⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀< ❈Branch's POV❈ >
(there's a little NSFW at the beginning)

Branch's eyes flickered open and he saw dim gray light filtering in through the window. It was dawn.

The male Troll lifted his head and gazed down at Poppy who was snuggled against him, protected in his strong arms. He smiled and flopped back down, nuzzling against her face with his nose.

The pink Troll stirred and grumbled slightly from his touch. She turned her head and faced him, her gaze cloudy with sleep. "Good morning," she croaked.

"Good morning," Branch returned.

Both of the Trolls were still completely naked and pressed against each other. Branch smirked a little and pulled Poppy against him with his pelvis pressed against hers.

Lemon starts here

"Again, Branch?" Poppy muttered with a slight chuckle. "You already woke me up two more times last night to do this." Despite her words, the Troll Queen looked excited and lust replaced the fatigue in her sparkly pink eyes.

"I can't help it," Branch said apologetically. "You're just so beautiful." He smiled and buried his erection into her entrance. Poppy whimpered as his hips began rocking against hers.

She hugged him tightly and licked his sweaty neck, her warm breath tickling over his skin. He humped her harder, slamming into her favorite spot and earning several moans that were gradually getting louder. The blue Troll groaned in ecstasy. His thrusts were sloppy and uneven, but it was mostly because he was tired and had done this several times during the night with Poppy after their first round.

He couldn't hold himself back. He had been planning to have sex with Poppy soon, but the first time had just made him so thrilled. He had never done it before like that.

He gripped onto Poppy hard and slammed into her tight walls with force. He grunted and panted hard, gritting his teeth as satisfaction trickled through him. The female's moans completely entranced him with the moment. He had forgotten about everything. About Creek. About all the other Trolls in the village. He didn't care about them right now. His world convinced him that he and Poppy were the only two forms of life on Earth.

"Branch," Poppy moaned out. "Let...l-let me ride...you." She was panting hard and conversed against his body.

"Okay," he groaned, flipping himself over so that Poppy was now on top.

The Troll Queen began bouncing up and down on his long length and whimpered with delight. Her slim flingers tightened around his brawny shoulders.

Branch met her thrusts with each buck of his hips. He slammed harder into her core with each movement. "Ohh...Poppy..." he moaned out.

The former Princess' eyes were gleaming with lust, love, and affection for her fiancé and she moved her face closer to his to bring him into a passionate kiss.

Branch relished the taste of her sweet pink lips, and the warmth of her face against his. He let out small moans, unlike Poppy who was practically screaming her pleasure to the skies. He did not care if anyone heard them. That was the least of his concerns right now, and he'd deal with it later. He'd much rather be embarrassed from being heard rather than not be able to pleasure his love.

With many more rough thrusts, Branch reached his climax for the fourth time that night. Well, it was mostly morning now, but you get the point. The load exploded from the tip of his bright blue rod and dribbled out from the edges of Poppy's folds. She collapsed on top of him, her wild beating heart pressed against his chest. He held her there for a long time, smiling as love filled him.

Lemon over

Branch was sitting in a bush, his eyes scanning over the page of one of his old books that he always carried with him. He had kept it in a backpack during the journey to Bergentown all those months ago with Poppy, and still had it with him now. It showed a list of healing herbs, how to make traps with plants, and how to bind weapons together. The blue Troll was still cautious after Creek's disappearance. He was back to his old routine of going out in search of plants, sticks, anything he could find. He knew no Troll would dare tease him this time, because last time he had the right idea.

"Branch, you're nothing like any kid I've ever met," his grandma told him with a sigh. "You see the world differently. You're intelligence is way above average. Your parents certainly were lucky. And I am very lucky and proud to call you my grandson."

Her gentle hand stroked across his side as he laid in his bed. After their little argument, he was feeling quite touched by her words. He had always been different from the other Troll kids and probably always would.

The little blue Troll lifted himself up and gazed at his grandmother. "Thanks," he squeaked, pressing himself against her and feeling her warm arms return the hugging gesture.

The memory melted from Branch's mind and he looked around, the noises of birdsong and the gentle winds rustling through the plants filling his ears once again. Sorrow pricked his heart like a thorn. He missed his grandmother very much and the memories of her made it all much worse. But he couldn't turn gray again. He had Poppy now and a future to look forward to.

He realized he had fallen to his knees during the flashback and quickly scrambled back up to his feet. He picked up his book that had fallen to the ground and carried on, feeling the underbrush scrape against his legs as he passed them.

"Branch? Branch!"

The sound of a familiar voice made his heart flutter in his chest. He turned around and caught sight of Poppy bustling through the greenery as she raced to catch up with him. She slewed to a halt, panting wildly.

"Wow, are you okay, Poppy?" Branch asked, coming to stand next to his fiancé.

The Queen smiled at him and brightened up. "Of course I am, sweetie!" she trilled. She leaped up and draped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss. They quickly broke apart and sat there gazing at each other.

Thump.

The noise sounded very close by. It was loud. Like the footstep of a much larger creature.

Branch turned around. He pressed himself protectively against Poppy and stared off through the vegetation.

"I think it's just the Bergens," Poppy muttered. "Don't be so jumpy, Br—"

Branch shushed her quickly, holding up one hand. His eyes locked on a shadow that fell over the plants. It was certainly a Bergen. But this one did not seem to be in for a friendly greeting.

Poppy tensed beside him. Anxiety flashed in her eyes.

"It's okay," Branch soothed. "I'm right here."

Suddenly, with no warning at all, a large, skinny, crooked light purple hand dipped down in the greenery. Claws sharper and longer than thorns hooked themselves into Branch's hair.

"BRANCH!" Poppy screamed.

The male Troll was lifted up into the air, reaching desperately towards Poppy.

The Queen extended her pink hair towards him and he groped at it frantically. But the Bergen picking him up was too strong. Branch was carried off from the Troll Tree.

He was now sitting in the palm of a Bergen. He thought he recognized the skin tone and gazed upwards, seeing that evil, scary feminine face of Chef.

"Is this him, Creek?" the female Bergen asked. She had wrapped her fingers around Branch's body to hold him still and prevent him from running away.

Branch was shocked to see Creek standing on Chef's shoulder, anger lightning his dark purple orbs. "Yes," he hissed out like there was vile in his throat.

"Perfect," the female growled. "Don't worry, little Branchie, this won't hurt us at all. But it will hurt you a lot."

Branch didn't know what exactly happened next, but what he did know is that be blacked out a moment later.

Aww, you reached the end. Bummer! XD

Anyways, let's get to the question:

Favorite Trolls scene?

Mine's probably the True Colors part. It was really touching and adorable.

Give me your answers in the comments and don't forget to vote!