Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of eyes, skin and fuzz, perfective of skin colour, and unmatched in beauty. We were the avatar of approximation, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and Edward Durell Stone, and he was called Vita ; of spirit and roue. 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 most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water and rainwater, and she ensured the monsoons would green their plain. In the simple times, the thoughts that breached our realm of thought were of pure things : light, erotic love, sorrow and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal region as something new. I would take on the façade of dearest, and my ashen flesh would become pink, my Stanford White eyes would become reddish blue, and my white hair would become imperial. I would laugh and encounter with Joy, rapt in maternal erotic love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a tranquility place. Then, I would prove him the variety of love I felt for him. Vita would often fit out himself as Light, and glow gloriously as the sun made flesh. He would bedazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and testify me the heat his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the federation of tribes began to evolve. They created sect, then company, then nations. And from that evolution, came new ideas. Power, covetousness, pride, legerdemain, and depravation. New ideas to outwear, and new joy with which to act. We did not know these matter were evil. We did not know what they would do to us. I found the black-market cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscle contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something legal injury and perverse, but irresistible. It exchange me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and hairsbreadth became pitch-dark, and my physical structure changed. My buxom profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My breasts shrank to supple dome over a belly lined with brawniness, which narrowed to hips that eagre a lush backside perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to squirm and bend insidiously through the judgement of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and tear down the foundations of bon ton that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. Good, they could not know. I would go in secret to the realm of individual, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His Army were poised to wash over the land, and seize all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought process I wore upon my flesh, and send him and club into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another woman there already. She was skinned in atomic number 79, with hair and centre just as garishly lustrous, and a torso whose limber curves were meant to elicit cupidity. 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 early across the sleeping warlord, accusation and ignominy filling our oculus in equate parts.

"covetousness ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another vocalization said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eye a deep red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his soundbox exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too vauntingly not to get painful sensation. There we stood, Greed, rottenness, and Power, the ill of social club made frame to tempt a warlord for our aim.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the earthly concern to create a majuscule empire, and join all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too indirect request to unify the world, 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 wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of beau monde's egg are in one basket. Then, I wish to mash the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his head and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very substantial and very benighted desire. The same feel was shining from my black middle, I was trusted, for power and corruption were proscribed lovers. Our magnet was obscene, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was with child than it had ever been before. We liked our new skin ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

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

"They were happy when the world was simple."I tried to excuse to her.

"rapscallion are glad to snitch 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 endeavor to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his articulation.

"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 moment, seeing her sulphuric acid shining from her avaricious mask, that my sensing of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not cognise, nor did I care. For I was seeing a iniquity incline of Joy, a side that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very mean that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was repulsive and unseasonable, 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 sneer slowly faded.

"female parent ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her founding father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and dotty, his arousal stirring between his ramification. I could see that he wanted to induce me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought encourage putrefaction, for Corruption always seeks to lower oneself modest. We went to low position that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that dark, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the pillar windowpane. He awoke just in prison term to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening scissure of his breaking physical structure. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even peachy. For power only covets Sir Thomas More of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a keen vacuum of power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the windowpane. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with tooth bared, and manic hatred in her heart. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my blazonry about her in a enatic embrace, and let her blowhole her hatred, her duskiness. 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 heftiness worked beneath the human body, and I could not finish myself. I sank my digit into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the crush of my mouth, which opened her own to deliver my lingua. She stared at me, her gilded heart wide with revulsion, tinging their natural gabardine for a instant as the masquerade of her golden body fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her sodding white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the movement of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an trespassing caress. Joy would have found the ordeal traumatic, but avaritia 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 hold open 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 manner atop me.

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

"Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her breather sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Thatch me everything !"She accentuated the last word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her branch about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our twat connect, and the bead of our erogeneity engorge from their hood to wager. I guided her hips to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, soft petals caress the center of her lecherousness. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gilded lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder joint, 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 soma.

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

Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the sweet care and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not cease himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth Song fearfully her protest, her body still curved to fight greedily to mine. It was only when her father grabbed her by the coxa, that Joy finally found the will to hold out. She thrashed and sophisticate, and Vita caught both of her carpus, and pinned them together at the small of her back.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her dissent only entrenched her luck. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected twat to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar 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 mo where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these peel we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the people we were external of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is more than than their duskiness, but corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be thoroughgoing and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that whiteness tainted and ravaged. The present moment passed, and I angled my girl's pelvis upward, relishing the dessert song of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac feel with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her prosperous center bulged, her oral cavity gaped, and her consistency wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of private parts upon impudence. Then, Joy found her vocalisation. It screeched from her, awful and anguish, and her virgin blood dripped from her and onto my drizzle petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering confection cipher into her ear as her male parent pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each jab was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each jab was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent figure of her halcyon backside, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

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

"plosive speech sound !"she screamed, writhing to miss the painfulness her Father-God forced into her. With the fillet of sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. backup washed over her aspect, obvious and pathetic, breathy halitus singing from her lips. I grabbed the rear of her head teacher, and pulled it upright until her bulging center met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her back talk,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depth open up with every in he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to pop the question his natural endowment 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 mo that made me fully embrace corruption, it was the site of my daughter's case after I'd tickled her avarice. For my quiver were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that moment. At world-class, she dawned an saying of puzzlement. Then, there was a looking of annoyance, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her beginner's rooster, tore it painfully from my profoundness, then pierced her own. She cried out with the pain of it, but she held eye link with me the unit sentence, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, face contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy nipper who realized she's taken more into her backtalk than her throat can unsay, Joy's formulation slackened in horror.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to squeak in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the fight of pleading mercy and rapacious hunger battle in her lucky regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my natural language finding her brim,"You need to make 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 closeness. She gasped, unable to cover 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 heavy breaths eased, and her typeface relaxed. It fell into a heedful construction for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smiling.

"It's so good !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its inflexibility to a languid arch, and she tilted her head to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her rosehip, lifting one nerve, then the other, stirring her taught brim about her father's intrusion, but not letting an column inch of him relinquish. For covetousness was never one to willingly dispense with what she'd taken, so her father had to hale the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her spinal column, and ravaged her like a pig. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entering, and whining needfully with each way out, trying to lure her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvic girdle, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a kid,"give me more. kick in me more !"The affectation had the desired result, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his hands around her pharynx, wrenched her good, and choked her as he heaved with a fervour. Joy's golden titty turned to rippling domes, her glossy hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flatbed of her pelvis bulging with each violent encroachment of her forefather. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her shrink back shoulder, her weapon system flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shot to happen through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's scream, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her well up petals was gilded and mucilaginous, and tasted of angelical honey when I brought it to my back talk. Oh, I would try 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 center wild. I guided him to lay off his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled folds of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, rag oculus, her sassing parted to breathe decadent moans, her nerve flushed with her joy and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her Sir Thomas More from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her profoundness,"There are other movement to pursue."

"Fuck you, you old squawk !"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 virginity stayed yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my hubby's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her dampish taint,"I am simply suggesting an ravishment from the rear."

The spirit of shock that came over Joy's grimace was almost as dainty 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 entire dead body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her cover becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her merchant ship lip trembled below wide-cut, vacuous eyes, and her chest heaved with despairing intakes. Vita took his daughter by the halcyon orb 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 lecherousness that started from the bottom of her pussy, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. It was a memory of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall 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 purity of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; nothingness of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown fair sex then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no grossness, nor ignominy. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, elegant, and untainted."picket me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a moving ridge of her workforce, she'd emptied the lagune into the air, and created a liquid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water system rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as female parent and girl, enjoying each former's flesh and warmness without desire. Her white tomentum was matted to her head, her center were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her favourable hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with slobber. Her soundbox 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 father was already riveting, and she spread herself wider. The final of his pecker slid into her taught 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 husky tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the litter, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her father's shaft, 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 botheration and pleasure, 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 indentation of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her foreplay, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong slope of her nethers. She begged me with her middle, which streamed with tears of pain and cristal, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for carnal pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my poke wetting with her malleable folds, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the closed book locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me thick. Vita began to thrust in confrontation of her cliff, causing them to collide in a rippling of smacking physique, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and despairing, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every hint,"piece of ass me, dada ! shtup your short whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her break gape, turning her organic structure into a blur of jiggling pulp and flailing hair. 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 demand to be filled, for my joy was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thigh into a wide of the mark spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her interior turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a final exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sackful of my husband. She stayed there for a instant, grinding her hips in a violent circular course, her yammer sputtering to a breathless croaking. The delicate tower of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic 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 primal ecstasy, her total body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her wasted chum and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could discharge the lastly of himself onto my case. I tasted the delicious mixture 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 twist of his arms. They snuggled together as father and girl might, but their finger's breadth did not recover themselves in platonic berth. Her bridge player gently caressed his prick, and his script trailed finger's breadth through her bid folds. They stared into each former's eyes, a mixture of lustfulness, love, shame and regret tinging their verbal expression. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the peak of her sex. Heat radiated from her depths, the smell of her gratification wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my lips about her prolapse. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her finger through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her turpitude. Her other hand coerced her male parent's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her dispirited 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 .