A deep, weary yawn broke the silence of the morning as the sun began to rise and shine into the window of the young couple's abode. Poppy sighed into the early morning as she stretched her arms and sat up in bed before ruffling her messed hair. The Pop Queen glanced over at her dreary, still-asleep husband and admired his complexion as the morning rays illuminated his neck down to slightly below his shoulders, his loosely fitting night-shirt covering the rest of his toned form.
It was a quiet dawn in their small get-away home, a two week retreat from their otherwise busy life. Thus one they cherished thoroughly. The sheets rustled ever so slightly as Poppy rolled over to wake her lover, pressing her body against his, the fabric of her tanktop-like sleep shirt accentuated by her rather sizable chest pressing into his back and placing her arms around his hips. Slowly, the black-haired young troll was roused from his slumber by his wife's gentle touch, subtle grunts fell from his lips, and his glazed-over eyes began to adjust to the day, yet before that, Branch felt one thing, one of his favourite things: Poppy.
"Good morning, dear," The pink troll greeted in her soft, nearly angelic voice before providing Branch with a peck of her lips on his cheek, "Sleep well?"
Branch had hardly been conscious long enough to process her words, let alone reply to them, so what came from him instead was a satisfied-sounding grunt that could be interpreted from tone alone as a "yes" or something rather adjacent.
As Branch continued to wake,Poppy's hands found themselves under Branch's shirt and massaged his well-toned abdominals, gliding her tender hands across his muscles in an effort to reacquaint him with his senses. His groans grew louder as her hands explored his body, his eyes deglazed themselves as the sun's ray against the wall became less opaque, and he mustered multiple " Poppy …" s as his wife tenderly massaged him. When he had roused enough to think straight, Branch shifted his weight towards his wife, and with a hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her into a loose kiss, as was one of his favourite methods of greeting.
"Good morning Poppy " the teal troll replied as he pulled away from the kiss and turned himself fully around to face her in bed, moving himself to just the right distance to reciprocate her hug and see her face properly. And what a sight to behold he saw her as; her soft pink eyes, her consistently gentle, welcoming, almost motherly expression, her long pink hair tht was messy, all subjects of his thorough adoration.
Meanwhile, Poppy could say all the same of him, his eyes a similar tint to hers carrying all his kindness and stoicism within, his slightly unkempt black hair, the smile only Poppy knew the secret to getting him to show, all equal delights to her.
The pair would spend several minutes simply embracing each other as tenderly as they had become accustomed. The Pop Queen would house Branch's face with her bosom, and Branch would hold her in the crook of his neck, each exchanging neck rubs as the form their affection took lazily shifted throughout the early-morning minutes, even taking other forms, such as Branch sitting against the head of the bed, and allowing Poppy's head to rest in his lap.
When it came to Poppy's turn to provide her lap, she sat on her knees happily and patted her lap where Branch was to place his head. Scooting himself over to her, he laid between her pillowy thighs with his body perpendicular to her legs and sighed contentedly as his wife's lap cradled his head. Though he kept it within his thoughts, he was quite pleased with this angle's view of Mercedes' bosom even though they were small it was the perfect size. In a more formal setting, the teal troll might have felt shame for allowing his thoughts to go to such places so easily, but they were alone now, just the two of them together, so he needn't feel ashamed for displaying his carnal desires held for her.
Though Branch did feel it would have been of poor taste to actively draw attention to the arousal growing below his waist, he made no effort to hide it either, and Poppy was not at all inattentive. She, too, wished to savour their innocent intimacy, but as Branch's erection continued to take shape beneath his undergarments, she supposed it was better dealt with sooner rather than later, nor could she deny the sight of it permeating her arousal in turn. Slowly, Poppy began to massage his midsection, edging closer and closer to his pelvis, not hiding her intentions at all to give him the chance to pull away. To neither of their surprises, he never did, and Poppy began to work her gentle, lascivious magic.
Not one to tease during a lazy, early morning encounter such as this one, the pink girl wasted little time before reaching down to pull back his boxers. Branch could not resist a moan, nor Poppy a delighted chuckle, as the black-haired lover's fully erect member sprang up from its cloth confinement. After a moment to admire his hardness, Poppy reached a hand out to wrap around the base of her lover's shaft before beginning to gently stroke, causing her partner to sink further into her thighs and lightly twitch in her lap.
"Nng, goddess, Poppy," Branch half-whispered between hushed half moans, still not fully over his weariness.
"Just relax, dear, let me take care of you, " Poppy cooed.
"Gladly," The teal troll lethargically replied, reaching a hand up past his head to caress the legs that cushioned him.
Poppy's hands were soft as silk as they gently glid up and down her husband's stiff shaft, a sensation almost more soothing than satiating. She freely allowed Branch to settle into these sensations, a carnal indulgence on a lazy morning being something she was more than happy to provide. Her off-hand would, in little time, find its way from her side to the short scruff possessed by her beloved, rustling his already messy hair about and gently gliding her fingers across his scalp, mixing pleased mewls into his moans. Poppy gazed below at the teal troll's nestling his head within her legs and grinned fondly at his closed-eyed smile, ensuring her pace was gentle enough to not distort the expression too far into pure pleasure.
Rather than rapid variations of speed and technique, The pop queen simply savoured the occasion, continually stroking Branch's member at the same velvety intensity and gentle pace, patting his head as she pampered her beloved. An eventual orgasm would slowly arrive, and a long, breathy moan sung from his lips as Branch's climax washed over him. Music to Poppy's ears would soon touch her other senses, too, as she saw and felt the steady flow of semen begin to emerge from her lover's member. This expulsion of lust was equivalently as gentle as her touch had been, holding a similar potency to the norm for her husband but at a sensically gentler pace. As her hand left his crotch, Branch opened his eyes just in time to watch his wife pluck the lust from each of her fingers, cleaning them summarily.
His hazy eyes widened at a sight that naught but aroused him and that further arousal shortly melted away into general reminders of why Branch had fallen for her all that time ago. The way she cared for and indulged him was only one of these reasons. Either way, whether expected or not, reciprocity felt like it was an obligation and one he could not physically be any happier to provide. Branch pulled his boxers back over his now-softened penis and slid out of Poppy's lap to sit upright and face her for a moment before he quickly moved in. The Pop Queen was delighted to receive the sudden change in roles as Branch's legs moved to straddle hers, and his arms quickly found purchase near her hips, and a component of his hug was to grab hold of the seems of her top and slowly begin to lift, as his lips moved to match hers.
The teal troll's kiss was gentle and loose, allowing Poppy ample room to provide her own sensual input. As their lips rubbed against one another, she matched Branch's forearms with her own and felt up his back as he slowly brought her top further up her body. With some effort to move it over her chest, By
Branch lifted his wife's arms skyward and brought the shirt over and off of her entirely. As tempting as he found it to dive into her breasts, the survivalist restrained himself, as it would've been ill-fitting of the mood to do so.
The first phase of his plan was complete; Branch lifted his right leg over Poppy's legs and rolled her over onto her side. His arms would then pull her closer to the center of the bed to provide her ample space. Next, he began to bring her pyjama shorts down her legs and brought them off her right foot, allowing them to hang from her ankle. The Pop Queen's subtle reactions throughout the process, slight gasps, giggles, and the occasional moan upon contact with a sensitive spot, were a chorus of joy to Branch.
"Oh my, Branch," The pink troll moaned softly, expertly stripped of her clothes and fully prepared for whatever Branch was to provide her.
It was at this point fully time for Branch to repay his wife's earlier service, and with a hand under her torso, his repayment began. His left hand grabbed hold of Poppy's left boob, instantly garnering a light squeal as he squeezed her quite sizeable breast, more than enough to fill his hand and plenty to knead and play with, much to both their enjoyments. His alternate hand quickly got to work as well, snaking over her hip and finding its way to her now thoroughly damp slit. Branch quickly curled two fingers around her labia and gently plunged them inside, stimulating her inner walls as his thumb rubbed and twirled her clit.
"A-Ah- that's ooh lovely, Branch- Aah ," The Pop Queen spoke between gentle moans as Branch mewled warmly at her praise.
Leaving no proverbial stone unturned, Branch's lips found purchase with Poppy's neck, lightly kissing and nibbling at her nape, providing even further stimulation to the thoroughly indulged troll. His motions were slow, passionate, and deliberate, taking his time to properly indulge her senses. The fingers pleasuring her lower region remained at a consistent joined rhythm. His neck kisses were soft and light. His fondling of her breast comprised squeezes and kneads light enough for her to draw significant pleasure but not feel overwhelmed.
Not a minute or so longer, and Branch felt himself grow properly erect again, fully recovered from the service Poppy had provided him. Briefly removing the hand inside her slit, the teal troll pulled his boxers down, once again unsheathing the sword of the creator. Within an instant, Poppy felt it pressing into her voluptuous rear, earning a lustful 'Oh my' as she pushed her body slightly backward to grind against it. Branch was enthralled by her grinding and the feeling of her soft, pillowy ass against his erect member, but this was not his turn to be pleasured. Branch slid his body down the bed, cupping Poppy's ass with his midsection. Easily able to infer his intent, The pop queen lifted her right leg such that Branch could align his dick with her pussy, craving to feel him fully inside her.
The survivalist entered her slowly, not teasing but letting her feel each section as he moved further in. The Pop Queen's moans were the loudest and most expressive at this moment. The warmth that filled her entire body as she felt the tip enter was nothing short of heavenly, and every further centimetre only amplified the feeling. The position they found themselves in did not allow for Branch's entire length to fill her, but she could not have been less concerned about that fact, as the stimulation still being provided to her breast, as well as the hand that had been once again placed on her clit was already more than enough, and his continual attention to her neck made the entire experience the warmest and fuzziest it could be.
"I love you, Poppy, all of you," the teal troll leaned in to whisper in his wife's ear.
"I aah love you too, Branch," she lovingly replied
No further words were exchanged, save for the unspoken thoughts in their moans and grunts of pleasure, as Branch continued to thrust gently, and Poppy simply allowed him to do so, occasionally bringing a hand around her side to massage his cheek. Her climax would arrive in short order and came through just as pleasantly and gradually as the one she had provided him. Her walls tightened, several short, sweet moans were let out, and Branch felt his shaft grow slightly wetter before one long, heavy moan not dissimilar to his own came from The Pop Queen's lips.
Wanting not to overwhelm her and simply let her enjoy the pleasure of this one sensation, Branch's hands moved to meet at her midsection, and his thrusting slowed to a crawl as he opted to simply hug Poppy tightly and nuzzle against her neck as he listened to her heavy post-orgasm breathing. With the added stimulation of her tightness briefly increasing, Branch was nearing his own orgasm as well.
His intuition was not misplaced as he began to move faster again. Poppy's response was another set of delighted moans. It took no longer than a minute for him to reach orgasm, and in much similar fashion to his first, it was largely comprised of several slow, large thrusts accompanied by thick spurts of seed each time, now with the added heat of releasing inside of his wife. A synchronized drawn-out moan from each of them, and they had concluded their carnal session. The teal troll removed his member from inside Poppy and hugged her even more tightly than before.
"I suppose we should clean up," The Pop Queen pondered aloud before briefly leaving the bed to find a nearby cloth.
After wiping themselves clean and redressing, the couple found themselves in much the same position as before they'd started. In bed, cuddled up in each other's arms, wearily expressing their love through gentle caresses.
"We should probably get up, Poppifer," Branch lightly suggested
"Just a while longer, dear; I want to love you like this for as long as possible," Poppy counter-proposed.
"Yeah, that sounds good too," Branch conceded before sinking into her embrace, and she into his.