Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were lily-white of center, skin and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the avatar of mind, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our connexion came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were divinity to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the simple times, the opinion that breached our kingdom of musical theme were of pure things : illumination, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the aerial realm as something new. I would occupy on the façade of beloved, and my white soma would turn pink, my whitened eyes would become violet, and my Patrick White fuzz would get imperial. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a tranquillize place. Then, I would demonstrate him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often raiment himself as luminosity, and glisten gloriously as the sun made physical body. 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 show me the heat his light shined with.

From our endowment and knowledge, the tribes began to evolve. They created religious order, then society, then land. And from that evolution, came new approximation. great power, greed, pride, deception, and putrescence. New melodic theme to wear, and new delights with which to act. We did not have a go at it these matter were evil. We did not get laid what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of putridness, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my brawniness contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A unspeakable euphoria, something wrongly and contrary, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my physique, eyes and tomentum became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous visibility of pregnancy turned to something as lithe and whippy as the morality of my newfound form. My titty shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that gauge a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the judgment of man. I desired only to make for out the darkness in others, and tear 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. Good, they could not know. I would go in orphic to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose ruthlessness was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my flesh, and send him and social club into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in Au, with haircloth and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a body whose supple bender were meant to evoke avarice. She seemed unsure of herself, and well she should, for she was a virgin, but apparently not as impeccant as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and ignominy filling our centre in equal parts.

"Greed ?"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 eyebrow bearing overgrown loud hailer, his body exaggerated in its exhibit of muscularity, and his manhood too large not to get painfulness. There we stood, Greed, putrescence, and Power, the ailment of smart set made flesh to charm a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the riches of the world to create a great empire, and link all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father-God ?"

"I too wish to unite the humankind, but through effect 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 macrocosm to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of gild's bollock are in one basket. Then, I wish to squelch 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 eyes that hinted at a very veridical and very glum desire. The same look was shining from my black eyes, I was for certain, for business leader and corruption were foreclose lovers. Our attractor was odious, our design were abhorrent, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"advancement needs correction, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our intent, then how can we eff if it is right ?"

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

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

"They were well-chosen when the Earth was simple."I tried to explain to her.

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

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

"Is being confessedly 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 mo, seeing her vitriol shining from her avaricious mask, 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 drear side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the riches of nations, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very thought 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 want to shroud it. It would become Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her part unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and gaga, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to stimulate me ail, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop grim. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a handwriting on one of our parents, but that Nox, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in metre to realize the end, and his horrific riot was cut with sickening fling of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hungriness even slap-up. For index only covets More of itself, and now that the warlord was abruptly, there was a great vacuum cleaner of office.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her expression twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a enatic embrace, and let her blowhole her hate, her swarthiness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the accidental injury she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the soma, and I could not quit myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent wing, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the press of my brim, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her gilt eyes wide of the mark with repulsion, tinging their lifelike white for a moment as the mask of her golden soundbox fell. Her slightness was unsheathed from the curvy golden profile, her stark white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my spit, delivering to her the pleasance of an trespassing caress. Joy would make found the ordeal traumatic, but avarice wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the slipway of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her bosom pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sugariness in my nostril, her heart filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the last 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 incision connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to shift back and forth, gliding her ivory through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her center glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold rim glistening with my saliva. 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 flesh.

"yield her, Vita."I called over my daughter's berm as I gripped her face and spread them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her gyration, her facial expression stricken with warning signal.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop over 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 hip joint, that Joy finally found the will to defy. She thrashed and squirm, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her back.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her dissent only entrenched her luck. She squirmed atop me, each break causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to commix 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 skins we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasance, and that the hoi polloi we were external of them would repent this forever. For I know that a somebody is to a greater extent than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but putrefaction wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The import passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvic arch upward, relishing the sugariness song of her awe. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her fortunate eyes bulged, her mouthpiece gaped, and her torso wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's cinch, that I could sense his hump through the pressing apartment of my girl's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a savour of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her spokesperson. It screeched from her, terrible 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 begetter pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to swag Joy atop me, rubbing our clitoris together. Each driving force was forceful enough to station a ripple down the succulent physical body of her golden keister, which now reddened with the stings of encroachment.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with bid fingerbreadth,"It will palpate so good, I promise you. Just get him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to get away the pain her father forced into her. With the sole of my groundwork, I guided Vita to cease, then to rive from his daughter. Relief washed over her face, obvious and misfortunate, breathy breathing out singing from her backtalk. I grabbed the spinal column of her point, and pulled it vertical until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her backtalk,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My mentum tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths receptive with every inch he pushed inside,"Your Padre was so gracious to put up his gift to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no thing,"my quarrel were moans,"I will go along him all to myself."

If there was a bit that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the web site of my daughter's expression 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 bewilderment. Then, there was a look of vexation, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's tool, 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 all meter, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in torture. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and edacious hunger battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her mouth,"You need to have every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her head word flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last-place of her father trench into her tightness. She gasped, unable to care what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a bite of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her toilsome intimation eased, and her grimace relaxed. It fell into a paying attention expression for a present moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grinning.

"It's so just !"She said with a gasp, her middle twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid archway, and she tilted her drumhead to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the early, stirring her taught sass about her father's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For avaritia was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her father had to push the result. He held her wrist together at the pocket-sized of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entry, and whining needfully with each expiration, trying to entice her Padre with the back-arching elevation of her hip, presenting her fecund assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the representative of a child,"give me more. Give me MORE !"The affectation had the desired effect, and the failing she portrayed goaded her Fatherhood's power-lust. He wrapped his deal around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's golden breasts turned to rippling noodle, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent intrusion of her Padre. She squealed her strangled delectation, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her polluter, her chin resting upon her resile shoulder, her arms flexing behind her backbone. The slant of her penetration allowed for Vita's beam to go through through my dent, and I moaned in congruousness with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and viscous, and tasted of cherubic honey when I brought it to my mouth. 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, his red centre wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried peter, and through the biff bend of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, gravel eyes, her brim parted to breathe decadent groan, her cheek flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

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

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

The feel of cushion that came over Joy's facial expression was almost as exquisite as the agonise facial expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his girl's lust to lubricate the invasion, but there was no preparing her for the profundity of it. He buried himself into her filthy, Virgin cakehole, and Joy's entire physical structure wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted down, and her ass wrenched upward, the little of her vertebral column becoming the acme of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide-cut, reasonless oculus, and her chest of drawers heaved with desperate intake. Vita took his daughter by the golden 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 ruination, and my eyes followed a drool of luxuria that started from the fanny of her slit, dripped down the thread of her contamination, and thinned about the dilute rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory came to me in that bit. It was a memory board of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water supply run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the John Rock, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her virtuousness. I remembered that I vowed to continue her like that ; void of pain sensation, ignorant of woe, innocent of the complaint of luxuria. She was a uprise fair sex then, naked in the water, but her nudeness bore no vulgarism, nor shame. It was simply the mannequin of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."vigil me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a moving ridge of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the H2O rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's physical body and affectionateness without desire. Her Patrick White hair was matted to her chief, her eyes were climb down with glee, and her mouth were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her middle were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with taradiddle. Her organic structure was still beautiful, but the grace of God of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her Padre was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The death of his rooster slid into her learn shithole, and a frisson ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and covetousness, luxuria and make love, all mingling in the beefy tone of her representative. She planted her ft into the bedclothes, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her beginner's dig, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the creese of his cock, 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 exchangeable 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 land site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indentation of her chap. Her snatch opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong face of her nethers. She begged me with her oculus, which streamed with weeping of pain sensation and Adam, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by mogul and avarice, and now looked upon her own mother as a root for animal pleasance. I tasted her beloved as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant sheepcote, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my brain, and forced me deeper. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her cliff, causing them to jar in a ripple of smacking build, each impingement coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her call were screams now, eminent, husky and heroic, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breathing space,"roll in the hay me, pop ! screw your little whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her break gape, turning her physical structure into a blur of jiggling flesh and thrash hair. I hummed a groan into her leak out profundity, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with motivation. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasance was begot only from the degradation of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thigh into a wide counterpane, and jackhammered herself atop her forefather. The spurting of her interior turned to continuous overflow in my mouthpiece, and her fluctuating screaming turned to a continuous screaming in hers. With a final exam rapture, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her rosehip in a violent circular path, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate chromatography column of her cervix striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a breathless present moment. Then she came, and my expression was drenched with her spillage. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his girl's anus, filling her with her wasted crony and sisters. He trembled in his own hug drug, and with a jinx, he withdrew, lifting his squirming girl upward so that he could unload the final of himself onto my face. I tasted the pleasant-tasting smorgasbord of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned laying waste of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the Saami, falling into the felon of his implements of war. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their finger did not find themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his spear, and his script trailed fingerbreadth through her tender bend. They stared into each other's oculus, a miscellanea of lecherousness, erotic love, shame and regret tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of the sun's way 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 rim about her prolapsus. Gone was any immunity from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my whisker, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her former handwriting coerced her Father of the Church's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her downcast lip. The pity and sorrow in their reflection dwindled, and the desire overtook the passion that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and corruption .