"You are a goddess."

Branch's hands run up Poppy's thighs, and she grins at him, biting her lip before kissing him, grinding down on his naked erection. His fingers sink into Poppy's hips, on top of bruises from his brute strength that he has left prior, and her chest heaves as she feels him rub up against the pink troll.

"I need you." The Pop Queen's voice is confident on the lustful words, and Branch smirks at her, undercutting her immediately. "Please Branch," Poppy added, immediately, and his smirk grows.

"Very good," Branch says, voice deep and guttural, even more so than usual, and Poppy feels herself tingle as he does; he rolls her over, pressing himself against Poppy again, and then bites at her chest. The Pop Queen never been bitten like when Branch does it - he doesn't bite to leave aesthetic love-bites that tingle when he presses them. He bites to hurt, and she yelps as he breaks the skin.

"Beautiful," Branch murmurs, kissing her skin with such tenderness that Poppy can scarcely believe he just hurt you, except by the smudge of blood on his lips. "I like to leave marks on you." You flush, and then writhe, part pain, part pleasure, as he does so down to her thighs, with his teeth; Branch kisses between Poppy's thighs, his tongue winding over her, and she whimpers. "Normally, I'd prefer you to sit on my face, but this will do. Poppifer."

"Baby," The Pop Queen gasps, and Branch lifts her hips to better lick her out; Poppy moaned again, head falling back, and Branch pulls her closer, leaving the pink troll shivering and grinding up against his mouth. "Branch, please…"

The teal troll nips at Poppy's thigh again, before burying his face between her thighs once more, and she rest her hand on his arm where it rests; his response is to spread her with his thumbs, and Poppy's skin feels as if it is crackling with electricity as his tongue laps at her clit. His hands slide up The Pop Queen's skin and to her breasts, pinching at her nipples, and Poppy's fingers tangle in the bedsheets as she tries to angle herself the best way against his tongue.

"Branch, baby, you're so good," Poppy moaned, and he grips her hips again for a moment, tongue running long and slow along her and up to her clit, so achingly unhurried and deliberately that Poppy almost want to grab his hair and encourage him along; it leaves her burning, and she moan his name through gritted teeth again, which only encourages him to keep going. The Pop Queen closes her eyes, tipping her head back again, focusing on the feeling, and her mouth falls open, breath panting from her lungs as Branch stretches Poppy out with his fingers, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her.

"Branch …" The Pop Queen's hand flies to his arm and she digs her nails in. "Baby, please, I'm gonna come…" The teal troll looks up at Poppy, and she sees the lust and longing in his eyes so clearly that it pushes Poppy over the edge, her thighs squeezing his skull as The Pop Queen moans his name over and over, toes curled up until she relaxed, shivering, back onto the bed.

The Pop Queen feels the mattress dip, and Branch presses up against her, capturing her mouth with a kiss - The Pop Queen tastes herself on his mouth, and she open her eyes to see him on top of her. Branch mumbles something against her skin, biting at her neck, and Poppy wrapped her legs around him, smiling lazily.

"Come here," The Pop Queen purred. "You can't have all the fun".…