge 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 breath confection in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the finally Son with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our prick connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoodlum to wreak. I guided her pelvic girdle to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petal caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her center glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gilt lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upwardly. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his consistency. I just had to goad the wants of his new form.

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

Joy stopped her whirling, her typeface stricken with dismay.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her phonation tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not break himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her torso still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her forefather grabbed her by the hip joint, that Joy finally found the will to defy. She thrashed and twist, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her cover.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her destiny. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and have, 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 scare 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 repent this forever. For I know that a person is Sir Thomas More than their iniquity, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be unadulterated and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet song of her veneration. Vita shared a megalomaniac tone with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her gilded eyes bulged, her backtalk gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So not bad was Vita's cinch, that I could finger his bump through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvic arch. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of fork upon boldness. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, severe and pain, and her Virgo the Virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moisten petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering dulcet zip into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to prowl Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each stab was emphatic enough to air a riffle down the succulent flesh of her golden tail, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender finger,"It will feel so respectable, I promise you. Just involve him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to escape the botheration her father forced into her. With the sole of my infantry, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. backup man washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy breathing out singing from her sassing. I grabbed the book binding of her head, and pulled it good until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will involve him from you."I whispered on her mouth,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My Kuki-Chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths open with every inch he pushed inside,"Your founder was so gracious to offer his endowment to you, and you were so unmannerly to deny it. But no affair,"my language were groan,"I will go on him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace depravation, it was the web 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 mo. At initiatory, she dawned an formulation of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoying, then anger, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her begetter's hammer, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole clip, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to yawp in agony. I grabbed her hip joint, and guided them backward, watching the fight of pleading mercifulness and esurient hunger battle in her golden wish."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 head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her founder deep into her tightness. She gasped, ineffective to wield what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender 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 heedful facial expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so unspoilt !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her trunk lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her rosehip, lifting one cheek, then the early, stirring her instruct sass about her beginner's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For rapacity was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her founder had to hale the topic. He held her wrist together at the small of her rachis, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to entice her father with the back-arching aggrandizement of her pelvic girdle, presenting her fertile plus.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a nestling,"springiness me more. Give me more !"The affectation had the craved 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 ardour. Joy's aureate titty turned to rippling bonce, her lustrous fuzz flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent intrusion of her Father-God. She squealed her strangled pleasure, her straits turned to gaze rapturously at her polluter, her Chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her subdivision flexing behind her cover. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's rotating shaft to run through my prick, and I moaned in congruence with my girl's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her intumesce petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet 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 girl's shoulder, his red centre wild. I guided him to arrest his drive, and ran my fingers along his half-buried spear, and through the biff crease of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, nark eyes, her lips parted to rest decadent moans, her buttock flushed with her pleasance and strangulation.

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

"Fuck you, you old kick !"Joy snapped,"He doesn't want you anymore ! He belongs to me now !"

"You mistake me, daughter."I chuckled lowly, admiring the way her humbled virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The look of jounce that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonise expression 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 deepness of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgo hole, and Joy's entire soundbox 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 peak of her agonized archway. Her bottom lip trembled below blanket, vacuous oculus, and her breast heaved with do-or-die intakes. Vita took his daughter by the prosperous globes of her wing, 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 eyes followed a slobber of lecherousness that started from the seat of her twat, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the debase rim of her anal intercourse.

An unbidden memory came to me in that present moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the urine run back up the cliffside. Her heavy mirth echoed against the rock 'n' roll, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the grandeur of her moral excellence. I remembered that I vowed to observe her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of distress, innocent of the ills of lecherousness. She was a grown womanhood then, naked in the water system, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."sentinel me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hand, she'd emptied the laguna into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and warmth without desire. Her Patrick Victor Martindale White hair was matted to her header, her eyes were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her lucky hair's-breadth was disheveled, her eye were possessed from the tops of her whiteness, and her back talk were trembling and leaking with twaddle. Her body was still beautiful, but the grace of sexual morality was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already grip, and she spread herself wider. The final of his stopcock slid into her taught shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."sentry me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lecherousness and love, all mingling in the burly tone of her voice. She planted her metrical foot into the bedding, and upon shaking ramification she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her Father-God's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his turncock, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with painful sensation and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a alike 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 penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indent of her crack. Her kitty opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drib, compelled to release from the ill-timed side of meat of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with teardrop of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her regard. For she'd been wholly corrupted by baron and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a beginning for carnal pleasance. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant congregation, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the arcanum locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to thrust in Opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a riffle of smacking form, each impact coercing her cloud nethers to clench in delectation. Her war cry were screams now, high, husky and desperate, filtering through a vox that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breathing time,"Fuck me, Daddy ! screwing your little whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling chassis and flail fuzz. I hummed a moan into her leak profoundness, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with pauperization. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasance was begot only from the debasement of my girl. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thigh into a panoptic spreadhead, and jackhammered herself atop her sire. The spurting of her inside turned to continuous torrent in my mouth, and her fluctuating thigh-slapper turned to a uninterrupted shrieking in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself mysterious than ever, squishing my Kuki-Chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her pelvic arch in a violent circular course, her yammer spattering to a breathless croaking. The delicate editorial of her neck opening striated with stress, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a dyspnoeic consequence. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her riddance as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her total soundbox shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his girl's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and babe. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my human face. I tasted the delicious intermixture of my husband and girl, 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 same, falling into the outlaw of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in platonic billet. Her hand gently caressed his spear, and his hand trailed fingers through her supply ship bend. They stared into each other's middle, a mixture of luxuria, love, shame and rue tinging their grammatical construction. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed wooden leg, and approached the peak of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the olfactory perception of her satisfaction wafted into my anterior naris. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my head of hair, and drew me deeper into her depravation. Her former helping hand coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eye, biting her depress lip. The shame and rue in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the dear that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, rapacity, and corruption .