The sound of Poppy's footsteps was the loudest noise in the room, followed by the sound of labored breathing and ropes chafing as the teal male troll in the center of the room shifted.
Branch sat in a plain wooden chair, hands tied to his back by a vibrant red rope, an intricate pattern decorating his delicate chest. Branch was stripped bare, except for the underwear he had, which started to stain from his eagerness. His lower half was left untouched by the rope, but she knew that he wouldn't dare move, especially since that was Poppy's first command to him.
Poppy's second command was to keep his eyes open. Poppy's third was soon to come.
As Poppy slowly stopped circling him, she stood behind his chair, leaning down over his shoulder to whisper in his ears. Running her hands down his arm, she felt each bump of rope, admiring her handy work.
"Branch …" her breath caressed his ear, making his body shiver, "Are you going to be good for me?" At this point Poppy's fingers were tracing lazy circles around his nipples, her face buried in his shoulder as she breathed him in, relishing in his warmth, before humming into his neck as she waited for his answer.
Branch groaned at the contact, all too much for his senses, but still not enough. Her question brings heat to his face, the blush spreading down his neck and up to the tip of his ears, and even if he didn't feel it, Branch could see it all too well in the full body mirror propped up in front of him.
"Of course. Anything for you, dear."
He could feel the grin on his neck. Poppy pulled back and took another glance in the mirror.
"Branch?" The Pop Queen said.
"Y-Yes, dear?"
Poppy kneeled down in front of his seat, hands palming over the tent in his pants, sending delicious waves through his whole being.
"How good is your self control?" Poppy asked her husband, her magenta eyes looking at him innocently while the rest of her was doing anything but. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
"A-As good as you want it to be."
The sweet and loving smile that appeared on Poppy's face sent a whole different emotion through him. One could say Branch was bashful as she beamed at him.
"Always trying to please, even in this position," Poppy said as she placed a light kiss on his bare stomach, hands gripping his sensitive sides, "Then I won't feel as bad asking this of you."
"Nothing is too much if it's for you," the teal troll flirted, a saucy smile on his lips as he tried to distract himself from the patterns she was drawing on his cock.
Poppy rose from her position, bringing her face so close to his that their noses almost touched, her eyes focused on that faltering smile. "Then don't make a single sound. If you do, I stop."
Her grip on Branch's cock tightened for emphasis.
"Understand?"
Branch quickly nodded.
Poppy placed a soft kiss to his lips as a reward for agreeing to her conditions. His eyes fluttered shut as he reveled in the contact, already struggling as Branch held a groan at the back of his throat. His head leaned forward as Poppy leaned back, a small effort to maintain whatever contact they had.
Her half lidded eyes stared down at him, already pleased with how riled up he was.
"Nod if you remember your safeword."
A quick nod.
Poppy began to strip off her clothes at an infuriatingly slow pace. First her boots. Then her scarf. Next came her dress, which she took care to do extra slow as she arched her back, drawing his eyes towards her breasts. Then came her shorts, leaving her in only her undergarments.
When Branch realized that was all she was going to remove for the time being he got antsy, evident by the little grasping motions of his hands peeking out from behind his back and his wide eyes panning her entire body.
"Like what you see?" The little tilt of Poppy's mouth exuded confidence and control, all of which made him all the needier.
The flush of his face told her all she needed to know as she returned to him, straddling his legs with her own, but seated slightly back on his thighs so that Branch wouldn't be able to rub his crotch against hers.
The pop queen chuckled as she leaned into his neck, tilting her head so that Branch could see himself in the mirror ahead.
"It's a shame my marks on you never last," Poppy whispered, placing a trail of light kisses up to his ear, "All the more reason to rinse and repeat. Right, darling?"
Poppy could tell that Branch was struggling and his desperate attempts to muffle his voice by biting down on his lower lip was absolutely tempting. She sank her teeth into his neck until she could feel the scream welling up in his chest.
He stiffened in his seat, eyes rolling back, head leaning even further to the side, an open invitation to mess him up however she wished. Preferably with another bite.
Poppy would give him anything in the world purely because he deserved it, and this was no exception. Poppy nipped at his neck, taking a moment to listen in on the ropes rubbing against each other as he struggled to stay put. Then, as she bit him again, Poppy brought her hips closer, suddenly grinding down on his crotch.
"Aaah! Oh- Oh- Poppy!"
The Pop Queen pulled away from him immediately, backing away two paces from him as she sighed.
The loss of heat and contact affected him instantly. His heart dropped and his body jerked upwards as he realized his mistake.
"Branch, I made my rules clear," Poppy said, eyes shining with feigned disappointment.
Even though Poppy wasn't actually disappointed in him, Branch knew that she really would leave him hanging dry.
"Poppy, please," Branch begged, his voice hoarse and quiet, almost afraid that if he spoke any louder that there would be no saving this. "I won't mess up again. I'll b-be good for you. I swear! I'll be so so good for you." His body leaned forward, trying to get as close to her as he could, but with the ropes, Branch remained seated.
Poppy leaned closer, so that their noses were only a hair's width apart, her pink eyes never leaving his. "You already told me you'd be good. Then you weren't." Her hand threaded itself in his hair, and with a gentle but firm tug, tilted his head so that now their lips were practically touching.
Heavy labored breathing was all that left him, his chest heaving in his efforts to remain still. Branch was at his wits end.
And he was loving every second of it.
"So? Why should I believe you after you broke the same promise you just made?"
Branch was doing his best to take in every single one of Poppy's words but the sensation of her breath against his lips was doing a great job distracting him.
"Darling?"
His gulp was audible as he gathered himself. "B-Because… Ah- Um..." He barely remembered the question, let alone had time to think of an answer.
Poppy only smiled endearingly as she watched her precious lover fumble over his words. She couldn't help but kiss him, effectively stopping his half-thought-out words.
His eyes closed on instinct once more, unwilling to complain about her soft lips on his. And he sure as hell wasn't going to complain about the hand trailing down his chest. When her hand started to fondle his crotch Branch couldn't stop the jerk of his hips. Luckily Poppy only started rubbing him with more vigor as she kept kissing him. She pulled herself from his lips and started peppering kisses across his face, the side of her that just wanted to shower him with affection peeking through.
"Hmm, since you've been good up until now I suppose I can let that go."
The joy and relief this statement brought him made Branch blink away the water that he didn't even know had gathered in his eyes. Branch gratefully nodded. His mouth was too busy moaning out unintelligible sounds of pleasure.
The pop queen smiled at him lovingly once more, silently reveling in how cute her husband was. She was quick to kiss away his tears and went back to feeling up the rest of his body.
She was perfectly content with letting him ruin another pair of underwear, but was feeling merciful tonight. Leaving his lap Poppy told Branch to lift his hips. His unsteady legs did their best to lift his hips up off the chair while the female troll slowly revealed his cock. Poppy nuzzled the crook of his thigh and almost laughed at the high whine Branch let out as a result. Poppy freed him from his last bit of clothing and took a few steps back to enjoy the view.
"You really are a gift from the gods, you know that?" Poppy mused, eyes raking across the red rope.
His flush only deepened, thighs rubbing together in an attempt to find some friction. The flush could be traced down to Branch's chest, a testament to her teasing. "I-... You're too good to me, my queen," Branch squeezed from his labored breathing.
Poppy smiled into another kiss, effectively silencing his usual hiss as she sunk onto his cock. "I am no queen yet, darling." Poppy tilted her head so Branch could bite into her shoulder, clinging to her as best he could without use of his hands.
"Y-You are my queen, love. A-Always have, always will be," Branch stuttered out. Poppy would've been more moved by his romantic words if he had done his best to keep his eyes on her rather than their bouncing hips.
Poppy hummed. "If you want to be so fancy with your words then tell me what I'm doing to you right now. Or better yet, tell me how I make you feel." Her hips stilled, but she clenched down on him and waited.
Branch bit his lip and threw his head back, a desperate attempt to muffle his scream. "W-W-Wait-" There was no waiting as Poppy got up and slammed back down onto him. It was a good thing their room had a silencing rune on it.
" Please ."
"Control yourself, darling. You promised to be good," Poppy reminded him.
Branch nodded frantically before taking a moment to compose himself. His head rested on her bitten shoulder as he did his best to slow his breathing.
"Y-You have me… tied up. And the restraint is killing me, but it feels good. V-Very good."
Poppy started to move again, slowly. The composure Branch found was slipping through his fingers, and he had to close his eyes for another breath.
"Eyes up."
His eyes obediently focused on the mirror in front of him, doing an amazing job showing his debauched appearance. "The mirror… You're making me watch ," Branch whispered. Even if he didn't feel it, he could see his face flush as the embarrassment sunk in, and it only made him get hotter.
Poppy pushed him back against the chair and cupped his face, lips ghosting over his while her gaze burned into him. "And?"
"And it feels diviiine," Branch moaned. "It's hot. You're so hot around me, and I can barely- Ah!" Branch gasped, "B-Barely think."
"Good." He was rewarded with the sound of the ropes falling against the seat of the chair and ground. Even with his newfound freedom his eyes still silently asked Poppy for permission, something that only pleased her even more.
Poppy moved his arms and wrapped them around her, and Branch instantly clung on, burying himself into her neck. The pace quickened and he clung even tighter, the only buffer for his whimpering being her skin. "What do you like about this?"
Branch pulled back and Poppy could see the tears building up again, distraught at the idea that Poppy would make him use his brain when most of it was already melted.
She cooed at him, whispering words of encouragement while her fingers threaded through his hair. It was adorable. The way Branch tried to suppress his hiccups through the tears as he worked to formulate a coherent sentence in his head.
"I-I-I-"
Poppy shushed him patiently, telling him to take his time. Though that wasn't the truth considering he could break at any moment. She slowed to a circular grinding while she waited. Poppy was also pretty close, but nowhere near the level of desperation he reeked.
His tears fluctuated between flowing and not, but his arms clinging to her seemed to ground him.
His words came out in a lovingly vulnerable whisper. "I love it when you hold me… " Branch was full on crying when he finished speaking.
Play time was over.
"And I love you , darling." Poppy drowned him in kisses, washing away his tears while she brought the both of them to climax. As Branch spilled incoherent words of gratitude and moans of pleasure, Poppy returned them with praise and professions of love and adoration.
Poppy knew Branch was spent when his arms slackened around her. The glazed look in his eyes was another great indicator. Poppy couldn't help but softly press her lips to Branch's forehead, pulling back to admire him. The red that covered his face and neck were fading to a lovely pink. His black hair was a fluffy mess that Branch would surely complain about later, but this was probably Poppy's favorite style. The rope had left light marks that only served to accentuate his form and felt the urge to go again, but held back knowing he was in no condition to do so. If Poppy said she wanted to Branch would surely try, but she knew his limits.
When the haze lightened in his head Branch finally noticed her adoring gaze. It overwhelmed his already muddled mind and Branch squeaked, hiding in her chest. He could feel her chuckle and stroke his hair in an attempt to soothe him. Branch whined into her because it was working.
Poppy gave them a moment to bathe in the afterglow, but the stickiness of their mess was quickly cooling. Branch complained when Poppy pulled herself from his grasp, only to yelp as he was lifted and dropped into a warm bath.
Branch slid over and made room for her in the tub while Poppy set aside towels. When Poppy got in he settled himself into her arms and sunk till only his nose was above water.
"Close your eyes, I'm washing your hair," Poppy whispered, not wanting to ruin the quiet. Branch hummed and did as Poppy said. "Branch, don't fall asleep this time."
A gurgled "why not" was heard from the water.
"Because it's hard to carry a slippery naked body out of the water."
Branch sputtered and shot up, saying that he wouldn't have fallen asleep if Poppy didn't spend all of his energy. Poppy laughed and soothed Branch with kisses, telling him that it wasn't too bad.
