He awoke just in time 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 greater. For power only covets more of itself, and now that the warlord was dead, there was a great vacuum of power.� “Why?!” Joy shrieked, staring out the window. She turned to me, her face 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 maternal embrace, and let her vent her hatred, her darkness. She bit, scratched, and pulled, but to no avail, for Elementals were immortal, amateur and the injuries 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 stop myself. I sank my fingers into her succulent flank, and rolled us onto the bed.� “Mother, what are you-” but her objection was cut short with the press of my lips, which opened her own to deliver my tongue. She stared at me, her golden eyes wide with horror, tinging their natural white for a moment as the mask of her golden body cumshot fell. Her slenderness was unsheathed from the voluptuous golden profile, her pure white flesh glowing dimly. I coerced her avaricious nature back with the motions of my tongue, delivering to her the pleasures 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 wrongness 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 unpracticed manner atop me.� “You have much to learn.” I smiled against her parted lips.� “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 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 play. I guided her hips to shift back and forth, gliding her pearl through my folds, letting indian my wet, delicate petals caress the center of her lust. She hissed and moaned, her eyes glazing and lidding with hedonism, her mouth gaping, the lustrous, gold lips glistening with my saliva. I looked over her shoulder, MILF and saw Vita watching us, his engorgement curving upward. I could see Hardcore 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 flesh.� “Take her, Vita.” I called over my daughter’s shoulder as I gripped her cheeks and spread them, “She is yours.” Joy stopped her gyrations, her face stricken with alarm.� “Mother, no!” She cried, and the sweet fear and vulnerability in her voice tickled the power-lust in Vita. He could not stop himself, and nor could she, for even though her mouth sung fearfully her protest, her body still curved to press greedily to mine. It was only when her Father 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 small of her back.� “Father, please don’t!” Joy cried, not realizing that her protests only entrenched her fate. She squirmed atop me, each shift causing our connected slits to rub and stimulate, coercing the nectar from our flushing buds to mingle 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 pleasures, and that the people we were outside of them would regret this forever. She needed to obey…she wanted to obey…him. I finally order the older woman to stop. He sat beside her trying to think of anything to say or do that MILF could erase indian past few months. Her uncertainty grew as I commanded, "Get your hair brush." She automatically spread them, inviting me in. My fingers slipped into her pussy Hardcore effortlessly, the plump lips softer than latex. “Why? Joe felt his balls boiling and he pulled from her mouth before releasing his cum. Glad that the darkness hid my burning cheeks, I wordlessly turned and began walking away, unsure what to think. Wimpy submissive men amateur are easy to control. “We told you you’d not like it!” As he moved to exit the pool he saw Nina waiting for him at the end with a proud smile on her face, Serina wore he cumshot own smile as well but it hinted to other things besides pride in him, and even Michael was nodding his approval while he clapped.