TTBGO/TrollsTopia: The Best of Broppy

Relaxation

A rare morning of rest in the otherwise busy lives of Branch and Poppy, cuddles, expressions of their love, and some delightfully soft sex, all the good stuff.

A deep, weary yawn broke the silence of the morning as the sun began to rise and shine into the window of the young couple’s abode. Poppy sighed into the early morning as she stretched her arms and sat up in bed before ruffling her messed hair. The Pop Queen glanced over at her dreary, still-asleep husband and admired his complexion as the morning rays illuminated his neck down to slightly below his shoulders, his loosely fitting night-shirt covering the rest of his toned form.

It was a quiet dawn in their small get-away home, a two week retreat from their otherwise busy life. Thus one they cherished thoroughly. The sheets rustled ever so slightly as Poppy rolled over to wake her lover, pressing her body against his, the fabric of her tanktop-like sleep shirt accentuated by her rather sizable chest pressing into his back and placing her arms around his hips. Slowly, the black-haired young troll was roused from his slumber by his wife’s gentle touch, subtle grunts fell from his lips, and his glazed-over eyes began to adjust to the day, yet before that, Branch felt one thing, one of his favourite things: Poppy.

“Good morning, dear,” The pink troll greeted in her soft, nearly angelic voice before providing Branch with a peck of her lips on his cheek, “Sleep well?”

Branch had hardly been conscious long enough to process her words, let alone reply to them, so what came from him instead was a satisfied-sounding grunt that could be interpreted from tone alone as a “yes” or something rather adjacent.

As Branch continued to wake,Poppy's hands found themselves under Branch's shirt and massaged his well-toned abdominals, gliding her tender hands across his muscles in an effort to reacquaint him with his senses. His groans grew louder as her hands explored his body, his eyes deglazed themselves as the sun’s ray against the wall became less opaque, and he mustered multiple “ Poppy …” s as his wife tenderly massaged him. When he had roused enough to think straight, Branch shifted his weight towards his wife, and with a hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her into a loose kiss, as was one of his favourite methods of greeting.

“Good morning Poppy ” the teal troll replied as he pulled away from the kiss and turned himself fully around to face her in bed, moving himself to just the right distance to reciprocate her hug and see her face properly. And what a sight to behold he saw her as; her soft pink eyes, her consistently gentle, welcoming, almost motherly expression, her long pink hair tht was messy, all subjects of his thorough adoration.

Meanwhile, Poppy could say all the same of him, his eyes a similar tint to hers carrying all his kindness and stoicism within, his slightly unkempt black hair, the smile only Poppy knew the secret to getting him to show, all equal delights to her.

The pair would spend several minutes simply embracing each other as tenderly as they had become accustomed. The Pop Queen would house Branch's face with her bosom, and Branch would hold her in the crook of his neck, each exchanging neck rubs as the form their affection took lazily shifted throughout the early-morning minutes, even taking other forms, such as Branch sitting against the head of the bed, and allowing Poppy's head to rest in his lap.

When it came to Poppy's turn to provide her lap, she sat on her knees happily and patted her lap where Branch was to place his head. Scooting himself over to her, he laid between her pillowy thighs with his body perpendicular to her legs and sighed contentedly as his wife’s lap cradled his head. Though he kept it within his thoughts, he was quite pleased with this angle's view of Mercedes’ bosom even though they were small it was the perfect size. In a more formal setting, the teal troll might have felt shame for allowing his thoughts to go to such places so easily, but they were alone now, just the two of them together, so he needn't feel ashamed for displaying his carnal desires held for her.