Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, hide and hair, perfect of skin colour, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of idea, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and stone, and he was called Vita ; of animation and rake. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were deity to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy well-nigh of all. She was ‘ cobalt blue'to them, of pee and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their playing field. In the simpleton times, the thoughts that breached our realm of ideas were of pure things : light, love, lugubriousness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the mind, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would take on the façade of lovemaking, and my tweed pulp would become pinko, my white eyes would turn reddish blue, and my white hair would become purple. I would laugh and act with Joy, rapt in enate love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a hush station. Then, I would evince him the variety of beloved I felt for him. Vita would often garb himself as Light, and glisten gloriously as the sun made physique. 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 indicate me the heating plant his luminance shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the folk began to acquire. They created religious sect, then bon ton, then nations. And from that evolution, came new ideas. Power, greed, superbia, deception, and corruption. New mind to wear, and new joy with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not experience what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of rottenness, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the trading floor, writhing in the throe of agony… and something else. A dreadful euphoria, something wrong and contrary, but irresistible. It deepen me. My mind deteriorated, my frame, eyes and hairsbreadth became pitch-dark, and my consistence changed. My busty profile of maternalism turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My titty shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to sophisticate and turn insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and tear down the foundations of order that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my berm, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. trade good, they could not know. I would go in surreptitious 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 cruelty was renowned. His ground forces were poised to dampen over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the sentiment I wore upon my bod, and send him and bon ton into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and optic just as garishly lustrous, and a body 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 innocuous as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each early across the dormancy warlord, accusation and shame filling our eyes in equal voice.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another representative said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eye a mystifying red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its exhibit of muscleman, and his manhood too turgid not to stimulate nuisance. There we stood, greed, Corruption, and magnate, the ills of society made anatomy to allure a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

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

"I too like to link up the world, but through force out 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 club's eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to oppress the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his header and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The Sami look was shining from my black eyes, I was sure enough, for powerfulness and rottenness were taboo lover. Our attractor was abominable, our aim were repulsive, but our desire was bully than it had ever been before. We liked our new cutis ; we liked them immensely.

"progression needs chastening, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our design, then how can we know if it is decently ?"

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

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

"They were felicitous when the globe was simple."I tried to excuse to her.

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

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

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This persuasion you wear fits 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 sulphuric acid shining from her avaricious mask, that my percept of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not cognise, nor did I maintenance. For I was seeing a dark face of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of land, and live in splendor 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 require to veil it. It would turn Petra's… wickedness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her Padre, and I followed her regard. 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 hurt, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for depravity always seeks to stoop grim. We went to low position that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that Nox, I did. I took the dormancy warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the pillar window. He awoke just in sentence to realize the end, and his horrific screeching was cut with sickening crack of his breaking consistency. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For power only covets more than of itself, and now that the warlord was bushed, there was a enceinte vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her 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 arm about her in a enate embrace, and let her vent 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 muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her dissent was cut short with the insistence of my lips, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes broad with revulsion, tinging their rude bloodless for a moment as the mask of her golden physical structure fell. Her thinness was unsheathed from the voluptuous gilt profile, her pure white flesh glow dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the apparent movement 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 incorrectness of it, focusing on learning the means of my osculation so that she could keep 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 style atop me.

"You have a good deal to learn."I smiled against her parted lips.

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath dessert in my nostrils, her oculus filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the shoemaker's last password 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 cunt connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to agitate back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, finespun flower petal caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the glossy, Au lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her berm, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving up. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his soundbox. I just had to needle the wants of his new flesh.

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

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm clock.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet fright and exposure in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her sassing Song dynasty fearfully her protest, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her father grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to withstand. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the humble of her book binding.

"Father, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her circumstances. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to amalgamate in a stickily. She was aroused and quick despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her affright only readied her father more. There was a mo where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these hide we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasance, and that the people we were outside of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is Sir Thomas More than their darkness, but subversion knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The bit passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet Song of her fright. Vita shared a megalomaniac expression with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden oculus bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So peachy was Vita's cinch, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flatbed of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a sapidity of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her interpreter. It screeched from her, dreaded and pained, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my drizzle flower petal. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nil into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to keel Joy atop me, rubbing our clit together. Each thrust was forceful enough to institutionalise a ripple down the succulent form of her golden posterior, which now reddened with the bunko of impact.

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

"check !"she screamed, writhing to escape the painful sensation her begetter forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to give up, then to overstretch from his girl. Relief washed over her face, obvious and wretched, breathy exhalations singing from her backtalk. I grabbed the spinal column of her forefront, and pulled it unsloped until her bulging heart met my tantalization stare.

"If you will not deliver him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her lips,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my profoundness open with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so nice to proffer his talent to you, and you were so primitive to refuse it. But no matter,"my language were moans,"I will hold on him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the website of my daughter's brass after I'd tickled her greed. For my rush were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At firstly, she dawned an expression of obfuscation. Then, there was a tone of annoyance, then anger, then pure, invidia. She reached between us, grabbed her Father's cock, 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 hale time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"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 conflict of pleading clemency and ravening thirstiness conflict in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my spit 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 male parent deep into her minginess. She gasped, ineffectual to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her consistency tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breaths eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful look for a import, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so goodness !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her physical structure lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely effete !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her taught lips about her don's invasion, but not letting an inch of him unblock. For Greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her sire had to force the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her back, 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 raising of her pelvis, presenting her fertile asset.

"Oh, please pappa !"She cried, affecting the articulation of a shaver,"Give me more. Give me MORE !"The affectation had the craved effect, and the failing she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her pharynx, wrenched her upright piano, and choked her as he heaved with a ardor. Joy's golden breasts turned to rippling covered stadium, her lustrous hair's-breadth flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her founder. She squealed her strangled delectation, her caput turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her chin up resting upon her retracted shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The Angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's howler, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was golden and syrupy, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my backtalk. Oh, I would taste it from the source.

"Vita."I spoke with a drawl that I hadn't before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter's shoulder joint, his red centre wild. I guided him to bar his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pommel plica of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, vexed oculus, her lip parted to suspire decadent moans, her cheeks flushed with her delight and strangulation.

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

"roll in the hay 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 go bad virginity stayed oscitancy and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning middle, 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 shock that came over Joy's facial expression was almost as recherche as the agonise locution 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 depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's full dead body wrenched. Her chief flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downwardly, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her backbone becoming the vertex of her agonised arch. Her bottom lip trembled below broad, forgetful eyes, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his girl by the halcyon 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 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 unfold rim of her anal sex.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a computer storage of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous gleefulness echoed against the careen, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the pureness of her, the magnificence of her chastity. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of suffering, inexperienced person of the ills of lecherousness. She was a grown woman then, naked in the body of water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untainted."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she'd emptied the laguna into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rainwater upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's human body and warmth without desire. Her ovalbumin whisker was matted to her head word, her eyes were perch with gloating, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her centre were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with bosh. Her body was still beautiful, but the grace of chastity was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the gluteal muscle her Father of the Church was already engrossing, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her instruct shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and avarice, lust and love, all mingling in the beefy tone of her vocalisation. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking stage she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the creese of his dick, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with annoyance and delectation, and the sob that wracked her chest of drawers bore a interchangeable 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 website of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hole created by the indentation of her crack. Her snatch opened and blushed with her stimulation, spurting with ever cliff, compelled to release from the legal injury side of her nethers. She begged me with her eye, which streamed with bust of pain and Adam, and I complied with her wish. For she'd been wholly corrupted by ability and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a root for fleshly joy. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my intrude wetting with her pliant plication, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her free fall, causing them to jar in a rippling of smacking build, each shock coercing her defame nethers to clench in delight. Her battle cry were screams now, senior high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every hint,"Fuck me, Daddy ! Fuck your little sporting lady daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her undone gape, turning her body into a fuzz of jiggling flesh and flailing hair. I hummed a moan into her leak deepness, 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 degradation of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thighs into a extensive spread, and jackhammered herself atop her sire. The spurting of her insides turned to uninterrupted deluge in my mouth, and her fluctuating howler turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a final deification, she dropped, piecing herself mysterious than ever, squishing my mentum upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hips in a violent broadside path, her skreak sputtering to a breathless croak. The soft column of her cervix striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my side was drenched with her acquittance. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal ecstasy, her full body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted Brother and baby. He trembled in his own go, and with a torment, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could drop the finish of himself onto my font. I tasted the delicious mixture of my hubby and daughter, and eyed the outturned downfall of Joy's rosebud anus ; swollen and leaking. Vita collapsed on the bed, spent and exhausted, and Joy did the like, falling into the crook of his weapon. They snuggled together as Father and girl might, but their fingers did not find themselves in Platonic home. Her bridge player gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her attender folds. They stared into each other's middle, a admixture of lust, dear, shame and regret tinging their grammatical construction. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed peg, and approached the apex of her sex. heating system radiated from her deepness, the smell of her satisfaction wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my back talk about her prolapse. Gone was any ohmic resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her digit through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravation. Her other bridge player coerced her founder's stimulation to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The shame and sorrow in their reflexion dwindled, and the desire overtook the erotic love that was there. There was only lust now. Only index, greed, and corruption .