This will be the lemon for Sburb Update Patch ch. 3/4. Before we begin, I want to clarify something going forward. For awhile I operated under the assumption that troll's had the same gender anatomy as humans. It made sense, they used terminology that directly related to human anatomy and since humans were created for them, it would only make sense that they match. It was a sound theory... until Hiveswap, where a male athlete is mentioned to have a bone-bulge, the troll term for a pussy. So, going forward, I'll be writing troll gender as such: females can shift between a fully female state, to that of a D-girl, with futa being the in between state. Males can shift between fully male to C-boy, with shemale (which is the term I use for a male futa) being their in between state. Fair? I think so. Now let's continue.
Dustine looked at the picture that had been moved behind his laptop. It showed a club, the symbol of ashen romance, with Patior and Aspico's faces on the two lower circles and his own on the top. He sighed at the memory of it, wishing he hadn't told Lurabo about it, as it was stirring up old memories now something awful. On the bright side, it stirred up memories of their happier times as an ashen relationship as well..
Aspico and Patior were already locked at the lips when Dustine entered the room. He was a little upset they'd started without him, he was meant to be the auspistice, but he supposed to eager, hateful black lovers could only keep it to themselves for so long, and it seemed to him that they were a model spade relationship, loving their good qualities and letting that love fuel their hate of the flaws. Aspico was missing a small chunk of hair, likely ripped out during the heated kissing, and Patior in turn had a bruise on his cheek.
There was a light mixture of blood connecting their mouths when they came up for air, indicating that both of them had draw blood from the other's lip during the kiss, "Cool it, I'm here." Dustine said with a smirk, Patior and Aspico separating as Dustine pulled up a chair and sat down in front of them. "Very well." Patior said, "I believe I+ w*s my turn in the domin*n+ roll."
"Yeah, try again pal," Dustine chuckled, "You had last time. Aspico, he's yours first." Aspico grinned at this, quickly removing her clothes as Patior grumbled and did the same. He refused to leave his male state, which Aspico didn't mind, as she planned on giving his rear the attention anyway, bending him over as she shifted to futa form and buried her rod in his mouth, "SucK~" She moaned.
Patior refused for a few seconds, starting to suck when Dustine have his exposed ass a hard smack and reminded him that he wouldn't get his turn next time if he didn't play nice. Aspico moaned as she felt the blue blood suck her, thrusting slowly until her entire six inches was lubricated. She then pulled out and turned Patior around, rubbing against his hole teasingly for a few moments before pushing inside.
She was in no way gentle contrary to her reputation. She hilted herself inside of Patior painfully hard, eliciting a grunt from the male troll. She struck his ass hard as she pulled his hips back to meet her thrusts, seemingly using his body as a stress ball for her frustrations, giving him all the annoyance he'd given her in a much rougher fashion. Patior grit his teeth to hold in whatever moans might escape, but they all knew he was enjoying himself.
Dustine watched happily. His pants grew tight from the show, and so he removed them, gripping his length and stroking himself as he watched. He wanted to join in now, but knew it would be rude to do so before they'd had their time to hatefuck. Angry sex first, then relaxation. Patior gripped the floor as Aspico railed him, getting close quickly either from his tightness or from her own eagerness.
Whatever the case was, she went over the edge quickly, groaning as she pumped several spurts of hot, thick seed into him. He took a few moments to catch his breath, member throbbing at a solid eight inches-perk of being an indigo blood. He got up and turned around, pinning Aspico to the wall. He leaned in to whisper a steady stream of insults into her ear as he thrust into her roughly, the olive blood groaning in pleasure as she took the large length inside.
Dustine's own length grew even harder as he watched, Aspico's slender legs locking around Patior's waist, not wanting him to stop, wanting more. If Dustine was honest, he only half understood how blackrom worked, but fuck was it hot to watch. He knew it was time for him to step in when he heard them both cry out with a shared climax, Patior filling Aspico to the brim.
He could tell Patior was about to keep going, but quickly went over, putting a hand on his shoulder and calling him off, "That's enough, back up." He said. Patior pulled out and stepped back, letting Aspico down. They walked over and stood on either side of their auspistice, "Alright, name two things you like about each other," Dustine said, moving his hands long their legs slowly, stirring both to start growing hard again. As the ashen of this relationship, it was his job to make sure they never went too far, remembering the things they loved and hated about each other.
"His brilliant mind, and his excellent machinery skillS." Aspico managed to say first. It took Patior a little longer to say anything (Dustine now wondered if that should have been his first clue that not everything was okay) but eventually answered, "Her cre*+ivi+y wi+h +he qu*dr*nts, and her skill a speaking so easily to others." "Good. Now, two things you hate about each other." Dustine instructed, hands moving up a little, barely grazing their sensitive areas.
"How rude he is to everyone for no good reasoN," Aspico said immediately, "And how he thinks he's better than everyonE." "How she cons+*n+ly insis+s +ha+ I'm somehow less +h*n I cle*rly *m," Patior said, "*nd how she v*lues +rivi*l +hings more th*n *ny+hing relev*n+." "Good," Dustine said, hands moving up to pleasure them gently, "Now, would you mind working together to help me? I'm stiff as a board over here~"
