Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were tweed of heart, skin and hair, perfect tense of skin colour, and unmatched in peach. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most rife in the cognizance of early on man. I was called Petra ; of rock'n'roll and Harlan Fiske 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 divinity to the primeval tribes, worshiped and adored, and Joy to the highest degree of all. She was ‘ Aqua'to them, of water supply and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their theatre of operations. In the simple times, the sentiment that breached our realm of ideas were of pure things : light, lovemaking, unhappiness 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 ethereal realm as something new. I would take on the façade of dear, and my white pulp would turn pink, my white eyes would become violet, and my white hair would become purpleness. I would laugh and meet with Joy, rapt in maternal sexual love, then I would put her to bed, and find oneself Vita in a tranquil place. Then, I would express him the variety of love I felt for him. Vita would often raiment himself as Light, and shine gloriously as the sun made form. He would dazzle Joy with the fractal patterns he made across her piss, and she would express joy gleefully with him. Then, he would put her to bed, and show me the high temperature his sparkle shined with.

From our giving and knowledge, the federation of tribes began to evolve. They created sects, then guild, then nation. And from that phylogenesis, came new ideas. Power, greed, pride, deception, and corruptness. New musical theme to wear, and new delight with which to act. We did not have intercourse these matter were evil. We did not cognise what they would do to us. I found the smuggled cloak of Corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my muscles contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A abominable euphoria, something wrong and perverse, but resistless. It change me. My thinker deteriorated, my flesh, centre and hair became fateful, and my body changed. My curvy profile of maternity turned to something as lithe and flexible as the moral of my newfound descriptor. My breasts shrank to supple bonce over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that eagre a lush backside perched above toned thighs. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and bend insidiously through the idea of man. I desired only to bring out the swarthiness in others, and displume down the foundations of society that Vita, Joy and I had so painstakingly built. I looked over my shoulder, searching for Joy and Vita. Neither were around. thoroughly, they could not recognise. I would go in secret to the realm of mortal, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was infamous, and whose cruelty was renowned. His regular army were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the mentation I wore upon my flesh, and send him and smart set into a death-spiral. Only when I arrived, there was another adult female there already. She was skinned in Au, with hair and eyes just as garishly burnished, and a dead body whose lithe curved shape were meant to bring up 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 sleeping warlord, accusation and shame filling our eyes in equal parts.

"Greed ?"I hissed at her.

"Corruption ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another voice said from the darkness, and Vita stepped forth, his skin and eyes a deep red, his brow bearing overgrown bullhorns, his soundbox exaggerated in its display of musculus, and his manhood too bombastic not to do pain. There we stood, Greed, Corruption, and mightiness, the complaint of society made flesh to tempt a warlord for our intention.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our girl.

"I want to centralize the riches of the world to create a smashing Empire, and unite all of humanity."Joy answered smoothly,"And you, Father ?"

"I too wish well to unite 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 domain to be unified, and the riches to be centralized. I wish this so that all of society's eggs are in one basket. Then, I wish to break down the basket."

"female parent !"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 dark desire. The Same looking was shining from my black optic, I was sure, for power and depravity were forbid devotee. Our attraction was repulsive, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; we liked them immensely.

"procession needs correction, 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 eyes at me.

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

"They were felicitous 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 insolence.

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

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear convulsion 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 here and now, seeing her sulfuric acid shining from her avaricious mask, that my sensing of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not roll in the hay, nor did I concern. For I was seeing a dark English of Joy, a incline that desired to horde the wealthiness of nations, and live in splendor as an idol. It aroused me, and the very intend that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attraction was repulsive and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would become Petra's… darkness. Joy saw the hunger in my center, and her sneer slowly faded.

"Mother ?"She asked, her vocalisation unsure. She looked to her father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his legs. I could see that he wanted to get me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for depravity 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 metre to realize 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 big. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a majuscule void of magnate.

"Why ? !"Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face twisted in passion, and she charged me with teeth bared, and manic hatred in her eyes. Joy pounced on me, and I wrapped my arms about her in a enatic embracement, and let her blowhole her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, and the hurt she dealt healed instantly. I felt her naked suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the build, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her lush flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her objection was cut short with the mechanical press of my sassing, which opened her own to give up my clapper. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide of the mark with horror, tinging their cancel ashen for a moment as the mask of her golden consistency fell. Her tenuity was unsheathed from the voluptuous aureate profile, her staring ovalbumin flesh glow dimly. I coerced her prehensile nature back with the motions of my spit, delivering to her the joy of an invasive caress. Joy would have found the ordeal traumatic, but Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the inappropriateness of it, focusing on learning the ways of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a mind. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpractised manner atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath Sweet in my anterior naris, her eye filled with desire,"Thatch me everything !"She accentuated the endure countersign with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her wooden 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 hoods to play. I guided her articulatio coxae to dislodge back and Forth, gliding her bead through my sheepcote, letting my wet, delicate flower petal caress the pith of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold mouth 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 goad the wants of his new anatomy.

"yield her, Vita."I called over my girl's shoulder as I gripped her boldness and open them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her rotation, her face stricken with consternation.

"Mother, no !"She cried, and the dulcet 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 mouthpiece Sung dynasty fearfully her protest, her physical structure still curved to campaign greedily to mine. It was only when her don grabbed her by the hips, that Joy finally found the will to fend. She thrashed and misrepresented, and Vita caught both of her wrist, and pinned them together at the small of her back.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her dissent only entrenched her fortune. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the ambrosia from our flushing buds to mingle 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 import where I remembered who she was, and who I was. I remembered that these pelt we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasance, and that the people we were alfresco of them would regret this forever. For I know that a person is to a greater extent than their darkness, but corruptness knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be pure and wonderful, but Corruption wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The bit passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the sweet Song dynasty of her fear. Vita shared a megalomaniac look with me, then buried himself to the hilt.

Joy's scream sputtered to a breathless gasp. Her golden eyes bulged, her sass gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So great was Vita's girth, that I could feel his extrusion through the pressing flatbed of my daughter's pelvic girdle. It ran through her, then stopped with a sapidity of crotch upon impudence. Then, Joy found her part. It screeched from her, dreadful and pained, and her virgin blood 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 poke was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was emphatic enough to send a riffle down the succulent flesh of her favourable arse, which now reddened with the sting of impact.

"Shh, baby, shhh."I soothed her, stroking her with supply ship digit,"It will finger so proficient, I promise you. Just take him in, baby-girl."

"Stop !"she screamed, writhing to escape the nuisance her father forced into her. With the fillet of sole of my pes, I guided Vita to lay off, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her face, obvious and pathetic, breathy expiration singing from her lips. I grabbed the dorsum of her promontory, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not make him, then I will take him from you."I whispered on her rim,"He belongs to me, after all, not you."My chin tilted in as Vita entered me, stretching me painfully, forcing my profoundness open with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so gracious to offer his gift to you, and you were so primitive to refuse it. But no matter,"my Word of God were groan,"I will keep him all to myself."

If there was a bit that made me fully embrace Corruption, it was the land site of my daughter's grimace after I'd tickled her greed. For my quiver were begot by the self-ruination of others, and Joy ruined herself in that mo. At first, she dawned an expression of bewilderment. Then, there was a feeling of annoyance, then angriness, then pure, enviousness. She reached between us, grabbed her Father's putz, tore it painfully from my depths, then pierced her own. She cried out with the hurting of it, but she held eye contact with me the whole time, 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 oral cavity than her throat can swallow, Joy's look slackened in repulsion.

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to snivel in agony. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the dispute of pleading mercy and rapacious hungriness battle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her sass,"You need to own every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her begetter deep into her compactness. She gasped, unable to plow 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 hard breaths eased, and her facial expression relaxed. It fell into a heedful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so safe !"She said with a gasp, her heart twinkling above mine. Her dead body lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her headway to growl,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one impudence, then the other, stirring her teach rim about her father's invasion, but not letting an column inch of him costless. For avaritia was never one to willingly quit what she'd taken, so her Church Father had to force the payoff. He held her carpus together at the small of her spinal column, and ravaged her like a Samson. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entrance, and whining needfully with each loss, trying to tempt her father with the back-arching elevation of her hip, presenting her fertile assets.

"Oh, please dad !"She cried, affecting the representative of a baby,"Give me more. establish me to a greater extent !"The affectedness had the want impression, and the helplessness she portrayed goaded her Father's power-lust. He wrapped his deal around her throat, wrenched her upright, and choked her as he heaved with a fervour. Joy's golden breasts turned to rippling domes, her lustrous hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flatcar of her pelvis bulging with each wild invasion of her father. She squealed her strangled delectation, her header turned to gaze rapturously at her polluter, her Kuki resting upon her retracted shoulder joint, her blazon flexing behind her back. The angle of her penetration allowed for Vita's shaft to pass along through my slit, and I moaned in congruity with my daughter's screech, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen petals was gilt and glutinous, and tasted of sweet honey when I brought it to my rim. Oh, I would savour it from the source.

"Vita."I spoke with a drawl that I hadn't before. Vita looked at me from over our daughter's articulatio humeri, his red eyes wild. I guided him to kibosh his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried dig, and through the pommel congregation of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed heart, her back talk parted to take a breath decadent moan, her cheeks flushed with her pleasance and strangulation.

"You can not curb her to a greater extent from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"There are early hunting expedition to pursue."

"roll in the hay you, you old kick !"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 husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her damp taint,"I am simply suggesting an rape from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's face was almost as exquisite as the agonized formula that came immediately afterward. Vita used the fluid of his daughter's luxuria to lubricate the encroachment, but there was no preparing her for the depth of it. He buried himself into her filthy, virgin fix, and Joy's intact dead body wrenched. Her head flung backward, her titty jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the pocket-size of her back becoming the apex of her agonised arch. Her bottom lip trembled below all-embracing, mindless center, and her chest heaved with despairing uptake. Vita took his daughter by the golden globes of her flank, and lifted her easily from the bed. She fell spinelessly against him, her pelvis tilting forward, her legs dragging out from beneath her, and flopping uselessly before her. I could see the extent of her ruination, and my centre followed a drip of luxuria that started from the bottom of her puss, dripped down the ribbon of her contamination, and thinned about the stretched rim of her anal sex.

An unbidden memory came to me in that minute. It was a memory board of Joy laughing gayly from beside a waterfall as she made the water run back up the cliffside. Her heavy mirth echoed against the rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the whiteness of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; vacancy of pain, ignorant of suffering, innocent of the complaint of luxuria. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water supply, but her nudity bore no coarseness, nor shame. It was simply the shape of her, beautiful, elegant, and stainless."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 sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water rain upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and girl, enjoying each former's soma and fondness without desire. Her white hair was matted to her oral sex, her optic were light with gleefulness, and her back talk were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the peak of her T. H. White, and her lips were trembling and leaking with bosh. Her body was still beautiful, but the state of grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glutes her founding father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The last of his cock slid into her learn shithole, and a shudder ran through her. Her eyes rolled forward, and focused on me."lookout man me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and avarice, lust and make love, all mingling in the buirdly timber of her voice. She planted her feet into the litter, and upon shaking legs she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her father'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 bureau bore a standardized 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 indenture of her tornado. Her pussy opened and blushed with her arousal, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the incorrect side of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tears of hurting and XTC, and I complied with her wishes. For she'd been wholly corrupted by top executive and greed, and now looked upon her own mother as a source for fleshly pleasures. I tasted her honey as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her bendable plication, my tongue exploring her convulsing interior, finding the secrets locked within.

Her hands locked behind my foreland, and forced me thick. Vita began to stuff in opposition of her drop cloth, causing them to collide in a ripple of smacking flesh, each impact coercing her sullied nethers to clinch in delight. Her cries were screams now, high, hoarse and desperate, filtering through a representative that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every breath,"Fuck me, Daddy ! shtup your footling whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her soundbox into a fuzz of jiggling build and flailing hair. I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, 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 pleasance was begot only from the debasement of my daughter. She dug her heels into the bedding, locked her thigh into a extensive spread, and jackhammered herself atop her Padre. The spurting of her inside turned to uninterrupted flood in my sass, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous shriek in hers. With a last deification, she dropped, piecing herself cryptic than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sackful of my hubby. She stayed there for a bit, grinding her hips in a trigger-happy circular track, her screak sputtering to a breathless croak. The touchy column of her neck opening striated with stress, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytical euphoria for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my face was drenched with her button. I lapped up her riddance as she screamed in primeval ecstasy, her entire dead body shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his girl's anus, filling her with her wasted brothers and baby. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last-place of himself onto my nerve. 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 crook of his munition. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingerbreadth did not find themselves in platonic billet. Her bridge player gently caressed his shaft, and his hand trailed fingers through her tender folds. They stared into each other's eyes, a mixture of luxuria, honey, shame and repent tinging their expressions. 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 atonement wafted into my nostril. 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 depravation. Her other hand coerced her founder's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his eyes, biting her lower lip. The shame and regret in their locution dwindled, and the desire overtook the lovemaking that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, greed, and degeneracy .