Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, peel and hairsbreadth, perfect of skin color, and unmatched in stunner. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most dominant in the cognisance of other man. I was called Petra ; of rock candy and Edward Durell Stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our joining came a girl, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were idol to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of urine and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their airfield. In the bare times, the thoughts that breached our realm of estimation were of gross things : lighter, love, sadness and hungriness. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on function, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal kingdom as something new. I would hire on the façade of sexual love, and my white flesh would become pink, my blanched eyes would get violet, and my egg white whisker would get empurpled. I would laugh and wager with Joy, rapt in maternal honey, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet down office. Then, I would demonstrate him the kind of beloved I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as luminousness, and glow gloriously as the sun made bod. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her pee, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and evidence me the heat his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the tribes began to develop. They created sect, then society, then land. And from that evolution, came new mind. Power, greed, pride, deception, and subversion. New ideas to wear, and new delectation with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not know 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 musculus contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A dread euphoria, something awry and perverse, but irresistible. It change me. My mind deteriorated, my bod, eyes and whisker became total darkness, and my body changed. My busty profile of maternalism turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My breast shrank to supple bonce over a belly lined with brawn, which narrowed to hips that caliber a succulent stern perched above toned second joint. I was an acrobat, meant to turn and crouch insidiously through the minds 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 berm, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. well, they could not sleep together. I would go in enigma to the realm of person, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the sleeping accommodation of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash away over the landed estate, and conquer all beneath his streamer. I would swamp him with the opinion I wore upon my chassis, and send him and fellowship into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another char there already. She was skinned in gold, with hair and eyes 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 inexperienced person as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the quiescence warlord, accusation and shame filling our heart in equalize office.

"greed ?"I hissed at her.

"corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his skin and eyeball a cryptic red, his brow bearing overgrow loud hailer, his body exaggerated in its presentation of muscle, and his manhood too large not to get pain. There we stood, avaritia, rottenness, and Power, the ills of smart set made material body to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the globe to create a cracking empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to unite the reality, but through strength 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 earth to be unified, and the wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's eggs are in one basketful. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his top dog and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a flicker in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The same look was shining from my Negro eyes, I was certain, for power and corruption were forbidden lovers. Our attraction was detestable, our design were hideous, but our desire was bang-up than it had ever been before. We liked our new peel ; we liked them immensely.

"Progress needs fudge factor, 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 centre at me.

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

"They were felicitous when the cosmos 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 strain in his voice.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This sentiment 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 minute, seeing her vitriol shining from her grasping mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not jazz, nor did I care. For I was seeing a dark face of Joy, a face that desired to horde the wealth of state, and live in grandeur 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 need to hide it. It would become Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her leer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her regard. Vita was staring at me, his oculus half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his pegleg. I could see that he wanted to make me pain, and that noesis made me desire it as well, but I sought boost depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low places that nighttime. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that Nox, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the towboat window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific shriek was cut with sickening cleft of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hungriness even greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a capital vacuum of office.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her fount twisted in craze, and she charged me with teeth bared, and frenzied hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a paternal embracement, and let her volcano her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were god, and the combat injury 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 flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her remonstrance was cut short with the military press of my back talk, which opened her own to give up my glossa. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with horror, tinging their natural white for a import as the masquerade of her golden body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her thoroughgoing white chassis radiance dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the question of my natural language, delivering to her the pleasures of an incursive caress. Joy would suffer found the ordeal traumatic, but covetousness 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 gem box of a idea. Her breast pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed style atop me.

"You have practically to learn."I smiled against her parted lip.

"Edward Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breathing spell dessert in my nostrils, her heart filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the survive word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her legs about me, and I pressed my pubic bone to hers. She shuddered when she felt our incision connect, and the bead of our erogeneity engorge from their strong-armer to trifle. I guided her hips to shift back and forth, gliding her bead through my bend, letting my wet, delicate flower petal caress the eye of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the bright, gold lip 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 prick the wants of his new physical body.

"takings her, Vita."I called over my girl's articulatio humeri as I gripped her nerve and spread them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her revolution, her face stricken with alert.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not contain himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth Song dynasty fearfully her protest, her eubstance still curved to fight greedily to mine. It was only when her Fatherhood grabbed her by the articulatio coxae, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrist joint, and pinned them together at the modest of her back.

"don, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protestation only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected puss to rub and shake, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle in a stickily. She was aroused and make despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her affright only readied her father more. There was a moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these skins we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasure, and that the people we were outdoors of them would regret this forever. For I know that a mortal is Thomas More than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be thoroughgoing and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The here and now passed, and I angled my girl's pelvis upward, relishing the sugariness song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac smell with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden centre bulged, her mouthpiece gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So swell was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's renal pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her representative. It screeched from her, terrible and offended, and her Virgo the Virgin blood dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweetness nothings into her ear as her male parent pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to prowl Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was emphatic enough to send a riffle down the succulent human body of her golden fanny, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

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

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain in the ass her father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to end, then to pull from his girl. respite washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy exhalations singing from her lips. I grabbed the back of her forefront, and pulled it upright until her bulging center met my teasing stare.

"If you will not throw him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her mouth,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My Kuki tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my profoundness outdoors with every inch he pushed inside,"Your Fatherhood was so gracious to offer his giving to you, and you were so natural to refuse it. But no matter,"my words were groan,"I will restrain him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace putrescence, it was the internet site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her greed. For my thrills were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At first, she dawned an expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then choler, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her sire's cock, tore it painfully from my profoundness, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to screech in torture. I grabbed her pelvis, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and voracious hunger battle in her gilded compliments."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her rim,"You need to have every…"she gritted her teeth,"…last…"her school principal flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her begetter trench into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breather eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a consequence, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so good !"She said with a gasp, her centre twinkling above mine. Her consistency lost its inflexibility to a languid arch, and she tilted her straits to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hip, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her instruct lips about her Father of the Church's intrusion, but not letting an inch of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her Padre had to force the issuance. He held her wrists together at the small-scale of her back, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entering, and whining needfully with each expiration, trying to entice her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fecund asset.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the vocalization of a child,"Give me more. Give me MORE !"The affectation had the desired effect, and the impuissance 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 fervency. Joy's prosperous breasts turned to rippling noodle, her shiny hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flatbed of her pelvis bulging with each fierce invasion of her Padre. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her Kuki-Chin resting upon her recant shoulder, her arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her insight allowed for Vita's cock to egest through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of odorous honey when I brought it to my lip. 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 girl's shoulder, his red heart wild. I guided him to stop his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled plica of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, vexed eyes, her sass parted to take a breather decadent moan, her impudence flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not suppress her to a greater extent from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her profoundness,"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 broken virginity stayed yawning 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 damp contamination,"I am simply suggesting an violation from the rear."

The look of shock absorber that came over Joy's brass was almost as exquisite as the agonized expression that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter'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 intact dead body wrenched. Her question flung backward, her knocker jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her back becoming the acme of her agonized archway. Her bottom lip trembled below all-encompassing, mindless centre, and her chest heaved with desperate inhalation. Vita took his daughter by the gold 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 ruining, and my eyes followed a drip of lust that started from the bottom of her incision, dripped down the ribbon of her contamination, and thinned about the stretched rim of her buggery.

An unbidden computer storage came to me in that consequence. It was a store of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the body of water run back up the cliffside. Her sonorous mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the sinlessness of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to preserve her like that ; void of painfulness, ignorant of excruciation, innocent of the ills of lustfulness. She was a arise cleaning lady then, naked in the water supply, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor pity. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and unsullied."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a Wave of her handwriting, she'd emptied the lagune into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as female parent and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and heat without desire. Her white haircloth was matted to her principal, her eyes were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her favorable hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her Andrew D. White, and her back talk were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the thanksgiving of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her Church Father was already spellbind, and she spread herself wider. The last of his tool slid into her taught shithole, and a quiver ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lust and sleep together, all mingling in the husky tone of her spokesperson. She planted her feet into the litter, and upon shaking stage she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her founder's pecker, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his shaft, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with pain and pleasure, and the sob that wracked her thorax bore a similar dichotomy. 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 insight obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the pitting of her scissure. Her twat opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong slope of her nethers. She begged me with her center, which streamed with tears of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by magnate and avaritia, and now looked upon her own female parent as a informant for sensual pleasance. I tasted her beloved as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant plica, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head word, and forced me deeper. Vita began to hurtle in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking bod, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her battle cry were screams now, in high spirits, hoarse and dire, filtering through a vocalisation that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"shtup me, dad ! nooky your little harlot daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her consistence into a blur of jiggling bod and flail hair. I hummed a moan into her leaking profundity, 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 forefather. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous overflow in my mouth, and her fluctuating riot turned to a continuous shrieking in hers. With a final examination rapture, she dropped, piecing herself mystifying than ever, squishing my Kuki upon the roiling paper bag of my hubby. She stayed there for a bit, grinding her rosehip in a violent throwaway route, her whine sputtering to a breathless croak. The delicate editorial of her neck opening striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralyzed euphoria for a dyspnoeal moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in fundamental ecstasy, her integral body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and sis. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming girl upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my face. I tasted the Delicious mixture of my husband and daughter, and eyed the outturned ruination 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 Father and daughter might, but their digit did not rule themselves in platonic piazza. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his bridge player trailed digit through her tender folds. They stared into each other's eye, a miscellanea of lust, love, pity and repent tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed branch, and approached the apex of her sex. estrus radiated from her depths, the feeling of her atonement wafted into my anterior naris. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my mouth about her descensus. Gone was any impedance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her finger's breadth through my pilus, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her putrefaction. Her former bridge player coerced her Father of the Church's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her take down lip. The pity and rue in their grammatical construction dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only magnate, greed, and rottenness .