Alrighty, this is where all the lemons from Sburb Update Patch will go.
Brendon didn't take Furlok to his bed so much as he threw her onto it. It was a difficult thing to do, as too gentle a throw would result in mocking and too strong of a throw would make her bounce right off the bed, bang her head, and kill the mood. Brendon was however a pro by this point, landing his Kismesis on the bed with just enough force as he began removing his clothes.
He always had to make sure she was away from him before they started that, as if he didn't she'd attempt, usually successfully, to literally rip the clothing off of his body. She claimed that regardless of his arguments, it was always hot, and he couldn't totally disagree with her, but didn't like having to replace clothing. His clothing removed, he made his way to the bed, where Furlok had already discarded her clothing, waiting for him with her body on display.
She skin was smooth all over, entirely grey with the noticeable exceptions of her nipples and pussy, which matched the teal coloring of her eyes. Brendon knew he needed to pick the proper angle of attack, as she'd fight him the moment he was on bed. If Brendon had to describe sex between black lovers, he would have had to say that it was like attempting to rape someone who was trying to rape you back, but with it being consensual on both sides. Those who found this concept difficult to grasp or borderline illogical he felt just weren't cut out for blackrom.
Finally he pounced, though the movement looked slow at first as he got onto the bed. Furlok always went for a kick to the chest first, and Brendon caught her by the leg, pulling her closer to him and forcing her legs apart as he lowered his head and buried his tongue inside of her, enjoying the taste of her juices, which had already begun to build up from the anticipation. It always had an odd chill to it no matter how hot her body was, with an almost fruit like taste. He could take only a few moments to savor it before picking up the pace and pushing his tongue deeper inside, needing to keep her unfocused if he was gonna stay in control.
It seemed to be working at first, her moans and shaky grip on his hair signs of her lack of attention, until her legs broke free of his grip and locked around his head, trapping him in place and putting her in charge. He didn't look up to see it, but he could feel her smirking at him as she held back moans. His only course of action was to make her building climax intense enough that he could break free, but it wouldn't be easy.
Furlok was ruthless with her legs, once keeping him trapped between him for three climaxes and refusing him any of his own until he could escape. That had been one of the occasions where it had been difficult to tell the deference between the moments where they were fighting and fucking. He wasn't saying he enjoyed those time, but he wasn't claiming to dislike them either.
His teal blooded lover seemed to be a bit off her game today though, and by slowing his pleasuring over her to a near stop before picking up the pace again, he was able to built the pressure up enough that when his teeth pressed against her clit, she groaned with her climax, eyes squeezing tight and legs loosening just enough for him to force himself up, pushing his solid member into her wet slit and biting down on her shoulder at the same moment, causing her to cry out as it extended her climax.
The sensitivity had her already close again when the first orgasm had died down. She grit her teeth, trying to resist so she wouldn't lose anymore ground, but as she did, he did the same, just barely breaking the skin of her shoulder. Furlok was not a masochist, or at least she claimed that she wasn't, but normal sensations of pain and pleasure tend to blur together during black love, and his bite was enough to force her into a second climax.
This just plain would not do. One more of that intensity and it might well end the fun with Brendon as the victory. As he pumped in and out of her at a steadily rising pace, she locked her legs around his waist, squeeze him tight as she began to rake her nails along his back. Not enough to cut into his skin-though he did have small scars along his back from when she'd been more intense in her actions-but enough to distract.
Brendon was physically stronger than Furlok, which she was willing to admit, but with the proper leverage, anything could be moved. She just had to push at the right time and.. yes, she'd done it, turning them over and putting her on top. The movement was enough to make him release her shoulder and let her life her body, placing her hands behind her head smugly as she rode him.
But he didn't think she'd fully considered their new position. He wasn't on top anymore no, but now he could freely reach back and strike her ass, sending painful jolts of pleasure through her body, and if she made a motion to stop him, he could easily reposition them again. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek, continuing to grind her hips down against him as she endured the smacks to her round ass.
She held out long enough for Brendon to cum, grunting as the warm seed spurt into her-thankfully with no chance whatsoever of her becoming pregnant, as trolls simply weren't capable of reproducing with humans; at least not in this way. Furlok couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure as she felt Brendon's seed filling her up, hot and thick inside of her as the wet slapping of their hips colliding continued.
She lasted another five straight minutes, but Brendon could tell she couldn't hold it, striking her ass hard as he thrust up into her. She cried out as her third climax erupted from her. Brendon grunted at the extra tightness around his member, thrusting harder and reaching his own second climax. On a particularly heated meetup, he could last even longer, his record being three plus one victory lap; which had involved rope, a paddle, and Furlok learning just how many ways her rear could be used, which she was sure to return the favor for during a later hook up.
For now though, he called it at two, panting as Furlok slumped on top of him, attempting to catch her breath. He didn't want to wear himself out before this game started, and it had been specified that everyone need be in their own homes when it started. He supposed they'd both need to shower before they started now, but much like the broken leg on his bed, the marks on his back, and the black eyes he'd gotten when not fast enough to give them first, it was extremely worth it.