Chapter two

I'm sorry. I meant to introduce myself with the first chapter, but I kinda forgot. If you want, you can call me Prim. I just wanted to say, that I'm happy to be here and I hope, you like my first fanfic ever. I'm a fan of Trolls and I just wanted to write something. So, yeah, just thanks for letting me write here. I hope you like it.

Love, Prim

How he ended up on Poppy's bed, Branch didn't know. But lying on the soft sheets was heaven. His head calmed a bit and he was able to concentrate.

„Poppy, what's going on? What are you doing?", he moaned and wriggled around, when a new wave of tingles ran through him. His feet felt as if he was walking on itchy and hot moos. His toes tickled. His head… he felt ready to rip his hair out. It made everything worse.

„Calm down, Branch. I'll help you. Hold still." Poppy's soft voice calmed his overactive nerves and Branch was able to relax a little despite the horrible feelings on his skin. Even his cloths were to much. He needed the off! Now! But Poppy was already doing that. His vest was already gone and his pants followed close. Branch sighed with relief. He didn't even care that he was now lying naked on her bed, in front of her, while she was fully clothed. It just felt so much better.

„Ok. I'm gonna start now. Just feel it. And I don't care what noises you make as long, as you are feeling better.", Poppy warned him and took his left hand in hers. Branch felt like screaming. His arm war on fire and tingled. It didn't hurt, but he could barely stand it. His muscles twitched and he wanted her to keep going. It didn't matter that it felt so bad or that he felt exposed or that he was naked. Nothing mattered, except that his skin had a direct connection to his belly button and her tender movements on his arm made his tummy fill up with mad butterflies. Branch couldn't really pinpoint when his uneasiness had jumped to pleasure. But he wasn't able to question it. All he was able to do was feel Poppy's hands softly massaging his arm and stroking his skin and the hot pleasure in his belly button. He was next to himself with need and pleasuring agony. And it was just his lower left arm.

When Poppy reached his ellbow she stoped and stood up.

„Noooo!", Branch nearly screamed. „Don't stop! Don't stop! Please!" What was he even begging for? He didn't know. All he knew was, that his lower left arm didn't tingle anymore and his tummy was on fire. Poppy needed to do something! Anything! Branch wouldn't fight. He wasn't able to.

„It's ok. I won't go anywhere. I'm just switching sides.", Poppy reassured him and took hold of his right hand, working it over like the left one. Branch moaned and started to trash. His belly button tickled worse. And it grew hotter. And it tingled. And itched. And his right arm tingled and itched. And Poppy's hands felt wonderful against his skin. Branch could feel something like a thin stick of heat go right through him. From his belly button straight to his lower back. It felt agonizing. His skin crawled and itched and he felt like he had the worst feaver.

„Poppy.", he gasped. „Poppy. Poppy. Poppy. Poppy." He felt her hands on his right arm. Stroking calmly his fingers, massaging his wrist, pressing against the back of his hand and wandering up and down his lower arm. It felt sooo good. But his attention was drawn away from the sensation on his arm, when a new surge of heat smached into his stomach. The butterflies went crazy and so did Branch. He screamed, ripped his arm out of Poppy's grip and pressed both hands on his stomach. It needed to stop. He needed a break. It was too much to handle. He couldn't. A new heatwave washed over him and he started trashing again. His feet bore into the mattress as if he tried to push himself away from all the sensations overwhelming his nerves. It didn't do any good. He needed Poppy's hands on him again.

Branch heard her voice, she was trying to calm him down. She sounded worried and stressed. Branch couldn't form one coherent sentence. Damn, he couldn't form one coherent thought. All that fell from his lips was sensless begging for her to keep touching him. Please, Poppy. Help me.

I would like to thank my first reviewer, so a shout-out to mlpfanceline1. I hope you liked this chapter. Any comments?

Love, Prim