"Come on, Branchifer can't give you what you want unless I know you really need it."
The teal troll stared up at Poppy, face all warm and blotchy, a pretty blush swarming along his skin out of sheer embarrassment and the constant throbbing of his cock. Branch was on his knees, hands grasping at Poppy's thighs to get her to go easy on him, to let him get up off his achy knees and pathetic position.
But no, of course Poppy wouldn't let up, he needed this, he needed someone to take over control and force him into submission— and that troll was Poppy
So, like any good, obedient troll, he was going to have to beg for it.
"Cat got your tongue, hm?" The Pop Queen's brows raised, a faux look of disappointment flashing across her pretty features. "Really thought you were gonna be my good boy tonight, Branch."
Oh no. Branch. The Pop Queen only called him that when she was really disappointed, his full name uttering off her lips in a huff and a scowl, annoyed that he wasn't complying to her commands.
He had to fix that.
"N-no!" The teal troll rushed out, reaching up and pressing his cheek into Poppy's tummy, hands encircling her full hips when he breathed out. "I want to be good."
His speech came out as a mumble, hard to hear, muffled too by the fabric of Poppy's dress in his face, so she took a handful of his hair, tugging his face back and urging Branch to look up at her— into her eyes.
"Speak up."
"I want to be good— for you," Branch said, much louder that time, eyes pleading Poppy to coo at him as if she was proud.
A small smile graced her lips and she let go of his hair to cup at his cheek, rubbing her thumb along the sharp line of his jaw and cheekbone, over and over, soothing him just a little and letting his eyes flutter shut.
"I know you do," The Pop Queen replied, "and you are."
Branch let out a shaky breath. His cock was painful, tenting the crotch of his shorts, a little wet spot forming where his tip was resting, pre-cum already saturating him and Poppy hadn't even played with him yet.
There was a part of him that felt wrong for how pliable Branch had become, how soft and submissive he was around Poppy — a troll like him, of his status, should crave dominance inside the bedroom just like how he would outside of it.
But it was just so easy to let go, to submit and fall apart.
Branch desired attention and praise— Poppy's attention and praise.
Branch swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing and eyelids squeezing shut, he lifted up the skirt of Poppy's dress slightly, bunching it up around her thighs.
"Can I taste you?" The teal troll muttered, looking up at Poppy before shuffling closer so his nose grazed against her clothed cunt.
Poppy raised her eyebrow at him, waiting for that certain word.
"Please?" It was almost a whine, nosing at the wet spot on Poppy's underwear, the tip of his tongue swiping along it, just for a little preview of the real thing.
The Pop Queen ran her fingers through his cropped hair, scratching at his scalp the way she knew Branch liked, cooing down at him.
"Go ahead, sweet boy. I'm all yours."