Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were clean of optic, skin and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of approximation, those most prevailing in the knowingness of early man. I was called Petra ; of stone and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and ancestry. From our connection came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were Supreme Being to the primeval federation of tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ turquoise'to them, of piss and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their theater of operations. In the dewy-eyed times, the thoughts that breached our kingdom of mind were of virtuous matter : light, lovemaking, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on social occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the aerial realm as something new. I would contract on the façade of sexual love, and my white flesh would get pink, my ovalbumin eyes would become violet, and my white hair's-breadth would become purple. I would laugh and represent with Joy, rapt in maternal love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet lieu. Then, I would show him the form of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as Light, and glitter gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the heat his brightness level shined with.

From our natural endowment and noesis, the clan began to germinate. They created faction, then society, then nation. And from that phylogenesis, came new estimation. Power, greed, pride, conjuring trick, and depravation. New ideas to wear, and new pleasure with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not be intimate what they would do to us. I found the fatal cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My thinker became fevered, my sinew contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throe of agony… and something else. A dreaded euphoria, something incorrect and perverse, but irresistible. It modify me. My idea deteriorated, my physique, eye and hairsbreadth became smutty, and my consistence changed. My full-bosomed profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and pliant as the morals of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple bonce over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent seat perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and deform insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring in out the duskiness 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 hump. I would go in secret to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping room of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His U. S. Army were poised to wash over the domain, and stamp down all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thinking I wore upon my material 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 hairsbreadth and eyes just as garishly glossy, and a physical structure whose supple bend 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 daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, accusation and disgrace filling our middle in adequate parts.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"depravation ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another vocalisation said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyes a thick red, his hilltop bearing overgrown loud hailer, his body exaggerated in its display of muscularity, and his manhood too big not to induce pain. There we stood, covetousness, Corruption, and Power, the ills of order made chassis to invite a warlord for our determination.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the world to create a keen Empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too like to unite the Earth, but through force 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 bon ton's eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to suppress 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 optic that hinted at a very literal and very disconsolate desire. The like look was shining from my pitch-dark oculus, I was for sure, for force and corruption were foreclose lovers. Our attraction was repulsive, our design were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"Progress needs chastisement, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we make out if it is right ?"

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

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

"They were happier when the humans was simple."I tried to explain to her.

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

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This intellection you wear fits 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 instant, seeing her invective shining from her covetous masquerade, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not have sex, nor did I care. For I was seeing a dark side of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendour 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 draw was abhorrent and legal injury, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would need to shroud it. It would become Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hungriness in my eyes, and her leer slowly faded.

"mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his centre half-lidded and gaga, his arousal stirring between his leg. 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 corruptness always seeks to lower oneself small. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hired hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the dormancy warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crack of his breaking dead body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For power only covets Thomas More of itself, and now that the warlord was abruptly, there was a great void of superpower.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her human 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 sleeve about her in a maternal embracement, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no help, for Elementals were god, and the injuries she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her lush wing, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her objection was cut short-circuit with the press of my mouth, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with repulsion, tinging their natural Andrew D. White for a import as the masquerade of her gilded body fell. Her slimness was unsheathed from the voluptuous halcyon profile, her pure white human body glowing dimly. I coerced her grasping nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would have 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 ways of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a creative thinker. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the teat stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breather Sweet in my anterior naris, her optic filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the last word 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 slits connect, and the beading of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to lurch 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 eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her sassing gaping, the lustrous, gilt lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his eyes 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.

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

Joy stopped her revolution, her face stricken with consternation.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the scented 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 Sung dynasty fearfully her dissent, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her founding father grabbed her by the pelvic arch, that Joy finally found the will to jib. She thrashed and twist, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the small of her vertebral column.

"forefather, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her objection only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each faulting causing our connected slits to rub and stir, coercing the ambrosia from our flushing buds to amalgamate 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 consequence where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these skins we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser delight, and that the multitude we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a mortal is more than than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be utter and rattling, but corruptness wanted to see that honour tainted and ravaged. The present moment passed, and I angled my girl's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac expression with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden eye bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So nifty was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's hip. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of private parts upon impertinence. Then, Joy found her phonation. It screeched from her, terrible and hurt, and her Virgo rake dripped from her and onto my dampen petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her founding father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each push was forceful enough to skunk Joy atop me, rubbing our clitoris together. Each jabbing was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent soma of her golden backside, which now reddened with the stings of shock.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with tender finger,"It will experience so good, I promise you. Just take him in, baby-girl."

"layover !"she screamed, writhing to fly the coop the bother her founder forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. relievo washed over her boldness, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her head teacher, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my ribbing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her mouth,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths exposed with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to propose his gift to you, and you were so raw to deny it. But no matter,"my words were moan,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a minute that made me fully embrace depravity, it was the site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my quiver were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At get-go, she dawned an reflection of puzzlement. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then anger, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her father's peter, tore it painfully from my astuteness, then pierced her own. She cried out with the painfulness of it, but she held eye impinging with me the whole sentence, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in agony. I grabbed her rosehip, and guided them backward, watching the battle of pleading mercy and voracious hunger battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her sassing,"You need to have every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her beginner deep into her tightness. She gasped, unable to do by what she'd taken, but unwilling to cede a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her dense breathing place eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a present moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so good !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her consistence 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 hips, lifting one nerve, then the other, stirring her teach lips about her father's invasion, but not letting an column inch of him free. For rapacity was never one to willingly let go of what she'd taken, so her father had to force the outlet. He held her wrist together at the small of her spine, and ravaged her like a fuzz. She lurched atop me, crying out with each ingress, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to lure her forefather with the back-arching acme of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please pappa !"She cried, affecting the part of a child,"spring me more. reach me MORE !"The pose had the in demand event, 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 fervor. Joy's favorable knocker turned to rippling domed stadium, her burnished hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each trigger-happy invasion of her Fatherhood. She squealed her strangled delight, her mind turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her Kuki-Chin resting upon her forswear articulatio humeri, her subdivision flexing behind her backrest. The slant of her incursion allowed for Vita's pecker to pass through my incision, and I moaned in congruence with my girl's screeching, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petal was gold and pasty, and tasted of sweet 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 oculus wild. I guided him to lay off his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried barb, and through the pummeled sheepcote of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, get at eyes, her lip parted to rest decadent moan, her face flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

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

"nookie 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 split up 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 ravishment from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's aspect was almost as exquisite as the agonise locution 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, Virgo the Virgin hole, and Joy's stallion body wrenched. Her school principal flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwardly, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the vertex of her agonised arch. Her bottom lip trembled below spacious, unmindful eyes, and her chest of drawers heaved with do-or-die intakes. Vita took his daughter by the aureate 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 ruination, and my oculus followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottom of her scratch, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory came to me in that second. It was a computer storage of Joy laughing gayly from beside a falls as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her heavy mirthfulness echoed against the rock candy, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her chastity. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of agony, innocent of the ills of lustfulness. She was a full-grown woman then, naked in the piss, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the pattern of her, beautiful, graceful, and unstained."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a waving of her hands, she'd emptied the laguna into the air, and created a liquid carving of me in the sky. She let the weewee rainfall upon us, and we giggled, embracing as female parent and daughter, enjoying each other's chassis and fondness without desire. Her white pilus was matted to her top dog, her eye were alight with mirthfulness, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her fortunate pilus was disheveled, her center were possessed from the summit of her whites, and her sassing were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the goodwill of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her begetter was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The concluding of his cock slid into her instruct shithole, and a shiver ran through her. Her centre rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and avarice, lustfulness and love, all mingling in the Eskimo dog smell of her part. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking pegleg she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her Father of the Church's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease 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 similar duality. And though it seemed to rack 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 insight obscured by the shadowed hole created by the indentation of her scissure. Her pussy opened and blushed with her rousing, spurting with ever cliff, compelled to secrete from the haywire face of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tears of pain in the neck and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishing. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal delight. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my horn in wetting with her pliant folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my question, and forced me mystifying. Vita began to thrust in oppositeness of her fall, causing them to jar in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her cloud nethers to clench in pleasure. Her rallying cry were screams now, eminent, hoarse and dire, filtering through a vox that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"fucking me, daddy ! Fuck your small whore girl !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her body into a blur of jiggling flesh and flail hair's-breadth. I hummed a moan into her leak depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with demand. But I would not exact to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her second joint into a all-encompassing scatter, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my rima oris, and her fluctuating shrieking turned to a uninterrupted shriek in hers. With a final apotheosis, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my married man. She stayed there for a mo, grinding her rosehip in a violent bill way, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The finespun column of her neck striated with tensity, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphory for a breathless bit. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primeval ecstasy, her entire consistence shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her devastate blood brother and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a bane, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could set down the in conclusion of himself onto my face. I tasted the delectable assortment of my hubby and daughter, and eyed the outturned ruin 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 Padre and girl might, but their fingers did not line up themselves in Platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her attendant fold. They stared into each former's eyes, a commixture of lust, dearest, disgrace and regret tinging their manifestation. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed wooden leg, and approached the acme of her sex. Heat radiated from her astuteness, the smell of her expiation wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her descensus. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingerbreadth through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her putrefaction. Her other helping hand coerced her father's stimulation to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his center, biting her glower lip. The shame and regret in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and corruption .