⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀<  ❈Branch's POV❈ >
(There will be some more lemon at the end of the chapter, just to let you know hehe)

Branch stood face-to-face with Poppy, their eyes locked and their expressions full of love and affection for each other. He took the pink Troll's hands in his, straightening up his posture slightly.

Poppy was wearing a silky white stress and her usual flower crown. Her hair was neatly brushed up over her head, making Branch love her even more. Everything about he was absolutely perfect to him, and he was happy she was his.

Branch was wearing a black tuxedo with a cute little red bow against the collar of the shirt. His dark blue hair was also very neat-looking and shimmering beautifully in the setting sun. This was the most exciting day of his life by far. The two Trolls had been waiting forever for this to happen. And now it was happening. They were getting married at last.

The wedding vows were said, and the priest went about with his words and everything. But the whole time, Branch was just staring lovingly into those pure, beautiful bright pink irises. The only words muttered from his mouth were: "I do," when the priest asked if he accepted Poppy. He didn't need to be asked twice. The words had rolled off his tongue pretty much instinctively.

When they were finally allowed to kiss, Branch collided his lips against Poppy's, embracing her in a hug as he did so. The sweetness of her breath and her skin mingled around him. It smelled like sugar, flowers, the spring air, and heck, she even kinda smelled like him now. The two lovers kissed for quite a while, the cheering of their friends bursting all around them.

Branch watched as the evening turned to night, stars twinkling brightly above with the moon hanging just by. "Look, Poppy," he muttered, pointing with his hand. "Stars."

He knew she loved to look at them, and she slowly moved over to his side to lift her gaze up to the sky. Her stomach had become much more swollen. It probably had been a month since Creek's execution. "Such a lovely night," Poppy said with a sigh, looking up at him with bright, happy orbs.

There was a quiet, calm little after party going on around them. The others were having heartfelt conversations, some were eating from the banquet left out, and others were dancing as some soft, slower music played.

DJ Suki, as usual, was conducting the songs played. She smiled brightly as she caught eye contact with Poppy and Branch, winking slightly before turning her bead away. She was looking very prideful at the moment.

"She's happy we're together," Poppy commented. "Everyone knew this would happen eventually. Especially after our moment in the pot all those months ago."

Branch smiled as he remembered singing True Colors to her, and they had both regained happiness and hope that they would live. And that hope had worked. Positivity always works, Branch thought, remembering what Poppy had told him countless times.

"Shall we dance?" the bright blue Troll asked, taking his wife's hands in a tender grasp.

"I'd love to," she replied, smiling widely.

Branch guided her over to the other Trolls dancing. Thankfully, him and Poppy had healed most the way from their injuries. But many bruises and scraps still marked their skin. Branch would stumble every once in a while from his still-recovering flank. Poppy tripped much more than he did, and he was sure to stay by her side when he could. He didn't want her to fall and hurt their unborn child.

The two slowly started dancing with Poppy's arms slipping around his shoulders and his hands very gently grasping her waist. He pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes twinkling in love but with also a small hint of lust.

Poppy seemed to catch that flash. She smirked just a little bit. "When do you wanna go back?" she asked.

"Soon," he muttered in reply. He closed his eyes with his face warmly pressed to hers, their breath intermixing into a cloud of nature-scent. With Poppy having the stench of spring and flowers on her body and Branch having a stone, dirt, and fresh water smell (which was actually not a bad smell), they were like the forest itself. Branch cherished the moment dearly with holding his wife protectively against him.

But soon, the lovers broke apart and stared at each other. Branch couldn't help but feel aroused at the sight of her.

Lemon starts here

Branch lowered his hips towards Poppy's. They were against each other, completely naked, and their private regions throbbing desperately for each other.

Branch could feel the bump of his wife's pregnant belly underneath him and was sure to be as careful as possible. He started off with a nice kiss, and then he pushed himself inside of her. He very gently and romantically began thrusting in and out, groaning slightly against her lips as she started to moan.

Branch let himself push his shaft deeper into her entrance, licking his dry lips, and using one finger to rub her exposed clit as he pumped in and out of her body. "Ahh..." Branch moaned out, relishing the sounds of Poppy's much louder noises.

"Is it okay if I go faster?" Branch asked, his breath hot around his face. "I don't wanna hurt you. I just—"

"Yes, Branch, you can," Poppy panted out, smiling widely up at him. Drool was already sliding from the edge of her mouth as she gazed greedily at him. He felt her shift her slim pink legs over to wrap them around his hips. He felt a boost of energy from this action and began rocking her faster underneath his powerful thrusting movements.

Branch grunted as a wave of juices from Poppy's core soaked his hard manhood, letting him go much faster and more pleasurably.

"Ohh...Branch," Poppy whimpered, grasping his brawny shoulders with her hands and gritting her teeth.

Branch knew he'd pierced into a sweet spot and began slamming roughly into it to receive those beautiful moans of ecstasy escaping the Queen's mouth. He gripped the sheets harder with his strong blue hands, shutting his eyes and letting his instincts guide him. He bucked his hips roughly against hers, entering her warm, wet canal much more deeply. He cooed softly, whispering little sweet nothings into Poppy's pointy ear. She moaned loudly against him, pressing her nose into the crook of his neck.

"B-Branch," she panted, "can w-we t-try some...thing?"

Branch nodded and slowly backed away from her, slowly and lovingly pulling his member out of her core. He did not want to hurt her so did it with careful movements.

Poppy flipped herself onto her hands and knees, lifting her ass higher in the air to give him a full view of her dripping wet folds. Branch was immediately excited by the view and climbed over his wife. He swirled the head of his hard organ around her slit, teasing her just slightly and feeling a bolt of satisfaction as she let out a frustrated groan.

He then slammed himself into her, pressing his torso against her back and using a free hand to tickle her erect nipples in swirling strokes of his fingers. He rammed back into her g-spot, stimulating her pleasure as he thrusted hard against the sensitive area.

Poppy was basically shrieking now. But it was not from pain. He knew she was enjoying this, just as he was. As if her body was thanking him, her muscles tightened around his manhood and held him inside of her. He continued to pound into that spot, loving and cherishing each pleasured moan that escaped the pink Troll's parted lips.

Poppy lifted her head up and pressed her cheek against his, and Branch hugged himself around her. He chuckled softly in her ear. "Why don't we have a nice little cuddle sex before this ends?" he suggested.

Poppy trilled in excitement. "I love cuddling!" she said in a cheery yet tired voice. He knew her body was slowing down and losing its energy from the rough sex, so he decided he'd take full charge of this until they both came.

The blue Troll wrapped his arms around his wife's body and guided her towards the bed. They laid down together, with Branch behind and his strong hands holding her against him. He continued to thrust into her from behind, enjoying the much better penetration. He nuzzled into Poppy's sweaty pink neck, glazing his tongue over the salty skin and loving the taste. It was a little different since her flesh was usually sweet, but the salty-sweet tang was beautiful to him.

Branch could feel his climax nearing, his balls tightening and his hard dick dripping inside her. "I love you," he panted into Poppy's ear.

"I love you, too," she moaned back. 

Poppy was the first to reach her climax, her back arching and her voice splitting through the air as she yelled his name. A spurt of sexual fluids coated his thick member as the Queen released her orgasm.

Branch gasped, his breath hitching, as he felt himself reaching that point as well. "Oh, Poppy," he groaned and felt the warm, white seed shoot from the head of his cock and fill her hole. He pulled out, a few strings of sperm spilling from the edges of her tight folds.

Branch was becoming soft once again and he felt very tired. The need to sleep made him curl up on the bed with Poppy pressed against him. They didn't bother getting dressed or settling in under the covers. The warmth of each other was enough for them both.

Branch nuzzled and kissed the Queen's face lovingly. "Goodnight, my sweet," he muttered.

"Goodnight, my King," Poppy answered in a voice that held a smile.

Branch was instantly reminded that he was now the second leader of Troll Tree. The idea scared him at first, but then he relaxed. It would be okay.

Thank you for reading!

Question:

Which troll do you think has the prettiest appearance?

My answer:

I'd have to say either Poppy or Guy Diamond.

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