Poppy loved her bed, the one she and Branch share. Their room is so warm and cozy, the couple huddled beneath their soft bedsheets, Branch is holding her like he always does, his steady heartbeat lulling Poppy into a deep sleep.

The Pop Queen's dreams are pleasant, her body happy with love and bliss flowing freely through her veins. She thinks of Branch, her heart beating with every breath and rapidly increasing as thoughts of him pass by. Poppy thinks of his courage and strength, and his kindness, his nurturing and caring heart. She's never met a troll like him so gentle and honorable. Her love continues to grow, her heart fluttering with each passing second. But then, a familiar feeling of bliss enters Poppy's system, something that's more exciting than calming, something rather familiar…

"Branch …" Poppy sigh, stuttering a bit as a moan leaves her lips.

Poppy feels him hum against her, the vibrations causing Poppy's sleepy lids to flutter open. Her body rolls to the side a bit only to be return to her back, Branch's large hands taking hold of the pop queen's hips.

"Stay still, baby." Branch mumbles, "Just relax."

Poppy begin to wake, her eyes opening further to find him laid out between her legs. His arms are wrapped beneath her legs, his fingers fumbling along her bare folds. Poppy gasps lightly when he places a kiss over her clit, watching him smile when he feels a shiver run through her. Branch sighs deeply as he settles in, his warm hands caressing her soft pink skin and rubbing slow circles on her hips. Somehow, Poppy feels so far away from him like this, the lonely feeling causing Poppy to reach down toward his hand. Branch smiles at this, intertwining his fingers with hers while her other hand runs through his dark messy hair.

"Poppy," he moans, "Do you want me to do this?"

Poppy sighed happily at the question, always feeling more than comfortable within his embrace. Branch continues with the permission of his wife's nod and appreciative hum, Poppy's fingers combing lightly through his hair and urging him closer to her core. Branch keeps her legs spread, the muscles in Poppy's thighs sitting lazily to the side. Poppy loves when he touches her like this, when he handles her so gently like she's a little dove sat in his palm.

Branch's soft lips make contact with Poppy's skin, his warm breaths fanning out over her lips. His tongue peaks out, the tip just barely wiggling past her folds. Then, he flattens it, running the wet muscle up Poppy's core and wetting it further. Poppy moaned and squirm lightly beneath his touch, feeling him tenderly work his tongue inside. It dips past her folds, his eyes closing at the taste. He licks into her, lapping at the arousal slowly seeping through her channel. The fingers of his free hand roam lower, landing on Poppy's uncovered sex and parting her folds further for him. With his other hand, he squeezes your own, rubbing his fingers into the skin above her palm.

It's lazy and slow, the way Branch licks her open, caressing Poppy's tired body and barely-conscious mind. His tongue leaves her heat, rising to swirl around her sensitive bud. Poppy gasps out when he does it, her hand eagerly squeezing his. At her response, Branch moves in closer, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and suckling on it with his lips and tongue.

"Gah – Branch," Poppy stuttered out, her legs beginning to tremble beneath him.

With his face stuffed between her legs, his lips pressing against her skin, Branch mumbles, "Just let go, honey. Let it take over…"

"Oh…" Poppy sighs out, moaning lightly as her eyes close in bliss.

Poppy's head pushes back into her pillow, her hips bucking lightly up against Branch's face as he ushers her orgasm's approach. It washes over Poppy, calmly but surely covering her body in a blanket of glowing warmth, Poppy's heart fluttering from the sudden pleasure bursting through it. It shivers through the female troll, through her limbs and veins and it's almost debilitating how powerful it becomes without feeling too much force behind it. It rises and rises, hitting its peak and then falling back to Earth.

Branch gives Poppy a few soft kisses, his breaths now heavy and fast. He lifts himself from the bed, crawling up and over Poppy's blissed-out form to kiss her pillowy-soft pink lips. Branch's hand gently turns Poppy's head back toward him, having lolled it to the side while she rode out her high on his face. The Pop Queen smile against her lover, herr eyes still closed as her slumber continues to hover close by. The two of them drag the moment out, trading long, slow kisses, Branch's hands roaming idly over Poppy's body while she rises to roam his. Her hands flowing over the curves of Branch's slender muscles along his arms and shoulders and back. She feel entranced by him, completely oblivious to anything other than the moment she's in. There isn't any urgency behind Branch's physical acts of love and passion, nothing to make her feel pressured or rushed. The couple just… sit here, laid against one another, enjoying the moment together as they take their time moving against the other. There's nothing else on Poppy's mind other than the sensation of being so soft and close with each other.

Poppy smiled when she felt it, the stiffening rod beneath Branch's boxers. Her fingertips find the hem of his underclothes, tugging lightly at the fabric. Branch groans lightly against Poppy, leaning back and tilting side to side as he takes them off. Branch tosses them to the ground, his body returning to hers, now just as naked as Poppy. His large, warm palm resumes its place on her cheeks, his hips shuffling delicately between Poppy's thighs. The female troll sighs out a small gasp when she feel the weight of him smack down her overly sensitive clit.

"Do you want more?" Branch asks, his voice quiet and seductive.

"Hm…" Poppy purred, "I know you do."

Branch grins, rubbing his nose over Poppy's. "That's not an answer, Gorgeous."

"Yes," Poppy giggles, "I want you hotstuff."

With that, Branch grips himself in hand, nuzzling his nose into the crook of the pop queen's neck as he lines up at her sex. He rubs the tip over Poppy's folds, fathering the slick he'd just licked from her cunt, flicking ever so gently over her tingling little bud. It's slow and delicate, the way Branch slides into her, stretching Poppy open with such soft tenderness it makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. Branch continues like this, fucking her sensually and slow, listening to the soft moans that fall from Poppy's lips.

Poppy loved this about Branch, about his tender and caring nature towards her. She can feel the muscles in his biceps and the firmness of his chest, fully aware of the power he holds and yet, he's gentle with her. Refraining from being rough or hard and choosing to express his love for her in the most tender, physical form.

Slowly but surely, his soft thrusts begin to increase, growing harder and deeper inside, not necessarily picking up the pace but just exploring Poppy's body further. The slow rock of his hips continues, pushing his cock into Poppy over and over again while he peppers her neck with small kisses and kitten licks. Branch moans out against her, twitching against her walls as he grows needier and needier, his one hand moving to hold Poppy's hip down to keep her from squirming.

"You feel so good, baby." Branch groans out, "So warm…"

His teeth graze along Poppy's skin, immediately replaced by the warm rub of his tongue, and then those soft, plush lips. Branch fills her up, stretching Poppy wide as the quiet sound of her slick lubricates his re-entry.

"You like this, honey? Does it feel good?" Branch asks, his voice sincere as he continues kissing Poppy's neck.

"Mm-hm," Poppy moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yes…"

"Fuck," Branch grunts out. "You're so cute, so good to me, letting me do this to you…"

"Always," Poppy gasps out, clenching around his cock. "I'll always let you do this to me forever."

"God," Branch groans out, grunting with each thrust he gives. "Are you gonna cum for me? Baby, please, I just want you to cum."

"Oh, Branch …" Poppy moaned out, her jaw dropping in bliss.

"Be good for me, honey." he begs. "Cum on my cock."

"Baby, Oh yes, Yeah!" Poppy moaned out, the feeling quickly building to an overwhelming sensation.

His tip just barely nudges that spot, just barely prods at the delicate, squishy flesh that makes Poppy see stars. It's an almost continuous pressure that makes your sleep body burst from the inside out, washing her pink skin in goosebumps as he holds Poppy close.

"Yeah baby, that's it." Branch praises, now close to a high of his own. "So good…"

Poppy whimpers beneath him when she feels it, feels him fill her full of his spend. Branch thrusts in deep , rolling his hips against hers and holding there, twitching lightly as he empties himself inside her. It's warm and in an almost odd way, comfortable. It's comforting to know that he's hers, that he's made her his, and that he can remind her of it whenever the feeling comes.

Branch holds Poppy like this for a moment, gently unraveling his hold on her and pulling out, slow and steady. His breathing finally starts to even out as he shimmies back beneath the covers, watching Poppy's own chest steadily rise and fall. Branch admires the sleepy smile on Poppy's face as he pulls her close, laying her on his chest and watching her snuggle into him. One arm wraps around Poppy, his hand landing on her shoulder. The other rises to her messy pink hair, petting lightly at her head before leaning in to give Poppy's hairline a gentle kiss. Branch places his forehead against Poppy's, smiling warmly to himself as she slowly returns back to her slumber, her soft snores eventually guiding him into his as Branch caresses Poppy back to sleep.