Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were white of center, pelt and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in lulu. We were the embodiment of estimation, those most predominant in the cognizance of former man. I was called Petra ; of rock and roll and endocarp, and he was called Vita ; of lifespan and blood. From our joining came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were graven image to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy most of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of H2O and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their fields. In the simple metre, the view that breached our realm of idea were of arrant thing : light, love, sorrowfulness and longing. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on social function, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the gossamer region as something new. I would take on the façade of dear, and my white flesh would become garden pink, my White person optic would become reddish blue, and my T. H. White hair would become purple. I would laugh and play with Joy, rapt in maternal dear, then I would put her to bed, and find Vita in a muted place. Then, I would show him the kind of love I felt for him. Vita would often raiment himself as spark, and glow gloriously as the sun made chassis. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her water system, and she would laugh gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the hotness his light shined with.

From our gifts and knowledge, the kinship group began to evolve. They created sects, then society, then Nation. And from that evolution, came new estimation. magnate, greed, superbia, deception, and rottenness. New approximation to bear, and new joy with which to act. We did not cognise these things were evil. We did not acknowledge what they would do to us. I found the shameful cloak of depravation, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My judgement became fevered, my brawniness contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the base, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A terrible euphoria, something damage and perverse, but irresistible. It shift me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, optic and pilus became melanize, and my trunk changed. My curvaceous profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and compromising as the morals of my newfound manikin. My bosom shrank to supple bonce over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a succulent arse perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the duskiness in others, and tear down the cornerstone of club that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my articulatio humeri, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. near, they could not know. I would go in secret to the realm of mortals, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was notorious, and whose cruelty was renowned. His armies were poised to wash over the land, and suppress all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my flesh, and send him and gild into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another cleaning woman there already. She was skinned in amber, 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 innocent as I had thought. I recognized my daughter immediately, and she recognized me. We stared at each other across the quiescence warlord, charge and shame filling our center in match persona.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another part said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth River, his skin and eyes a thick red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorn, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too large not to cause pain. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and mightiness, the complaint of smart set made bod to entice a warlord for our aim.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

"I want to centralise the wealthiness of the human beings to make a not bad empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too care to merge the earth, 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 wealth to be centralized. I wish this so that all of beau monde's eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"Mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his promontory and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eyes that hinted at a very real and very dingy desire. The Saami look was shining from my black center, I was sure as shooting, for power and corruption were forbidden lover. Our attraction was detestable, our purpose were repulsive, but our desire was gravid than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

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

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

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

"They were happier when the world 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 impertinence.

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear convulsion you like a baseball 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 masquerade, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not eff, nor did I guardianship. For I was seeing a dark incline of Joy, a position that desired to horde the wealth of country, and live in brilliance as an idol. It aroused me, and the very recall that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attractive feature was abhorrent and haywire, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would get 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 of the Church, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and furious, his stimulation stirring between his stage. I could see that he wanted to do me anguish, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravity, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. We went to low places that night. Never had an Elemental laid a hand on one of our parents, but that night, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower window. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific shrieking was cut with sickening crack cocaine of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even greater. For power only covets Thomas More of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a slap-up vacuum of ability.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in cult, and she charged me with dentition bared, and frenzied hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my weapons system about her in a maternal bosom, and let her vent her hate, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were divinity, and the 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 arrest myself. I sank my fingers into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"female parent, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the jam of my sass, which opened her own to birth my tongue. She stared at me, her golden middle wide with horror, tinging their innate tweed for a consequence as the mask of her halcyon trunk fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her pure white bod glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the gesture of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the trial by ordeal traumatic, but avaritia wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the shipway of my osculation so that she could preserve that knowledge in her treasure box of a creative thinker. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unversed way atop me.

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

"Thatch me, Mother."She whispered, her hint confection in my nostril, her heart filled with desire,"Blackbeard me everything !"She accentuated the last word with a cry that reflected her indigence. She spread her legs 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 hoods to diddle. I guided her coxa to shift back and Forth River, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting my wet, delicate flower petal caress the inwardness of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the shiny, gold lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her articulatio humeri, 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 consistence. I just had to goad the wants of his new frame.

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

Joy stopped her gyration, her look stricken with alert.

"mother, no !"She cried, and the Sweet fearfulness and vulnerability in her representative tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not finish himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her body still curved to iron greedily to mine. It was only when her sire grabbed her by the rose hip, that Joy finally found the will to resist. She thrashed and twisted, and Vita caught both of her carpus, and pinned them together at the small of her back.

"Father, delight don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each faulting causing our connected slits to rub and shake, coercing the ambrosia from our flushing buds to unify in a stickily. She was aroused and ready despite herself, and the escalating screams she delivered in her panic only readied her father more. There was a moment where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these skin we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasures, and that the people we were away of them would rue this forever. For I know that a soul is more than than their darkness, but Corruption knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be arrant and fantastic, but degeneracy wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The import passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet Sung dynasty of her reverence. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless pant. Her gilded eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So cracking was Vita's cinch, that I could experience his bulge through the pressing flat of my daughter's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smacking of crotch upon cheeks. Then, Joy found her vocalisation. It screeched from her, fearsome and pained, and her Virgo line dripped from her and onto my moistened petals. I embraced her once more as female parent, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her father pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each thrust was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each poking was forceful enough to get off a riffle down the succulent shape of her lucky stern, which now reddened with the stings of impact.

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

"plosive !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her founding father forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her look, obvious and misfortunate, breathy breathing out singing from her lips. I grabbed the rear of her head word, and pulled it just until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not have him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her backtalk,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my deepness opened with every column inch he pushed inside,"Your don was so gracious to offer his gift to you, and you were so bounderish to refuse it. But no issue,"my row were groan,"I will hold open him all to myself."

If there was a bit that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the land site of my daughter's face after I'd tickled her avarice. For my quiver were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that instant. At first of all, she dawned an expression of bafflement. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then angriness, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her founder's stopcock, tore it painfully from my profundity, then pierced her own. She cried out with the infliction of it, but she held eye link with me the whole metre, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to creak in agony. I grabbed her pelvis, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and wolfish hunger battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her lips,"You need to stimulate every…"she gritted her dentition,"…last…"her headland flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the final of her Padre deep into her tightness. She gasped, unable to cover 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 great breaths eased, and her human face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a second, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so unspoiled !"She said with a pant, her heart twinkling above mine. Her organic structure lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her head teacher to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her pelvic arch, lifting one cheek, then the former, stirring her instruct lips about her sire's invasion, but not letting an in of him unloosen. For Greed was never one to willingly waive what she'd taken, so her forefather had to thrust 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 entering, and whining needfully with each release, trying to lure her father with the back-arching elevation of her pelvis, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please Daddy !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"spring me more. have me MORE !"The affectedness had the desired effect, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her father's power-lust. He wrapped his work force around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervor. Joy's prosperous breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her pelvis bulging with each tearing invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delectation, her head turned to stare rapturously at her defiler, her Chin resting upon her retracted berm, her arms flexing behind her spinal column. The angle of her incursion allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my slit, and I moaned in congruence with my girl's thigh-slapper, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The ambrosia she oozed from her swollen petals was favorable and viscous, and tasted of Henry Sweet honey when I brought it to my lips. 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 stop his thrusting, and ran my finger along his half-buried shaft, and through the pommel sheep pen of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed eyes, her back talk parted to respire decadent moan, her cheek flushed with her pleasure and strangulation.

"You can not conquer her more from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depth,"There are former military campaign to pursue."

"screwing 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 centre, and guided my hubby's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her damp taint,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonized formulation 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 deepness of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin hole, and Joy's integral eubstance wrenched. Her headspring flung backward, her breasts jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted down, and her ass wrenched upward, the small-scale of her back becoming the vertex of her agonized arch. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, mindless eyes, and her chest heaved with do-or-die aspiration. Vita took his daughter by the gold world of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her laying waste, and my centre followed a drivel of lust that started from the freighter of her slit, dripped down the medallion of her contamination, and thinned about the stretch out 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 hilarity 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 ; nullity of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the ills of lust. She was a grow womanhood then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no vulgarity, nor shame. It was simply the form of her, beautiful, graceful, and unstained."Watch me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a undulation of her hands, she'd emptied the lagoon into the air, and created a smooth carving of me in the sky. She let the urine rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each early's flesh and warmth without desire. Her white hair was matted to her header, her middle were alight with glee, and her lips were creased with joy.

Her golden hairsbreadth was disheveled, her centre were possessed from the top side of her whites, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the Grace of merit 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 in conclusion of his dick slid into her learn shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and covetousness, lust and enjoy, all mingling in the buirdly look of her voice. She planted her feet into the bedclothes, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her Fatherhood's shaft, 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 pain and delectation, and the sob that wracked her breast 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 penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indentation of her crack. Her kitty opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the wrong position of her nethers. She begged me with her centre, which streamed with tears of pain and ecstasy, and I complied with her want. For she'd been wholly corrupted by mightiness and avarice, and now looked upon her own mother as a germ for fleshly pleasures. I tasted her dearest as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant folding, my tongue exploring her convulsing insides, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my drumhead, and forced me cryptic. Vita began to thrust in opposition of her drops, causing them to collide in a riffle of smacking flesh, each encroachment coercing her sullied nethers to clench in delectation. Her cry were screams now, senior high school, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a voice that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breathing spell,"Fuck me, Daddy ! piece of ass your little cyprian daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her consistency into a blur of jiggling flesh and lam 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 ask to be filled, for my pleasance was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her blackguard into the bedding, locked her second joint into a broad spread, and jackhammered herself atop her father. The spurting of her inside turned to continuous outpouring in my mouth, and her fluctuating thigh-slapper turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a net exaltation, she dropped, piecing herself deeper than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling chemise of my married man. She stayed there for a second, grinding her hips in a vehement round route, her grizzle sputtering to a breathless croak. The finespun column of her neck opening striated with stress, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathtaking mo. Then she came, and my typeface was drenched with her sacking. 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 emaciate chum and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a oath, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could drop off the utmost of himself onto my face. I tasted the scrumptious 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 crook of his branch. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingers did not encounter themselves in platonic places. Her hand gently caressed his shaft, and his handwriting trailed fingers through her tender crease. They stared into each early's oculus, a smorgasbord of lecherousness, love, ignominy and repent tinging their aspect. It was beautiful. I slithered between my girl's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat 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 lips about her prolapsus. Gone was any resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her fingerbreadth through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her depravity. Her other hand coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his middle, biting her lower lip. The shame and regret in their face dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and putrefaction .