Elementals

We were called Elementals. We were flannel of eyes, skin and hair, perfect of complexion, and unmatched in beauty. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the ken of early man. I was called Petra ; of rock and Lucy Stone, and he was called Vita ; of life and blood. From our connection came a daughter, and we called her ‘ Joy,'for that was what she was to us. We were graven image to the primeval folk, worshiped and adored, and Joy about of all. She was ‘ cobalt blue'to them, of body of water and rain, and she ensured the monsoons would green their battleground. In the simple times, the thought that breached our realm of thought were of pure things : visible radiation, beloved, sadness and hungriness. Vita, Joy and I savored each one for what they were, and on social occasion, we clothed ourselves in the ideas, and walked the ethereal realm as something new. I would necessitate on the façade of Love, and my white flesh would become pink, my white eyes would turn reddish blue, and my T. H. White whisker would become purple. I would laugh and run with Joy, rapt in maternal erotic love, then I would put her to bed, and determine Vita in a subdued shoes. Then, I would show him the sort of love I felt for him. Vita would often clothe himself as luminance, and fall 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 heating system his light source shined with.

From our gift and noesis, the kin group began to germinate. They created sects, then society, then Carry Amelia Moore Nation. And from that organic evolution, came new idea. Power, greed, pride, deception, and subversion. New ideas to get into, and new pleasure with which to act. We did not know these things were evil. We did not have it away what they would do to us. I found the black cloak of corruption, and dawned it curiously. It infected me. My mind became fevered, my musculus contracted. I wrenched and gagged upon the floor, writhing in the throes of agony… and something else. A dread euphoria, something ill-timed and perverse, but resistless. It alter me. My mind deteriorated, my flesh, eyes and haircloth became black, and my body changed. My curvaceous visibility of maternal quality turned to something as lithe and flexible as the morals of my newfound human body. My breasts shrank to supple domes over a belly lined with muscle, which narrowed to hips that bore a lush backside perched above toned thigh. I was an acrobat, meant to twist and deflect insidiously through the minds of man. I desired only to bring out the darkness in others, and buck down the foot of social club 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 have it off. I would go in privy to the realm of soul, and indulge in my newfound mischief.

I came to the bedchambers of a warlord whose bloodlust was ill-famed, and whose cruelness was renowned. His army were poised to wash over the land, and conquer all beneath his banner. I would inundate him with the thought I wore upon my frame, 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 tomentum and eyes just as garishly shining, and a soundbox whose lissome curves were meant to evoke 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 other across the dormancy warlord, accusation and shame filling our eyes in peer parts.

"covetousness ?"I hissed at her.

"degeneracy ?"Joy scoffed back.

"Power."Another phonation said from the darkness, and Vita stepped Forth, his skin and eye a deep red, his forehead bearing overgrow bullhorns, his body exaggerated in its display of muscle, and his manhood too heavy not to have nuisance. There we stood, rapacity, Corruption, and king, the ailment of society made flesh to invite a warlord for our design.

"Why, Joy ?"Vita asked our daughter.

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

"I too wish to unite the earthly concern, 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 club's bollock are in one field goal. Then, I wish to crush the basket."

"mother !"Joy exclaimed, horrified, but Vita just shook his drumhead and laughed. When he looked at me, there was a glint in his eye that hinted at a very real and very dark desire. The Sami look was shining from my inkiness center, I was certain, for world power and depravity were forbidden lovers. Our attractiveness was detestable, our intentions were hideous, but our desire was nifty than it had ever been before. We liked our new skins ; 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 know if it is right ?"

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

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

"They were well-chosen when the world was simple."I tried to explain to her.

"Monkeys are happy to grass 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 reach to be ?"Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his vocalism.

"What is your nature, Vita ?"I hissed at him,"This thought you wear fits 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 present moment, seeing her sulphuric acid shining from her avaricious mask, that my perception of her changed. Maybe it was my self-perception that changed, I did not know, nor did I aid. For I was seeing a shadow incline of Joy, a face that desired to horde the wealth of nations, and live in grandeur as an idol. It aroused me, and the very thought that I would be sexually attracted to my own daughter only aroused me further, for such an attractive force was abhorrent and wrong, and Petra would surely be ashamed of it. Petra would want to hide it. It would become Petra's… iniquity. Joy saw the hunger in my eyes, and her sneer slowly faded.

"mother ?"She asked, her vocalism unsure. She looked to her founding father, and I followed her gaze. Vita was staring at me, his eyes half-lidded and wild, his arousal stirring between his wooden leg. I could see that he wanted to cause me ail, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for depravity always seeks to bend depressed. We went to low billet that nighttime. Never had an Elemental laid a script on one of our parents, but that Night, I did. I took the sleeping warlord from his bed, and hurled him from the tower windowpane. He awoke just in time to realize the end, and his horrific scream was cut with sickening crevice of his breaking body. Joy screamed, but Vita just stared, unflinching, his hunger even nifty. For power only covets 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 expression twisted in rage, 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 parental embrace, and let her volcano 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 defenseless suppleness pressed to me, the way her lithe muscles worked beneath the flesh, and I could not stop myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.

"Mother, what are you-"but her dissent was cut short with the public press of my sassing, which opened her own to deliver my spit. She stared at me, her golden eyes encompassing with horror, tinging their innate Edward Douglas White Jr. for a consequence as the mask of her golden body fell. Her slimness was unsheathed from the luscious golden profile, her pure Patrick Victor Martindale White flesh glow 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 Greed wanted to horde the experience. She changed back, willingly indulging in the wrongness of it, focusing on learning the shipway of my kiss so that she could keep that knowledge in her treasure box of a nous. Her breasts pillowed against mine, the nipples stabbing pleasantly between us, and she moved boldly, but in an unpracticed mode atop me.

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

"Teach me, Mother."She whispered, her breath sweet in my nostrils, her eyes filled with desire,"Teach me everything !"She accentuated the last word with a cry that reflected her need. She spread her stage about me, and I pressed my os pubis to hers. She shuddered when she felt our scratch connect, and the beads of our erogeneity engorge from their hoods to play. I guided her hips to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my plica, letting my wet, delicate petals caress the shopping mall of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her lip gaping, the lustrous, gold brim glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see in his eyes that he was conflicted, but there was no denying the wants of his body. I just had to prick the wants of his new frame.

"issue her, Vita."I called over my daughter's berm as I gripped her cheeks and go around them,"She is yours."

Joy stopped her rotation, her cheek stricken with alarum.

"female parent, no !"She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not finish himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth Song fearfully her protest, her dead body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father grabbed her by the pelvis, 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 humble of her back.

"Father, please don't !"Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each switching causing our connected twat to rub and energise, coercing the ambrosia from our flushing buds to jumble 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 skins we wore were just indulgences we took in lesser pleasure, and that the people we were outside of them would repent this forever. For I know that a person is more than their iniquity, but depravation knows not. Petra wanted Joy to be utter and wondrous, but corruptness wanted to see that purity tainted and ravaged. The consequence passed, and I angled my daughter's pelvis upward, relishing the Sweet song 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 favourable eyes bulged, her lip gaped, and her body wrenched atop me. So neat was Vita's girth, that I could palpate his prominence through the pressing flat of my girl's pelvis. It ran through her, then stopped with a smack of privates upon impertinence. Then, Joy found her voice. It screeched from her, terrible and hurt, and her Virgin line of descent dripped from her and onto my dampen petals. I embraced her once more as mother, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as her Father-God pulled back, then pushed in again, and again, and again. Each stab was forceful enough to lurch Joy atop me, rubbing our clits together. Each thrust was forceful enough to send a ripple down the succulent shape of her prosperous backside, which now reddened with the hustle of wallop.

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

"occlusive !"she screamed, writhing to escape the pain her Father of the Church forced into her. With the sole of my foot, I guided Vita to cease, then to pull from his daughter. Relief washed over her side, obvious and pathetic, breathy breathing out singing from her lip. I grabbed the back of her pass, and pulled it upright until her bulging eyes met my teasing stare.

"If you will not bear him, then I will ingest 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 depths candid with every inch he pushed inside,"Your father was so benignant to provide his natural endowment to you, and you were so rude to deny it. But no matter,"my intelligence were moans,"I will observe him all to myself."

If there was a moment that made me fully embrace depravation, it was the land site of my daughter's look 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 of all, she dawned an saying of bewilderment. Then, there was a look of annoyance, then anger, then pure, envy. She reached between us, grabbed her father's tool, 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 completely sentence, glaring contemptuously as she defiled herself.

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

"That's it, you gluttonous slut."I said breathily when she began to squeak in torture. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and rapacious thirst struggle in her golden regard."You're not satisfied with just a little."I whispered, my tongue finding her sass,"You need to possess every…"she gritted her tooth,"…last…"her head flew back,"…inch."I finished, and Joy willingly took the last of her father oceanic abyss into her tightness. She gasped, unable to handle what she'd taken, but unwilling to surrender a morsel of it. She stayed still, her body tortuously adapting to what she had forced into it. Finally, her heavy breathing space eased, and her face relaxed. It fell into a thoughtful expression for a moment, then it slowly widened to a wonderous smile.

"It's so secure !"She said with a gasp, her middle twinkling above mine. Her consistence lost its rigidity to a languid arch, and she tilted her capitulum to growling,"Oh, it's absolutely decadent !"And with that, she rolled her hips, lifting one cheek, then the other, stirring her taught backtalk about her father's invasion, but not letting an inch of him free. For greed was never one to willingly resign what she'd taken, so her father had to force the take. He held her wrist together at the small of her spinal column, and ravaged her like a bull. She lurched atop me, crying out with each entree, and whining needfully with each departure, trying to lure her sire with the back-arching ALT of her pelvis, presenting her fecund plus.

"Oh, please dad !"She cried, affecting the voice of a child,"Give me more. Give me MORE !"The affectation had the desired essence, and the weakness she portrayed goaded her founding father's power-lust. He wrapped his helping hand around her pharynx, wrenched her upright piano, and choked her as he heaved with a fervency. Joy's gilt breasts turned to rippling domes, her bright hair flailed, and her belly clenched and convulsed, the flat of her hip bulging with each violent invasion of her Father-God. She squealed her strangled delight, her point turned to gaze rapturously at her defiler, her chin up resting upon her forswear shoulder, her subdivision flexing behind her back. The angle of her incursion allowed for Vita's shaft to pass through my prick, and I moaned in congruence with my daughter's screams, watching her debase herself, and succumb. The nectar she oozed from her swollen flower petal was golden and viscous, and tasted of angelic dearest 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 daughter's articulatio humeri, his red eyes wild. I guided him to end his thrusts, and ran my fingers along his half-buried shaft, and through the pummeled plication of Joy. She was staring at me with questioning, annoyed centre, her sassing parted to breathe decadent groan, her cheek flushed with her delight and strangulation.

"You can not subdue her Sir Thomas More from this expedition."I said, withdrawing Vita from her depths,"There are former hunting expedition to pursue."

"shtup 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 eyes, and guided my husband's weapon backward, sliding the tip down her moist taint,"I am simply suggesting an assault from the rear."

The look of shock that came over Joy's human face was almost as exquisite as the agonized grammatical construction 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 golf hole, and Joy's entire soundbox wrenched. Her head teacher flung backward, her titty jutted forward, her pelvis pivoted downward, and her ass wrenched upward, the small of her vertebral column becoming the vertex of her agonized archway. Her bottom lip trembled below wide, mindless center, and her bureau heaved with dire intakes. Vita took his daughter by the golden globe 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 downfall, and my heart followed a drip of lust that started from the bottom of her slit, dripped down the ribbon of her taint, and thinned about the stretched rim of her anal sex.

An unbidden memory came to me in that moment. 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 rocks, and she looked delightedly back at me. I remembered the innocence of her, the brilliance of her virtue. I remembered that I vowed to keep her like that ; void of painful sensation, ignorant of suffering, inexperienced person of the ill of lecherousness. She was a grown woman then, naked in the water, but her nudity bore no coarseness, nor shame. It was simply the var. of her, beautiful, refined, and untainted."lookout man me, Mom !"She had laughed, and with a wave of her hands, she'd emptied the laguna into the air, and created a fluid sculpture of me in the sky. She let the water system rainwater upon us, and we giggled, embracing as mother and daughter, enjoying each other's flesh and passion without desire. Her white hair was matted to her chief, her center were alight with gleefulness, and her brim were creased with joy.

Her golden hair was disheveled, her eyes were possessed from the peak of her gabardine, and her lips were trembling and leaking with drool. Her body was still beautiful, but the grace of virtue was gone from it, and the modesty was gone. She reached beneath herself, grabbed the glute her father was already gripping, and she spread herself wider. The conclusion of his cock slid into her teach shithole, and a frisson ran through her. Her oculus rolled forward, and focused on me."Watch me, Mom."She whispered, hatred and greed, lecherousness and love, all mingling in the hoarse flavour of her voice. She planted her infantry into the bedclothes, and upon shaking ramification she rose, her anus stretching as it clung avariciously to her founding father's shaft, the rim sucking upon him. She reached the crease of his rooster, her eyes locked with mine, and then she dropped. The cry that came from her was filled with painful sensation and delight, and the sob that wracked her breast 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 website of her penetration obscured by the shadowed hollow created by the indentation of her crack. Her pussy opened and blushed with her stimulation, spurting with ever drop, compelled to secrete from the incorrectly side of her nethers. She begged me with her eyes, which streamed with tears of painfulness and ecstasy, 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 rootage for animal pleasures. I tasted her dear as it spurted from her, my nose wetting with her pliant fold, my natural language exploring her convulsing interior, finding the mystery locked within.

Her hands locked behind my forefront, and forced me deeper. Vita began to shove in opposition of her drops, causing them to jar in a ripple of smacking flesh, each wallop coercing her denigrate nethers to clinch in joy. Her cries were screams now, gamey, gruff and dire, filtering through a vocalisation that had once been so lovely. It was twisted now, depraved and wanting, cursing with every hint,"Fuck me, pappa ! Fuck your short whore daughter !"And he did as commanded, pummeling her ruined gape, turning her trunk into a blur of jiggling form 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 need. But I would not demand to be filled, for my pleasure was begot only from the debasement of my girl. She dug her dog into the bedding, locked her thigh into a wide paste, and jackhammered herself atop her Padre. The spurting of her interior turned to uninterrupted flood in my back talk, and her fluctuating scream turned to a continuous scream in hers. With a final apotheosis, she dropped, piecing herself deeply than ever, squishing my chin upon the roiling sack of my husband. She stayed there for a moment, grinding her hip in a violent broadsheet way, her creak sputtering to a breathless croak. The soft column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralyzed euphoria for a breathless moment. Then she came, and my expression was drenched with her release. I lapped up her expulsion as she screamed in primal hug drug, her entire consistency shaking with it. Vita groaned and growled, then erupted into his daughter's anus, filling her with her languish crony and sisters. He trembled in his own ecstasy, and with a curse, he withdrew, lifting his squirming daughter upward so that he could unload the last of himself onto my face. I tasted the delicious mixture of my married man and daughter, and eyed the outturned dilapidation 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 implements of war. They snuggled together as father and daughter might, but their fingerbreadth did not observe themselves in Platonic places. Her helping hand gently caressed his quill, and his hand trailed fingers through her pinnace folding. They stared into each other's eyes, a variety of lecherousness, love, shame and regret tinging their expressions. It was beautiful. I slithered between my daughter's weakly-splayed legs, and approached the apex of her sex. Heat radiated from her profoundness, the smell of her gratification wafted into my nostrils. She looked down at me questioningly, and I winked at her, then wrapped my brim about her prolapse. Gone was any electric resistance from her, and now she merely whined softly, played her finger's breadth through my hair, then gripped my mane, and drew me deeper into her degeneracy. Her other mitt coerced her father's arousal to engorgement, and she looked hopefully into his centre, biting her lower lip. The ignominy and regret in their formula dwindled, and the desire overtook the love that was there. There was only lust now. Only power, avaritia, and corruption .