Poppy loves Branch and its ruining her life. But not really.
There was no doubt these were Poppy's favorite moments; safe within the sanctuary of her quarters, body and soul entertwined with the troll who had given her his entire life.
Branch had made love to Poppy a number of times at this point, but each time felt like the first all over again. She couldn’t contain the soft moans that spilled past her lips as Branch filled her over and over, her legs coiled tightly around his hips and her feet digging into his ass in an effort to bring him even closer.
“Branch, uhn, ah,” The Pop Queen panted, her fingers sliding from where they’d been twined in his hair and down to his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh. Her lover hissed through his teeth at the sensation, then lowered his head and captured her lips with his, her sounds of pleasure swallowed by the heated caress of his tongue.
Seconds later Poppy felt his thrusts pick up in tempo, his fingers simultaneously shifting to her core and toying with the bundle of nerves there. Instantly she wailed into his mouth, her hips snapping up into his as liquid fire coursed its way through every vein in her body. Poppy was quickly reaching her breaking point, and Branch knew this - his thrusts growing more and more intense as his fingers sped up their motions.
“Come for me, beloved,” The teal troll breathed harshly in Poppy's ear, before taking the pointed tip between his teeth and nibbling it.
That did it. As soon as Branch commanded it of her, Poppy shattered like glass beneath him, every nerve, every fiber of her body going supernova. A fixed, breathless scream escaped Poppy's throat as she tipped her head backward, the power of her climax rendering her incoherent in every possible sense.
With a strangled groan, Branch followed; his forehead falling into her shoulder as his hips all at once stilled. Poppy registered the warmth of his seed flooding her inner depths, her arms wrapping loosely around his back as his body came to rest on top of hers.
“Poppy, I love you,” the man whispered into her skin once he caught his breath, pressing lazy, stubbly kisses to her jaw and making her giggle.
“You’re tickling me,” The Pop Queen said in turn, laughing even harder when Branch raised his head to peck her nose.
“Cruel woman,” he murmured with a smile, his hand cupping her cheek. “I know for a fact that you love it.”
Poppy pondered the statement, her eyes bouncing here and there. “Perhaps,” she agreed, then moved her hands into his hair, her fingers twining through the curly strands. “But you know what I love more?”
“What?” Branch questioned with a smirk, his eyes warm and honeyed.
“You.” The Pop Queen quietly answered, gazing up at him with all the adoration she felt. “I love you, Branch.”
Branch's breath hitched, his lips quickly seeking hers with a passionate reverence.
“Say it again,” he begged in a whisper, his forehead nuzzling her own.
“I love you,” Poppy repeated with a smile, her eyes fluttering shut. “I love you Branch.”
Her lover sighed at the chain of endearments, his lips tenderly brushing hers once more. Branch carefully slipped out of her then, rolling onto his side and bringing her into his arms.
“I never tire of hearing that from you,” Branch told her as she snuggled into his chest.
Poppy hummed contentedly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. “I never tire of saying it.”
“Then…” Branch murmured shyly, his voice trailing off, “Again? Just once more.”
The pink troll giggled as she shook her head, but abided by his request, uttering, “I love you, you wonderful, silly man.”
The teal troll smiled adoringly, his hand stroking her hair as Branch pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“Thank you, my love."
