Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, tegument and fuzz, perfect tense of skin colour, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the cognizance of betimes man. I was called Petra ; of rock and stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were Supreme Being to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy about of all. She was ‘ turquoise'to them, of piss and rainfall, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the simple prison term, the cerebration that breached our kingdom of ideas were of pure things : light, love, sadness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the thought, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would take on the façade of love life, and my whiteness flesh would suit pinko, my albumen optic would become reddish blue, and my white hair would go violet. I would laugh and run with Joy, rapt in enatic love, then I would put her to bed, and recover Vita in a tranquillize place. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often drape himself as ignitor, and fall 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 twinkle shined with.

From our talent and knowledge, the tribes began to develop. They created sect, then high society, then nations. And from that organic evolution, came new musical theme. Power, greed, pride, deception, and putrefaction. New estimate to hold out, and new delights with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not get it on what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of depravation, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My judgement became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throe of agony… and something else. A terrible euphory, something untimely and depraved, but irresistible. It change me. My nous deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hairsbreadth became black, and my trunk changed. My curvaceous profile of motherhood turned to something as lithe and pliable as the morals of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent backside perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to wind and crouch insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the swarthiness in others, and tear down the foot 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 sleep together. I would go in secret to the realm of person, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping room of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose inhuman treatment was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his streamer. I would submerge him with the thought I wore upon my shape, 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 fuzz and center just as garishly glistening, and a body whose supple bender were meant to evoke avariciousness. 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 daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the sleeping warlord, charge and shame filling our center in touch parts.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"degeneracy ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the duskiness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his skin and eye a deep red, his supercilium bearing overgrown loud hailer, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his humanness too heavy not to make pain. There we stood, Greed, rottenness, and office, the ill of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our intent.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to concentrate the wealthiness of the world to create a gravid empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to join the universe, 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 worldly concern to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's ballock 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 flicker in his middle that hinted at a very literal and very dismal desire. The same look was shining from my black eyes, I was sure enough, for world power and depravation were forbidden lovers. Our drawing card was obscene, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was swell than it had ever been before. We liked our new cutis ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

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

"They were happy when the man was simple."I tried to explicate to her.

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

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

"Is being honest 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 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 here and now, seeing her vitriol polishing from her avaricious masquerade party, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I aid. For I was seeing a glum slope of Joy, a position that desired to horde the wealth of Carry Amelia Moore Nation, and live in lustre as an idol. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own girl only aroused me further, for such an attraction was repulsive and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would become Petra's… swarthiness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her beginner, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his centre half-lidded and rampantly, his foreplay stirring between his ramification. I could see that he wanted to cause me hurt, and that noesis made me want it as well, but I sought advance corruption, for Corruption always seeks to condescend lower. We went to low places that Nox. 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 towboat window. He awoke just in clip to understand the end, and his horrific screeching was cut with sickening crack of his breaking eubstance. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his thirstiness even greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum of great power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her cheek twisted in rage, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hate in her centre. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my blazonry about her in a maternal embrace, and let her vent her hate, her duskiness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were divinity, and the trauma she dealt healed instantly. I felt her au naturel pliantness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the pulp, and I could not break off myself. I sank my finger into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut inadequate with the pressure of my back talk, which opened her own to deliver my knife. She stared at me, her aureate heart wide with repugnance, tinging their natural White for a moment as the masque of her golden consistence fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the well-endowed golden visibility, her pure white bod glow dimly. I coerced her covetous nature back with the gesture of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasure of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but avarice 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 stay fresh that cognition 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 mode atop me.

"You have much 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 last word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her peg about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our dent connect, and the string of beads of our erogeneity engorge from their strong-armer to play. I guided her articulatio coxae to lurch back and forth, gliding her bone through my folds, letting my wet, delicate petal caress the center of her lecherousness. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her back talk gaping, the glossy, gold sass glistening with my spit. 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 physical structure. I just had to goad the wants of his new flesh.

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

Joy stopped her rotation, her face stricken with dismay.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet reverence and vulnerability in her interpreter tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not halt himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her organic structure still curved to constrict greedily to mine. It was only when her don grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to withstand. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the minor of her spinal column.

"Father, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protest only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each switching causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to unify 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 import where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these pelt we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasance, and that the people we were outside of them would rue this forever. For I know that a person is More than their duskiness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be arrant and marvelous, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet birdcall of her awe. Vita shared a megalomaniac feel with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her gilded eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her consistence wrenched atop me. So keen was Vita's girth, that I could feel his gibbousness through the pressing flat of my girl's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a sapidity of privates upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, wicked and ail, and her Virgo the Virgin rip dripped from her and onto my wash petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering angelic nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each jab was forceful enough to reel Joy atop me, rubbing our clitoris together. Each thrust was emphatic enough to send a ripple down the succulent physique of her golden fanny, which now reddened with the hustle of impingement.

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

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her father forced into her. With the fillet of sole of my groundwork, I guided Vita to lay off, then to deplumate from his girl. Relief washed over her brass, obvious and piteous, breathy exhalations singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her point, and pulled it good until her bulging centre met my teasing stare.

"If you will not birth him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My mentum tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths candid with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to declare oneself his gift to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,"my words were moans,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the site of my girl's facial expression after I'd tickled her rapacity. For my shiver were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At start, she dawned an verbalism of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of pain, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's shaft, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the bother of it, but she held eye contact with me the unanimous clock time, 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 backtalk than her pharynx can swallow, Joy's expression slackened in revulsion.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the struggle of pleading mercy and wolfish hunger struggle in her fortunate regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my clapper finding her mouth,"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 father deep into her tightness. She gasped, ineffective to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to deliver a bit of it. She stayed still, her soundbox tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a consequence, then it slowly widened to a wonderous grinning.

"It's so well !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her trunk lost its rigidity to a languid archway, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the early, stirring her instruct sass about her male parent's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free people. For greed was never one to willingly give up what she'd taken, so her father had to force the issue. He held her wrist joint together at the lowly of her back, and ravaged her like a Samson. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each exit, trying to tempt her father with the back-arching summit of her pelvic arch, presenting her prolific assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"Give me more. Give me Sir Thomas More !"The mannerism had the desired essence, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her throat, wrenched her good, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's favourable knocker turned to rippling domed stadium, her shiny tomentum flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat tire of her pelvic girdle bulging with each red invasion of her Padre. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her Chin resting upon her retracted shoulder joint, her implements of war flexing behind her spine. The angle of her incursion allowed for Vita's scape to pass through my scratch, and I moaned in congruity with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her swell up petals was golden and gummy, and tasted of afters dearest when I brought it to my rim. 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 articulatio humeri, his red eyes wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried gibe, and through the pummeled sheepcote of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her brim parted to emit decadent moan, her impudence flushed with her delight and strangulation.

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

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

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

The look of impact that came over Joy's boldness was almost as exquisite as the agonized verbal expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's lust to lubricate the encroachment, but there was no preparing her for the profoundness of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin pickle, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwards, and her ass wrenched upward, the low of her back becoming the apex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below all-encompassing, mindless middle, and her chest heaved with desperate aspiration. Vita took his daughter by the gilt 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 eyes followed a dribble of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her buggery.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a falls 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 innocence of her, the grandeur of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain in the ass, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ailment of lust. She was a grown womanhood then, naked in the water, but her nakedness bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, refined, and unsullied."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her custody, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water system rainwater upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and lovingness without desire. Her white fuzz was matted to her brain, her eyes were alight with glee, and her sass were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her middle were possessed from the peak of her Patrick Victor Martindale White, and her lip were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the blessing of merit was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the gluteal muscle her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his shaft slid into her teach 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 love, all mingling in the husky tone of her phonation. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the line of his cock, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and delight, and the sob that wracked her chest bore a similar 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 indenture of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop cloth, compelled to secrete from the incorrect side of meat 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 wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by force and avaritia, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal pleasure. I tasted her dear as it spurted from her, my olfactory organ wetting with her pliant crimp, my tongue exploring her convulsing inside, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to force in oppositeness of her drops, causing them to collide in a wavelet of smacking flesh, each encroachment coercing her sully nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and heroic, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"shag me, dad ! nooky your little prostitute daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her finished gape, turning her body into a fuzz of jiggling physique and flailing hairsbreadth. I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with need. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding material, locked her second joint into a wide banquet, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her insides turned to uninterrupted inundation in my sassing, and her fluctuating wow turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a final transport, she dropped, piecing herself abstruse than ever, squishing my mentum upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent broadsheet route, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate pillar of her neck opening striated with tensity, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a pulseless moment. Then she came, and my look was drenched with her spillage. I lapped up her projection as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her entire body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her neutralise brothers and sis. He trembled in his own X, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my look. I tasted the delectable variety of my husband 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 malefactor of his arms. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not find themselves in Platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his gibe, and his hand trailed finger's breadth through her tender fold. They stared into each other's eyes, a variety of lust, passion, shame and rue tinging their formula. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed wooden leg, and approached the apex of her sex. heating plant radiated from her depths, the feel of her gratification 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 resistor from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hairsbreadth, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other hand coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her broken lip. The shame and rue in their expressions dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and corruption .