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 insolence.
“Is being true to our nature all that we should strive to be?” Vita asked, a teasing tenor in his voice.
“What is your nature, Vita?” I hissed at him, “This thought you wear fits you like a glove!” Then I turned to Joy, “As does yours, Daughter.”
“As does yours, Mother.” Joy sneered back. Sex vedio Elementals
We were called Elementals. The moment passed, and I angled my daughter’s pelvis upward, relishing the sweet song of her fear. I grabbed her hips, and guided them backward, watching the conflict of pleading mercy and voracious hunger battle in her golden regard. Our attraction was detestable, our intentions were repulsive, but our desire was greater than it had ever been before. We were the embodiment of ideas, those most prevalent in the cognizance of early man. The delicate column of her neck striated with tension, her back arched to a spine-cracking bow, and she stayed in paralytic euphoria for a breathless moment.
