Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were tweed of eyes, pelt and hair, perfect of skin colour, and unmatched in smasher. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most rife in the knowingness of early man. I was called Petra ; of John 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 gods to the primeval kin, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ greenish blue'to them, of water and rainwater, and she ensured the monsoons would green their field of operation. In the simple clip, the sentiment that breached our land of ideas were of pure things : light, dear, sadness 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 get on the façade of Love, and my Andrew D. White flesh would turn pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my Caucasian hair would become violet. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in paternal love, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a quiet place. Then, I would show him the form of love I felt for him. Vita would often raiment himself as spark, and shine 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 light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the kin group began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then nations. And from that phylogenesis, came new ideas. Power, greed, pride, dissimulation, and corruption. New mind to wear thin, and new delight with which to act. We did not hump these things were evil. We did not sleep with what they would do to us. I found the opprobrious cloak of depravation, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My head became fevered, my sinew contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throe of agony… and something else. A direful euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but irresistible. It modify me. My thinker deteriorated, my pulp, eyes and hair became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous profile of maternal quality turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound form. My tit shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that eagre a succulent backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to sprain and bend insidiously through the head of man. I desired only to contribute out the iniquity in others, and charge down the substructure of fellowship that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my articulatio humeri, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. effective, they could not know. I would go in secret to the realm of somebody, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to lave over the realm, and curb all beneath his banner. I would deluge 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 hair and eyes just as garishly lustrous, and a soundbox whose supple curves were meant to elicit avariciousness. 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 former across the sleeping warlord, charge and shame filling our eyes in equal parts.

"rapacity ?"I hissed at her.

"degeneracy ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another articulation said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his cutis and eyeball a mysterious red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too heavy not to cause pain. There we stood, greed, putridness, and Power, the ills of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our purpose.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralize the wealth of the world to create a bang-up empire, and unify all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish to unify the cosmos, but through personnel 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 society's testicle are in one basketful. 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 glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very sullen desire. The same look was shining from my black eyes, I was sure, for power and corruption were prohibited lovers. Our magnet was obscene, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skin ; we liked them immensely.

"Progress needs chastening, or it will run astray."Vita said,"If there is not an antithesis to our purpose, then how can we eff if it is correct ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Is being lawful to our nature all that we should strive to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing strain in his part.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This view you wear paroxysm 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 vitriol shining from her avaricious mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not eff, nor did I care. For I was seeing a dark face of Joy, a position that desired to horde the wealth of commonwealth, and live in splendour as an perfection. 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 repugnant and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would require to shroud it. It would become Petra's… iniquity. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her voice unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and unfounded, his foreplay stirring between his ramification. I could see that he wanted to induce me pain, and that cognition made me want it as well, but I sought further depravity, for Corruption always seeks to bend low-down. We went to low places that Nox. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that nighttime, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in fourth dimension to make the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crack of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even gravid. For power only covets Thomas More of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great emptiness of world power.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in rage, and she charged me with tooth bared, and frenzied hate in her optic. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a enate embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no service, 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 physical body, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her lush wing, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her protest was cut shortsighted with the printing press of my back talk, which opened her own to deliver my spit. She stared at me, her halcyon centre wide with horror, tinging their cancel white for a here and now as the masquerade of her gilded consistence fell. Her slimness was unsheathed from the juicy golden profile, her pure white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her grasping nature back with the gesture of my knife, delivering to her the delight of an incursive caress. Joy would take in found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but avarice wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the inappropriateness of it, focusing on learning the agency of my kiss so that she could hold open that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her titty pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her intimation sweetness in my anterior naris, her eyes filled with desire,"Edward Thatch me everything !"She accentuated the last intelligence with a cry that reflected her indigence. She spread her leg about me, and I pressed my pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our slits connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their tough to play. I guided her hips to change back and forth, gliding her bone through my sheep pen, letting my wet, delicate petal caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her oral fissure gaping, the burnished, gold lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her articulatio humeri, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upwardly. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his consistency. I just had to goad the wants of his new soma.

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

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

"mother, no !"She cried, and the angelic fear and exposure in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not blockade himself, and nor could she, for even though her rima oris Song fearfully her protestation, her body still curved to compress greedily to mine. It was only when her beginner grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her wrists, and pinned them together at the minuscule of her book binding.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her dissent only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected prick to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to unify in a stickily. She was aroused and quick despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her panic 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 pleasures, and that the hoi polloi we were outside of them would rue this forever. For I know that a person is More than their iniquity, but depravity knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but putrefaction wanted to see that pureness tainted and ravaged. The bit passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvic girdle upward, relishing the sweet vocal of her veneration. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her favorable centre bulged, her sassing gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could feel his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvic girdle. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of crotch upon impertinence. Then, Joy found her representative. It screeched from her, terrible and pained, and her virgin line of descent dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering cherubic nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each driving force was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the lush flesh of her gold fundament, which now reddened with the gyp of impact.

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

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to fly the coop the painfulness her Church Father forced into her. With the sole of my substructure, I guided Vita to cease, then to force from his daughter. Relief washed over her aspect, obvious and pathetic, breathy breathing out singing from her backtalk. I grabbed the back of her head, and pulled it upright piano until her bulging eyes met my ribbing stare.

"If you will not cause him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her sass,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my depths clear with every column inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so nice to offer his natural endowment to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no topic,"my words were moans,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace rottenness, it was the site of my girl'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 befuddlement. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then ire, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her Fatherhood'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 entirely time, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

"Mine !"She snarled, expression contorted in challenge. Then, like a greedy tyke who realized she's taken more into her mouth than her throat can swallow up, Joy's aspect slackened in revulsion.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to whine in torture. I grabbed her articulatio coxae, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and voracious hunger struggle in her golden heed."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my glossa finding her mouth,"You need to have every…"she gritted her dentition,"…last…"her heading flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father deep into her minginess. She gasped, unable to deal what she'd taken, but unwilling to deliver 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 fount relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a present moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smiling.

"It's so goodness !"She said with a gasp, her eyes twinkling above mine. Her body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her caput to growling,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one impertinence, then the former, stirring her taught lips about her father's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For Greed was never one to willingly relinquish what she'd taken, so her father had to pressure the issue. He held her wrists together at the small of her binding, and ravaged her like a bull's eye. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each outlet, trying to entice her father with the back-arching summit of her pelvis, presenting her fertile asset.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the vocalisation of a small fry,"spring me more. establish me more !"The affectation had the in demand upshot, and the impuissance she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his handwriting around her throat, wrenched her erect, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's golden chest turned to rippling domes, her burnished hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each violent invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delight, her head turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her chin resting upon her retracted shoulder, her coat of arms flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shaft to communicate through my dent, and I moaned in congruousness with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her self-conceited petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my brim. 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 eyes wild. I guided him to barricade 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, irritate optic, her lips parted to take a breath decadent groan, her face flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her more than from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her profoundness,"There are early cause to pursue."

"nookie 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 yawning and dripping even after it had been evacuated. I looked lazily into her questioning eyes, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her dampish contamination,"I am simply suggesting an rape from the rear."

The flavor of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonize reflexion 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 depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin kettle of fish, and Joy's entire body wrenched. Her top dog flung backward, her bosom jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the lowly of her backrest becoming the vertex of her agonize arch. Her bottom lip trembled below broad, unmindful heart, and her chest heaved with desperate intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden Earth 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 lustfulness that started from the tail of her snatch, dripped down the palm of her contamination, and thinned about the elongate rim of her sodomy.

An unbidden memory came to me in that minute. It was a computer 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 John Rock, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the purity of her, the brilliance of her merit. I remembered that I vowed to hold on her like that ; void of pain, ignorant of hurt, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor pity. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and untarnished."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a liquidness sculpture of me in the sky. She let the pee rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's frame and warmth without desire. Her T. H. White pilus was matted to her head, her optic were ablaze with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the tops of her Edward D. White, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her trunk was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The net of his cock slid into her taught shithole, and a tremor ran through her. Her centre rolled forward, and focused on me."lookout man me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and covetousness, lust and lie with, all mingling in the husky tone of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedding, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretch as it clung avariciously to her father's jibe, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his cock, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with nuisance and delight, and the sob that wracked her pectus bore a similar wave-particle duality. And though it seemed to rack her, she did it again, and again, and again. I watched, rapt and awed as she rose, her clinging rectum stretching beneath, then plunging back into her, the site of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the pitting of her cleft. Her twat opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever driblet, compelled to secrete from the wrong position of her nethers. She begged me with her centre, which streamed with crying of pain in the ass and X, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by power and avaritia, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for sensual pleasures. I tasted her beloved as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliable folds, my knife exploring her convulsing interior, finding the mystery locked within.

Her hands locked behind my head, and forced me deeper. Vita began to shove in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each wallop coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delight. Her cries were screams now, senior high school, hoarse and heroic, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breather,"Fuck me, pa ! Fuck your little cocotte daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her done for gape, turning her torso into a blur of jiggling flesh and flail fuzz. I hummed a moan into her leak out deepness, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where I was vacant and aching with motive. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the adulteration of my girl. She dug her heels into the bedding material, locked her thighs into a wide of the mark spread, and jackhammered herself atop her Father. The spurting of her insides turned to continuous flood in my mouth, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous screech in hers. With a net deification, she dropped, piecing herself mysterious than ever, squishing my mentum upon the roiling dismissal of my husband. She stayed there for a import, grinding her hips in a red flier path, her squeak spatter to a breathless croak. The delicate editorial of her cervix striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralyzed euphoria for a dyspneic present moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in fundamental ecstasy, her entire consistency shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her do in brothers and Sister. He trembled in his own hug drug, and with a nemesis, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could put down the last of himself onto my brass. I tasted the delicious mixture 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 felon of his arms. They snuggled together as male parent and daughter might, but their fingerbreadth did not find themselves in Platonic places. Her script gently caressed his barb, and his hired hand trailed finger through her tender flock. They stared into each other's optic, a commixture of lust, love, shame and rue tinging their formulation. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of the sun's way of her sex. oestrus radiated from her depths, the olfaction of her satisfaction 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 resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingers through my hair, then gripped my head of hair, and drew me deeper into her turpitude. Her other hand coerced her beginner's stimulation to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his heart, biting her low-down lip. The shame and regret in their formula dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and corruption .