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Spring Fling

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The moment Branch woke up, he let out a low growl muffled by his pillow. He thrashed underneath his green-patched blanket before settling down. His tail irritatedly flickered as his feet peeked out of his blanket into the cool air.

He was too warm; his body was drenched in sweat, and the gray Troll, uncaring in his claws as he grasped the parchment, ripped the blanket out of him and onto the floor. He scowled and growled threateningly at the blanket as though it was the very thing that insulted him before he let out a defeated sigh. He got out of bed, not bothering to put on his green moss robe, and grumbled under his breath as he picked up his blanket and neatly made his bed.

What was the cause of his foul mood this early morning?

Frolicking season.

Or, as Trolls called it nowadays, the Spring Fling.

Whichever name, there was one thing Branch was sure about. He hated this time of the spring season with a passion.

It was too warm to the point where his fur was covered in sweat, and a cold shower or a dip in a freezing pond would do little to nothing to ease it. Even being in the deepest, darkest, and coldest room in the entire bunker would do nothing to alleviate the boiling heat in his veins or the discomfort of his body. His body would be restless, eager, and frustrated with the desire to breed. The reek of hormones and females in season always drove his already hyperactive senses into a frenzy (but thankfully, he never really found interest enough to force himself on someone). The amount of pent-up frustration he would constantly and fruitlessly try to get rid of, as well as the constant fights of males trying to impress the females, was irritating.

And that's not even mentioning how aggressive females become when they are not impressed with their potential suitors. Suffice to say, things get bloody if a Troll isn't careful, but that was a rare occurrence.

It's okay, Branch reasons as he starts to brew the water in his kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. He would just stay in his bunker the entire week, just like he’d done in previous seasons. He can survive a week here, surviving off his rations and his sweat supply. Branch supposes that the only positive thing about the Spring Fling is that he can collect an abundance of sweat for his stash to restock and get an extra glass bottle or two.

However…

The kettle whistled loudly, which snapped Branch out of musings. He poured the water into his mug, added the crushed coffee beans, and stirred the contents on his mug. He desperately needed the caffeine, and once he took a whiff of it, he let out a content sigh and took a sip.

Where was he? Oh yeah.

Branch merely took a longer sip as he pulled out his journal. It was a little worn out, but it had all he needed to keep track of and his to-do list for the entire month.

Sure enough, he has to check his traps to see if he caught anything. He desperately needed to replenish food for the upcoming winter, so maybe, if he were lucky, he'd find an unlucky critter that stumbled upon his trap. Or another predator had been lured by the Trolls' hazardous loud parties again.

Branch almost scoffed at that, with how loud and flashy all of the villagers were at their parties. They might as well put up a flashing sign that says, “We're right here; come eat us!” It was a fucking miracle that no Bergen had stumbled upon them.

“Yet,” His brain whispered.

Branch merely took another sip of coffee, willing to push aside his discomfort for a little extra warmth. He refuses to drink cold coffee.

So yeah, apart from checking his traps and bringing back whatever critter was unfortunate enough to be snared, he also needed to forage more herbs and food for his food pantry and medical supplies. Afterward, he must check his garden for any pests and tend his plants. The rest of the day involved bunker maintenance; otherwise, he had his agenda for today.

He finishes the last of his coffee with a content sigh and puts it on the sink—he can wash that later.

With his schedule planned for today and his coffee consumed, he mentally listed what he needed today, his tail flicking back and forth.

“Ok, so I need my trap journal, my wilderness journal, some bait, a water canteen, and some snacks in case I get hungry.” Branch thought as he hummed and collected the desired items.

The gray Troll collected a few jars full of fresh berries, a few scraps of bug guts, and his homemade bait. Afterward, he filled his canteen with water (his sweat supply is safe for now) and a couple of healthy and hearty snacks to keep him satisfied for three days (one can never be too prepared in case of emergencies). His journals were easy enough, as he usually kept them in his hair.

Once the items were neatly placed on a desk, he made plans to take a cold shower. Both to ease some of the unbearable heat, even if Branch knew it was logically impossible, and to clean up whatever musk and sweat he built up. The last thing he needed was to attract predators because of his irrational body odor. So, with that in mind, he went in.

But of course, as soon as he pushed the door open, the uncomfortable heat and sensations in his body, which Branch managed to endure, only worsened.

Branch felt a whine coming out of his throat, but he managed to keep in and instead let out a low growl.

It wasn't difficult to pinpoint the source of his discomfort. It would be pointless to pretend as the scent of a female was all over his room.

A female whom Branch hated yet loved all the same.

His traitorous nostrils flared at the scent as his eyes locked on a pair of innocent-looking curtains on the wall.

Being underground, it was pointless to add any windows, but behind those curtains was where his true shame was.

A rumble came out of his throat, and carefully and subconsciously going on fours, he walked carefully towards the source of the scent as though enticing whatever was behind those curtains. His tail wagged excitedly as he gently opened the curtains.

There's nothing here but the shelves of invitations.

From bright to the brightest, from delicate to bold, each single one of them held the scent of a female.

“Poppies,” His mind unhelpfully added. “It smells of freshly picked poppies, wild strawberries, and cotton candy.”

Under normal circumstances, the sickening sweetness of these individual scents would make him gag and overwhelm his senses. But when they come from a particular Troll, he can't help but marvel over the sweet smell.

Mother Nature, he started to sound like a hormonal teenager.

He could pick up his own scent on them. His scent overpowered the sweet smell of these cards throughout the years. The card in his paw had an overwhelming sweet aroma, delighting his subconscious. The beast inside him roared in anticipation. The uncomfortable feeling underneath his being became more evident. It hurt.

It was enough to snap him out of it, and repulse washed over him in waves.

He was pathetic. He, the village outcast, the gray grump who hated loud parties, singing, and dancing, was attracted to the very Troll, who was the complete opposite of him. That Troll is a bright pink princess who is always happy and loves loud parties, singing, and dancing, which sounds like poorly written poetry if Branch is honest with himself.

Actually, that gave him another working material to work with.

With his brain putting those potential thoughts aside, he grabbed the most recent card —which was given to him no more than a week ago— he was given.

The Frolicking Spring Fling Season Festival! You are invited, Branch!

It was, thankfully, one of the more lighthearted and simple cards that was presented to him by the princess. It was a pink card with a couple of Troll cutouts holding paws with hearts all over them and their eyes. He could still have been better off without glitter blasting into his eyes when he opened the card. Again. Branch ignored the phantom pain of his eyes as he rolled them.

He never went, obviously. It was a festival dedicated to having a big orgy or a simple fling with strangers while lovers rocked the bed. Branch scrunched his nose in distaste. He never really saw the appeal; all the other Trolls had to sleep around with a couple of strangers, and the only one he wanted to be with would have no interest.

“Especially if that phony inner-peace Troll Creek is hovering all over her.” He scoffed.

And that’s not to mention he’s different from everyone. And he’s not talking about his gray state, which was appalling to the other Trolls— who would ever want to spend their time with the gray village hermit anyway? No, what was authentic seller was his awful personality and how… weird he was.

His fur was thicker, and he was undoubtedly more feral-looking, which made Trolling pups cry when they saw him. His ears were large, droopy, and unusual, and his canines were sharper, easily dagger-like weapons to cut down his prey. His claws were blunt, adapted to dig, completely contrasting to the delicate, nimble claws of the other Trolls to climb trees, and he preferred walking on four his hind legs in contrast to everyone else. But what takes the metaphorical cake is that Branch knew he was bulkier than the standard expectations of looks of male Trolls, who were more on the thinner side with a bit of a chubby stomach.

(He was sure that was because of the nauseating abundance of sugar they consumed daily, and others have the decency to call his ‘anomalous’ protein-filling meals— which are more healthy than anything in Troll Village— strange. How the Trolls manage to digest so much ungodly sugar and never get rounder, Branch will never know).

Was he self-conscious of his own looks? Yes, within good reason. It's expected when he looks so different from everyone else, and nobody finds him appealing.

So yeah, no. There is no way in the gates of helheim the Princess would be attracted to him. She wouldn’t come to him if she was on fire, and he was the only Troll with a bucket of water with him.

Delicately placing the card back, he looked down at the obvious excitement in his groin area and scowled in disgust. But beyond all that, he was ashamed. How dare he think of the perky, optimistic princess like that?

No, he was not going to go that road again right now. He had already wasted so much time doing this shameful nonsense, and he’ll be damn if he wasted any more time wallowing in self-hatred.

Branch would check his traps, bring whatever was caught to the meat storage, and write down all the data. Once he was done, then he could allow himself to spiral into his pitiful existence. He can check his garden later once he gets a grip on himself, and he could do all Bunker maintenance for the rest of the week to avoid the outside world looking at him like this.

A week avoiding her.

Easy.

But first, Branch had one thing he had to take care of...

Branch's dull blue eyes automatically looked down at his excitement, and his expression returned to that of disgust. He had already wasted too much time, and his room was getting too stuffy for his liking. So, grabbing his usual clothing—patchy brown shorts and a leaf vest—Branch stormed to the bathroom.

He was going to take a long, cold shower.

A very, very cold shower.

Branch wrote down the final piece of information in his trap journal. In the last three hours, he checked all his traps, and hardly any of them had anything. He was hardly derailed, though. The only positive outcome of the Spring Fling season is that there are no parties for an entire week. It's the only time peace and quiet overtake the village, and Branch can breathe easily, knowing they are safe.

Because there were no parties, and the Trolls were more interested in clinging to one another like starved animals, no predators would be lured in. It was a relief that no Bergens would find them this time of the season.

There was only one kill, and it was a rabbit. The meat was a bit gamey, and it was large and too heavy to carry all at once to his bunker, but it was something Branch could sink his teeth into in the winter.

Now, the question was how he was going to bring something so large and heavy to his bunker without attracting any predators.

Well, if he remembered correctly, there was an abandoned burrow nearby. He could take it there, and any large predators couldn't get past it as he took trips, and it was cool enough to prevent the meat from spoiling right away.

With a game plan in mind, Branch eagerly went to work. He grunted and strained as he dragged the rabbit.

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“You got to be fucking kidding me.”

This can not be happening right now.

Branch could only watch, stupefied at the gorgeous sight in front of him. Poppy, the village princess and perhaps the most gorgeous Troll ever, was bathing in the river, touching herself. Pink, naked flesh was being devoured by his eyes, magenta hair loose and soaked as it draped on her back. Her tail did little to nothing to hide her modesty as it curled behind her cute pink buttcheeks.

She looked and sounded absolutely gorgeous and ravishing, and he knew he was being a creep by staring at her. And the pleased noises that came out of her mouth... Hair, he was losing a grip on his senses, and that was not good!

What was she doing over here?! Shouldn’t she be at that week's festival where all the Trolls are basically jumping at each other's bones?! Why was she here and not fooling with…ugh, Creek or any of her friends?!

What made it worse was that he found her at the worst time. Branch had only made one trip to his bunker with a chunk of the rabbit. On his way back to the burrow, he somehow stumbled upon this scenery. Branch cursed himself as his body refused to move, and his eyes were glued to the very Troll he wanted to avoid this Spring Fling season. The gray Troll knew he should avert his eyes. The princess hadn't noticed that she was being watched from the shadows and bushes. He should silently go back. Pretend that nothing happened until he was done transferring all that rabbit meat into his bunker’s meat locker before he hid in shame.

But his legs refused to move, as though rooted in place. Branch remained helplessly still as a stone, holding his breath as he watched.

Her scent… Oh, her infuriating, wonderful scent. It's the smell of poppies, wild strawberries, and cotton candy, with a mix of pheromones of a female in season. It made him subconsciously roll his eyes to the back of his head, his lips licking his canines and lips.

Usually, when Spring Fling season came around, and all the other females released all these pheromones in the air, Branch would easily ignore them and carry on with his day. Albeit he would have been horny and couldn't put too much effort with a painful hard-on, but he wouldn't be interested.

But when it came to Poppy…Forest, that was a whole can of worms. His resolve would always be weak against her. How is it that with other females, he can brush’em off like nothing, yet when it comes to Poppy, he wants to have sex with her?

“Maybe because she isn't like the others,” His mind unhelpfully supplied. “She always tries to invite you to her parties. She gives you kindness you don't deserve, and you allow yourself to fall to her charms when you secretly take all her invitations and hide them in your bedroom.”

Branch could only grit his teeth. How could he allow himself to fall for her charms? Was he really that weak? The gray, pessimistic Troll, and the pink, optimistic Troll. It sounded like a poorly made fairy tale. Like sugary sweet ice cream mixed with bitter and awful-tasting mushrooms.

His muscles tensed as his nostrils took in her scent, and his shorts became tighter as his sex came out of its sheath. Branch silently cursed his weak resolve as he felt the familiar discomfort and heat in his abdomen.

His mind was becoming more fuzzy, and his thinking began to hurt. His instincts screamed at him to strut in there and show some confidence. Show her that he was a strong, fertile (despite how improbable that was) male. Someone capable of cooling her heat with the splash of his glittery seed.

He shouldn't. He couldn't. Yet he wanted to.

Another moan reached his ears, and they twitched in anticipation. They angled themselves in her direction to hear more of those delicious moans.

A gasp this time.

Branch desperately clung to what was left of his common sense and sanity as he tried to slide back from the bushes silently.

SNAP!

Then, to his utter horror and dismay, he stepped on a small branch, and it let out a loud snap that the princess heard, and she stopped whatever she was doing and was alert to her surroundings. Branch gulped when he saw her frantically looking around her surroundings for him. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and Branch knew he was fucked if he were caught staring at Poppy.

“Would it really be a bad thing?” His traitorous mind unhelpfully supplied, to which Branch cursed under his breath. Now was not the time for thinking like this! Or ever!

Before the pink princess could catch him, Branch quickly hid himself in the bush, praying he wasn't found.

He waited for a bit and held his breath. His ears perked up as he heard water sloshing around before there was a loud splash. He realized she was getting out of the water. His ears perked again when he heard wet footsteps.

“Hello?” Poppy's soft yet hoarse voice made Branch's heart and stomach do flips, both good and bad. His traitorous problem downstairs twitched in anticipation and throbbed painfully. “Is anyone there?”

Her tone had an edge, Branch noted. He stayed painfully still and held his breath.

“Fuck, I'm screwed.” Branch gulped. “If she finds me staring at her like a creep, she's going to tell everyone, and King Peppy is going to kill me if Poppy or the village doesn't kill me first!”

After a moment of silence, there was a hum and footsteps moving further away. It allowed Branch to ease a little and breathe.

Unable to help himself, he peeked out and was left with a mouthwatering sight. Princess Poppy was perched on a rock, showing her full naked glory.

Perky breasts, vibrant pink fur, and magenta hair…every bit of flesh glistened in the sun while wet and lightly swaying at the soft breeze along with the flickering of the damp tuft of her tail. Some droplets of water dripped, and Branch wanted to lick them off her fur as though dehydrated, and the only way to quench his thirst was by drinking from sweat from his sweat stash. Beautiful yet sharp fuchsia eyes staring supposedly into nothing, unbothered by the coolness she surely felt after submerging from the water.

“What a sight.” His brain traitorously thought as his erection let out a pulsed painfully, and he drooled. He barely managed to suppress a whine from coming out of his throat as he shifted his patchy shorts to try and get more comfortable.

It was a mental image that Branch would both gladly and shamefully keep to his grave.

“I need to get out of here.” Branch thought desperately, wiping the drool from his lips, and his expression panicked.

He knew his brain was already losing logic, and the pheromones Poppy was subconsciously flaunting all over were not helping him at all!

He hid in the bushes, trying to slow his already rapidly beating heart and calm the fuck down! He needed to get out of here! Back to his bunker, away from these pheromones! Away from Poppy before he did something, He would–!

Then, there was a loud moan in the air that made his trail of thoughts die. His mind blanked again, and by the time he finally caught to his brain, he was once again peeking out of the bushes, creepily staring at the beautiful specimen in front of him.

She had her head leaning back, gasping and moaning desperately and delicately. His eyes couldn't stop looking at her fingers pushing between her slit, which itself was beautiful. He envied her wetness soaking her finger, wishing it was his own fingers doing. His mouth was dry. He licked his lip as her wetness soaked her fingers and thighs.

He wanted to taste her.

“I really am a creep.” Branch grimaced as more moans and gasps came out of that cute mouth with the cute overbite that he wanted to shove his own tongue in and leave her breathless with his kisses.

His large, calloused paw went underneath his shorts, and he stroked himself in an attempt to relieve himself.

Scratch that. He was a creep and a pervert. Why didn't he leave yet? He had more productive things to do than to ogle this gorgeous, beautiful Troll who was ravishing, and he wanted to pin her as he—

He stopped that train of thought with a rapid shake of his head, accidentally rustling some leaves. He freezes; this time, he can't hide in time because Poppy seems more aware and immediately snaps her head in his direction. Their eyes locked, and all Branch could do was sweat, horrified.

“Oh, I am so fucking dead!”

But to his immense surprise, Poppy perks up. Her tail wagged happily, and there were no signs of her being aggravated. Why was she happy to see him? Shouldn’t she hate him for watching her like a total creep?

“Branch!”

Of course, before Branch could process further, he was suddenly embraced, and Branch was painfully reminded that the very Troll embracing him was stark naked. His shame was blatantly peeking through his shorts and was only hidden because of the bushes. He went still as a statue and held his breath.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” She purred, which made him jolt and reel. Her hold on him tightened in response.

“What are you doing here?!” He finally found his voice, though he held back a wince over how rough and weak it sounded. He cleared his throat and forced his voice to sound firm and scolding.“You’re stinking up the place with your pheromones! You’re going to attract predators and get yourself eaten!”

Poppy only scoffed. And she pulled away far enough to look at him with that infuriating smile, her arms never leaving him as her tail flickered behind her. Branch cursed his weak resolve as it cracked. His traitorous nostrils took in her mouth-watering scent, fused with her pheromones, and it took all his will for his eyes not to roll at the back of his head.

He was barely hanging by a thread not to jump her!

“I didn’t see you at the festival,” She chirped. “So I came looking for you!”

“And yet I find you bathing in that river.” He covered his blushing face with his large paw, mortified at his admittance. “I can’t believe I even have to say that.”

Poppy didn’t seem bothered that he admitted to practically staring at her like a total creep. Instead, she delicately removed his paw from his face, and he looked at her questionably, his blush remaining. The Princess pouted at him with a faux innocence. Heat pooled at his stomach, and his eyes stared helplessly at her cute little mouth while his brain created inappropriate thoughts.

“Well, I was feeling rather sweaty and hot,” She purred. Branch watched as her gorgeous fascia eyes went down to his covered lower half. He swallowed thickly. “So I thought a dip would help. But now that you’re here…” Her eyes shot him a look, the heavy implication not lost on him.

Branch was certain he felt his tongue twist inside his mouth. He barely managed to put off a convincing scoff while trying to pull away from her hold, which unfortunately got tighter every time he did so. “I’m not going to some festival.” Years of glaring at other Trolls certainly perfected his ability to pull a decepted glare, “Now let go of me!”

She did not. “It’s not just any type of festival!”

“No, it's a festival where everyone hooks up.” Branch bluntly stated as he rolled his eyes and screamed internally. He needed to get out of here! “I’m not interested.” His voice cracked a bit. It was hardly noticeable, but since the universe hates him, Poppy perked up.

Forest, why does she have to look enticing?

“Oh really?” She practically purred and leaned on him, and he leaned back to get as far as he could, which did not help his crumbling self-control! Mother Nature, where in the Ancestors did this seductress come from?! His painful erection throbbed as if reminding him that it was still there, “So, you really aren’t interested in having sex?”

Who would have thought the Princess could be crudely bold?

That wasn’t the point! Why was she hanging on him?! There was no fucking way she wanted to have sex with him! Surely, his muddled brain must have been drowned by her pheromones and scent to the point it wasn’t making proper connections!

“I am not going to hook up with a random Troll.” He bluntly stated, crossing his arms to appear disinterested and irritated.

“Not even with me?” She all but purred.

Branch’s brain short-circuited. Because there is no way she said–!

“What.” So much for a clever comeback.

He was jolted out of his blank state when he suddenly felt warm, soft paws wrapped around his shaft.

Paws that were definitely not his!!!!!

“Well, even if you don't want to, your little friend says otherwise.” She all but purred, pumping him. Looking down with wide, panicking eyes, he finally realized that he was out of the bushes, his back was leaning behind a tree trunk, and his shorts were missing, his throbbing erection out in the open.

Where were his shorts?!

How did she take them off without him noticing?! And when the hell did he get out of the safety of the bushes?!

“So hard and big.” Poppy purred as she gave him a sultry smirk, and Branch flushed a lavender color in his cheeks as he felt himself instinctively preen at the praises. What made it worse was that she went on her knees and blatantly leaned her cheek on the shaft of his painfully throbbing erection! Her left paw grasped the shaft while the other firmly grasped his hip.

Admittedly, he only knew about Troll anatomy through books since he stopped attending school when he was still a trolling. And… as he grew older and his body went through the changes of adulthood, he realized that he was… different.

An engorged head, with ribbed textures abounding as it leads into a girthy shaft, a complete contrast to a regular male with an appeared and circumcised head, leading down to a smaller ribbed shaft.

Yet the princess was unfazed by his strange organ. For whatever unholy reason, she was enraptured with it as she sucking and licking on the tip as though it was a lollipop!

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He shrieked, his body jerking away, but didn’t go far as the princess had a strong grip on him and refused to let him go. His wide eyes could only helplessly watch, his mind shut down, and strength and will were weakened by her bold move.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she looked at him with those fuchsia eyes, full of lust and seduction. His throat goes dry when she purposely opens her mouth to have him see her tongue do things he would never have expected her to do.

He let out a shuddering breath and gasped. His hips bucked, and he cursed to himself when Poppy’s eyes lit up. Great! He apparently encouraged her to continue! She shouldn't be doing this! She wouldn't! This stupid, stupid season was muddling her common sense and making her do irrational things, and her pheromones were not helping his already declining brain!

“W-we should stop…” He breathed, using all of his will to stop himself from bucking his hips again. “Stop.” He said gruffly, trying to stifle a moan.

She didn't. Instead, she did something that Branch was unprepared for.

She took him in the mouth, her free paw putting her stray hair behind her ear.

Branch was certain his brain exploded as shockwaves struck him like a hammer. His breath hitched at the unexpected yet terribly wonderful sensations. His hind legs nearly buckled as his traitorous tail flickered excitedly. The veins on his cock were an angry dull purple as she gave him a squeeze.

She gagged when she tried to take in more than she could.

“H-hey!” He stuttered, his back leaning behind the tree trunk. His brain hardly processed that he missed that. “Y-you shouldn’t force yourself.”

Why did he say that?! If anything, it only seemed to encourage her, which was the complete opposite of what he wanted her to do!

Her tongue swirled on the tip, and her hand squeezed his balls. Branch saw stars. He tried not to give in, but his traitorous hips bucked, and his hand placed itself on top of the pink Troll’s head to encourage her. Poppy choked, which was enough of a shock for Branch to return to reality.

Just in time, too, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last.

He pulled out of her warm mouth with all his will, pushing her face off him with his paw, not caring if he was squeezing her cheek. She let out a whine of protest, and Branch felt his erection out in the cool air scream in protest.

“Stop.” He said gruffly, his tail flickering behind him.

“Why?” She whined, pouting cutely at him. “Don’t you…want me?”

Branch let out a strangled noise. Why did she have to say it like that while looking at him like that?!

“Y-you’re not thinking rationally!” His voice cracked.

“Of course I am!” To Branch’s surprise, Poppy backed away from his paw and looked at him. She had dropped the sultry kitty act and looked offended despite the blush on her cheeks. He swallowed when he counted all of her freckles again. “Why do you think I’m not?!”

“Uh…?” The gray Troll looked at her as though it was apparent.

When she simply narrowed her eyes in confusion, he gestured to himself. Poppy only looked more confused and frustrated.

He sighed, his eyes wandering around to look for his shorts. His erection began to shrink and hide back its sheath, thankfully, but he wanted to hide whatever was left of his shredded dignity. In the end, Branch gave up looking for them and instead looked at Poppy, who mournfully stared at his sheath.

Branch cleared his throat to get her attention.

“Floppy ears, gigantic nose, bulky body, fangs, covered in ugly scars.” He gestured to every part of his body. He then scoffed bitterly, crossed his arms, and looked to the side so as not to look at Poppy. “Not to mention I’m as gray as bolder and weird.”

The pink Troll was uncharacteristically silent, and for a moment, Branch thought that she had finally processed this and was disgusted—no doubt she was trying to find the gentle words so that she could leave without looking mean.

“Is that what you really think of yourself?” Her voice was soft and quiet. But what caught Branch’s attention was how it trembled, as though she was about to cry.

Looking back at her, she did look as though she was about to cry.

Branch was taken aback. “I thought that was obvious. I’m different from everyone else.” He choked on the word ‘different’. “Trollings even called me a monster!” His tone voiced his own disgust at himself as he shook his head to shake off his disbelief. Surely, the princess wasn’t blind.

The princess would open her mouth and then close it. Apparently, she couldn’t find the words, and frankly, Branch didn’t want to hear whatever false encouragement she had to say. He had to look for his shorts and head straight to his bunker. Once he recovers from this encounter, he’ll collect the rest of the rabbit meat later.

And then he’ll hide in his bunker for the next nine years.

He looked through the bushes he had hidden behind earlier, and sure enough, he found the familiar brown, patchy shorts.

However, before he could pick them up and put them on, a familiar pair of hands went under his vest and wrapped around him. Branch tensed at the skin-to-skin contact, and his nostrils picked up the sugary, sweet smells of poppies, wild strawberries, and cotton candy.

He cursed under his breath over how nice it felt.

“W-what are you doing?” He spluttered. He turned to glance at the Troll behind him, and Branch was surprised to see sorrow on her face.

Surprise that quickly turned to guilt. He didn’t mean to make her sad! What did he do wrong? All he did was tell the truth.

“You’re not a monster,” Poppy said, her voice and eyes fierce with certainty despite the glumness on her face.

Branch snorted in disbelief, getting her off him to face her. He crossed his arms and eyed as he snarked, “If I’m not a monster, then I might as well be the most handsome Troll alive.”

The truth hurts, after all.

“You are handsome, Branch!” Poppy cried out, looking even more upset, grasping her paws on his fur. Branch tensed at how close she had gotten. “Why do you think you’re not?!”

And once again, his nostrils flared. Branch swore in his head as his body reacted again to the pheromones in the air. He should have gotten out of here quickly. It was apparent to him that Poppy wasn’t thinking as clearly, and her head was full of hormones. Once the entirety of the Spring Fling was over, she would want nothing to do with Branch. She’ll realize how much of a mistake she was making.

“Yeah, right.” Branch gently pushed her off him. He brushed aside his guilt. “The fact that you, the princess of Trollkind, wants to mate with the village outcast?” He emphasizes his words so that his message becomes clear.

He made to put on his shorts, but Poppy placed her smaller hand on his larger one. He stopped and tensed as he looked at her.

“I don’t care about any of that Branch!” She said desperately. “Nor does it matter! Why do you think I don’t want to be with you?!”

Branch swallowed as his body was once again acting up. The tip of his cock was coming out of its sheath. Thankfully, for Branch’s sanity, Poppy didn’t go ahead to grasp it. She flicked her eyes at it longly but quickly turned to look at him.

“I’m a hermit with no friends. I hate parties, glitter, singing, and dancing.” Branch said with the dullest voice, feeling his resolve crumble. “I have these ugly scars and my gray fur…” He looked at his arm disdainfully at his lack of colors, “Need I say more?”

Branch had already said all his points. This would have been a deal-breaker for a sane Troll. If Poppy finally realized this, she would return to the village and leave him alone. But that stubborn resolve remained in her eyes, and Branch had to hold back a moan as a shot of heat went through his abdomen, and his erection came out of hiding.

Stupid Frolicking season! His body was working against him!

“So what?”

Branch was caught off guard. “Huh?”

Poppy gave him a sad smile. Her hands delicately grasped the ends of his vest, and his shoulders hunched. He should stop this. Branch knew that, logically, he should pull up his shorts and storm away before he did anything stupid while the Princess was not in the right state of mind!

But his body refused to respond as Poppy gently removed the only piece of clothing in his body. It bamboozled him how his body eagerly complied as the shorts fell from his weak grasp.

Branch felt the familiar discomfort of his insecurities as his scars were now open. Jagged scars covered his body from his battles with Cuddle Pups and Growl Beasts to talon marks from birds who managed to get a grip on him before he fought them back. From bite marks from a large, territorial, carnivore bat he fought off in a cave… to even simple accidents like a paper cut, his body was covered in them.

His skin ached at being so exposed outside the safety of his bunker and in front of an audience. Branch automatically scratched the three jagged claw marks on his shoulder in a fertile attempt to ease the uncomfortable ache. He was snapped out of his daze when he felt Poppy place her hand on his, gently removing it as she placed her hand.

“You're beautiful.” The princess declared, her eyes and tone soft and gentle while packed with certainty.

Branch swallowed, feeling his throat tighten on her words. His resolve crumbled like sand before his eyes, and his body refused to function.

“You are covered in scars,” Poppy said softly, her finger trailing through a jagged scar on his bicep, causing Branch to tense. He must’ve made a face because Poppy was quick to assure. “But there is nothing wrong with that!” Poppy gave him a sad smile, “It just pains me to know that you get injured, and you never ask for help.”

I'm fine, Branch wanted to voice, but the words were stuck on his tongue as he stared at Poppy with wide eyes.

Then, she kissed his scars.

Branch jumped, not having been expecting such action from Poppy.

“W-what—!” His tongue was tied, unable to come up with clever words.

“You say you are ugly,” She continued, her finger delicately tracing the scar. “Putting yourself down as though I was in a high pillar you cannot reach…”

Another scar was kissed and delicately traced, and Branch couldn’t help but shiver as his fur bristled.

“But, I think otherwise.”

His mouth went dry, and his traitorous arms went to her hips, eager to bring her closer. Branch could see Poppy's smile encourage him as she came to his embrace. Branch’s ears twitched when he heard her sniffing his body odor, and he couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious. His muscles relaxed a fraction when she let out a content sigh.

Ancestors…he was out of his bunker. Naked. With Poppy. Who was also naked. With the risk of being discovered by predators or anyone in the village.

Yet, all Branch’s brain could process was that he wanted to get closer to this beautiful female and let her charms win him over. This gorgeous woman he was in love with was causing whatever was left of his crumbled resolve to dissolve.

The next thing Branch knew, he sat in the most comfortable spot under the shade, his back resting behind the giant tree bark. The pink Princess was constantly sitting on his lap and his arms, despite how much his brain was shouting at his body to push away Poppy and get out of there.

Yet, here he was, soaking up the princess’ affection as she kissed his body's many scars.

“Out here, we are just Poppy and Branch.” She murmured, rising to plant a delicate kiss on his ear where a small scar resided. Branch let out a shuddering breath as he looked at her with retrained want, his throat feeling dry. She settled down again, and he choked a gasp when she sat down on his erection again. “There is no one around. Our status quo, the expectations of others, our colors don't exist nor matter here.” She grinded herself on his erection. Branch let out a pathetic whine and could practically feel how soaked she was as his brain short-circuited. “To me, you are Branch. And all I want is you.”

Shamefully, it took Branch a few seconds to process Poppy's words with his half-dead brain. Once they clicked through, he swallowed.

“Are…” He struggled to find the words. “...are you sure…?”

“Please?” She gave him pleading eyes, and Branch could see the desperation and lust behind those usually perky, innocent eyes. Even if she wanted to jump him, she wanted his consent.

The gray Troll swallowed as he allowed what was left of his resolve to crumble.

“I have… four conditions,” he finally said, quietly but willingly. His lips twitched when her eyes lit up with delight, and the tuff of his tail cautiously waged while her entire tail flickered excitingly.

If the princess was willing to mate with him, and if this Spring Fling was the only time of the week in the entire year –or for the rest of his life, for that matter– he would allow himself to give in to his deepest, darkest desires, then why was he trying so hard to avoid it?

“Maybe because the princess doesn't love you.” His brain nastily supplied.“She pities you; she will want nothing to do with you after today. Why would someone as happy and beautiful as Poppy want anything to do with you? An unhappy, ugly, gray Troll?”

For a moment, Branch faltered, but he pushed those pessimistic thoughts aside when the pink princess lit up and nodded. He let out a low groan as he leaned his head back when Poppy eagerly sat down on his naked erection.

He barely stifled a groan.

“Okay! What are they?”

What are they, indeed?

“First,” he spoke, tone hoarse as he tried to keep himself in check while trying to ignore the heavenly feeling of his hypersensitive cock being pressed by this wonderful Troll sitting on his lap. He cleared his throat, “F-first of all, what ha-happens here is o-only between… us.” He shuddered pleasantly. “No tattle telling to the others. Including your friends and father.”

The last thing he wanted was for her friends to actively seek him out and cause him grief for having sex with the princess, or even accuse him of rape despite Poppy stating otherwise. Or Ancestors forbid King Peppy’s wrath for sleeping with his daughter.

“Your friends,” she automatically replied before nodding with a grin. “But that's okay; I won’t tell anyone.” She grinded harder, and both of them let out groans of pleasure. Branch gripped his paws to prevent himself from touching the vibrant pink fur. His claws were purposely digging into his own skin; any more pressure and he would draw blood.

“S-secondly,” He panted heavily, closing an eye while the other looked down at the delicious sight of Poppy's naked entrance dripping and drenching his aching cock and knot. He was already drowning in pheromones, and the instincts to breed and satisfy this wonderful female were getting more difficult to ignore. He was drooling, and had he been more focused, he would have been mortified. But he was hardly in the right state of mind to care.

“So… wet… “

Branch forced himself to look her in the eye.

“...a-afterwards…” A rumble came out of his throat. His paw traitorously placed itself and gripped almost painfully on Poppy's hips to keep her steady. She let out an approving purr as she continued to grind herself on him, this not helping his already muddled mind. “...t-this ne…” He bucks his hips and grinds himself on her entrance, which makes her cry out. “...never…h-ha..happened!” He gasped.

“L-like what?” Poppy let out a stuttering laugh, “Like…a…” She grunts, “...fairy tale?”

Branch took a moment to process this. “Y-yes.” He grunts, “Like a fairy tale.” He says breathless.

Suddenly, he throws Poppy to the grass, her stomach making painful contact with the ground. She lets out a pained grunt as he mounts her, his cock brushing lightly at her wet folds. Both moan at the contact.

As tempted as Branch was to breed Poppy in this position, he had to consider that she had never done this. He turned her around so that she could rest her back on the grass. He pressed his weight on her, careful not to crush her, and their tails intertwined tightly. Poppy eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his hips.

“A fairy tale.” She agreed with a gasp. Her entire skin was flushed underneath all that thin fur, and Branch licked her lips, making her groan and strain her body to get as close as she could to him. “A fairy tale where the princess rewards the handsome and brave hero.” She purred, staring at him intently, quickly finding his cock and grinding her wet folds to his erection eagerly, and using her arms to pull him closer. Her tail tightened her hold on his as she kissed his face frequently.

Branch’s breath hitched. Mustering the little willpower he had, he stopped her ambitions by gripping her in place, making her whine in protest. He almost broke again, but he needed to say this.

“Thirdly,” He breathed out, gaining her attention. “I want to make sure we have no regrets.”

“Huh?”

Poppy stopped her efforts and tilted her head at him. Branch looked her in the eye. “I want to make sure that neither of us regrets this, that we aren’t just doing this because hormones influenced us,” he said firmly, his grip on Poppy tightening.

As much as he wanted her, he would rather die than breed this wonderful Troll beneath him if she was only influenced by pheromones and have regrets once this was all over.

Poppy stared intently at Branch for a moment before giggling. Branch looked at her oddly and his breath hitched again when she craned her neck to plant soft kisses on his neck.

“You’re silly, Branch.” She giggled, her overbite peeking out.

“Huh?”

Poppy simply battered her eyelashes at him, which made his stomach roll, “If I didn’t really want this, did you really think I would be here…” She grinded her hips, coating him with her wetness and making him hiss. “...with my legs spread open for you?” She lifted her paw and slowly drew a line on his chest, the vibrant pink fur completely contrasting with the dull gray fur. The gray Troll tensed at her touch as she gave him a smoldering look. “If I didn’t want you in any shape or form, I would have chased you off as soon as I caught you staring. Maybe even left a mark.” She licked his sweat-drenched fur and nuzzled on his chest.

While flustered, Branch closed his eyes as it dawned on him. Of course, how could he have forgotten?

It slipped his mind, and he almost laughed in disbelief. But he instead flushes out of embarrassment because he forgot. The Spring Fling amplifies their already insatiable libido. He knew that much. But, it seemed that no matter how much they're influenced by pheromones (or, as others put it simply: how horny they are), they won’t act if they aren’t interested. He should have realized this, as he did just that with the other females in season. And if a female were aggravated enough, there would be a carnage.

Poppy is very much interested in him…and not someone like… Creek… On top of that, she never went out of her way to satisfy her needs with another Troll—just him.

The gray Troll licked his lips as his mind processed this. He truly wants to believe that the pink Troll beneath him wants him as she wants him. But…a wiring in his brain isn’t connecting it. There is this little bit of doubt that is maliciously attacking him.

Branch decided then and there to silence his mind and worry about that later. His mind was clouded with want and lust; it hurt to think rationally. Right now, this fertile, beautiful Troll has been waiting long enough, and as a male, it is his duty to knot and satisfy this princess. Sate the inferno inside her. So, metaphorically defenestrating all those anxieties and doubts, he dove in. Branch licked her ear, and it twitched as he felt her shudder when he straddled her. He pressed the tip of his cock to the slit of her dripping entrance, and Poppy bit her lip.

“Y-you never said what was the last c-condition.” She shuddered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes as she panted.

She never looked so deliciously eager.

Branch let out a feral growl, his saliva dripping onto her pink fur. She gasped, and her nimble claws clawed his back, accidentally drawing a little bit of blood. The Troll hissed at the unexpected pain, but all it did was fan the already raging inferno in his gut. His eyes darkened, and he grinned hungrily at her, which made Poppy whine and shiver.

“I never did, did I?” His voice was gruff and rough, and he felt proud of himself when he felt the females below his shudder with anticipation and delight. “The answer is obvious,” his fangs nip her neck. It wasn't enough to puncture the skin, but it made Poppy cry out.

“No bite marks.” It was such a simple rule, but Branch knew Poppy understood. Only bonded mates would leave a mark on their significant other. He would allow kisses, licks, and small nips, but biting was a line that would not be crossed.

She deserved better than a hermit grump.

And with that, he pushed in. He let out a yowl of triumph while Poppy let out a cry at the unexpected penetration. He pushed in until he was a third in, his knot not close enough to her slit. It throbbed painfully as a reminder.

Branch could only speculate on how she felt when the top of his cock touched her barriers. When he attempts to push, there is a slight wince on her part, and a part of him is worried that he may be too big for Poppy to take. He was ginormous compared to the expected size of a regular Troll, and he was afraid he would split her open. But fuck no, she was soaked and slippery that he slipped in like knife and butter.

He waited for a moment, already drenched in sweat from the boiling heat inside his veins, hesitant. But Poppy’s locked legs pushed him in. She had a desperate look on her face as she clawed his back, making him hiss in both pain and pleasure. He bucked her hips in desperation. It took all his will not to push all the way. This girl was going to kill him! Did she not realize how much effort it took him not to push?!

Branch licks his lips; he supposes this would be a delightful way to meet his end.

Her paws grabbed his cheeks, careful not to scratch him with her claws, and dragged him in for a sloppy, wet kiss, her tongue tasting all of him.

Branch felt himself fall in temptation as he kissed her back just as wildly, his tongue fighting for dominance. When they pulled back to breathe, a trail of saliva followed them.

The princess bucked her hips again, pushing a little further. There was resistance. No doubt he reached her hymen. From what he remembered, the books mentioned that It would be painful for the female on her first time.

He hesitated.

“Branch, please-!”

His resolve crumbled. Who was he to deny her wishes?

With a new resolve, he allowed whatever nervousness and anxiety were left in his system to disappear. He pushed and properly plucked her flower.

“S-sugar!”

Poppy let out a shout as her arms and legs tightened their hold on him, and she bucked her hips again. It encouraged Branch to push even further, holding his breath while Poppy let out an escalated gasp until his knot firmly kissed the lips of her clitoris. Her walls were deliciously clamping at him with no intent of letting him leave. Not that he wanted to go anywhere.

Because after such a long, anticipating, tedious wait, they were one.

Branch’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. Ancestors above, she felt divine. She was so wet, so soft, and so deliciously tight! Only in his wildest dreams would he see himself doing this to her. But his dreams paled in comparison to this heavenly sensation. Her insides clamped around his shaft, squeezed the life out of him, and drenched him with her juices. Fuck, she was going to kill him!

“A-are you okay?” The gray Troll was breathless, but he had to ask, no matter how much his will dissipated.

For a moment, Poppy didn’t answer. She was panting hard, trying to regain her breath as her chest rose and fell. She didn’t seem to be in any pain, but Branch remained vigilant.

Finally, she let out a breathless chuckle, her head falling on the grass. Branch’s paw reached down and placed it on her cheek so she could look at him.

“It feels good…” Poppy said, breathless, as she looked at him with adoration and leaned onto his paw. “...to finally have you inside me…”

He felt a jolt of pleasure shock his spine.

It finally sunk in that he was inside Poppy, and no words existed that could explain how he felt. Her hair was messy, she was drenched in sweat, and her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily. But his attention was focused more on their connected hips. Her insides filled to the brim with him.

His intentional plans to go gentle were defenestrated.

“Fuck!” Branch cried out as he gritted his teeth, hissing as he closed his eyes tight. “You… are… so damn…” He pulled out, the tip almost leaving her, which caused her to whine in protest. But she let out a shout when he slammed back in. She lifted her head desperately. “TIGHT!”

“Br-Branch!” Poppy was drooling, and she was hardly in the state of mind to notice or care. “Ha-hair, yes!” She clawed him, mind muddled with the fog of lust.

Branch growled. The instinct to wildly fuck her until she was dead brain was overriding the logic in his brain. He pulled out of her without giving her a warning. Before she could let out protests and pleas, he flipped her over to her stomach. His state of mind hardly cared how rough he was being. Seeing how Poppy eagerly got on all fours, she hardly cared and seemed to enjoy his little rough play.

The gray Troll mounted her, wrapping his strong arms around her in a protective hold before eagerly entering her again, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix.

“BRANCH!” She cried in delight as her hold on him tightened again.

He let out a shout of his own.

Ancestors above, how was she so tight?!

He vigorously thrust in her, his balls slapping her clitoris. The sound of their skin slapping, growls, pants, and escalated shouts were heard all over. Had Branch’s brain not been fogged up with lust, he would have been worried about how rough he was going and how he would have hurt her. However, Poppy's desperate wiggling and her walls clenching him as she tried to buck her hips to match his, as though her life depended on it, said otherwise. She was obviously desperate for it as much as he was.

The pink Troll craned her neck up and whined desperately. Branch took this as an invitation and eagerly mashed his lips with hers. They shared sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as Branch brutally pounded her.

“F-faster… oh hair… Branch!”

The gray Troll let out a snarl, and before he knew it, he flipped the pink Troll again so that now lying on her back, she was facing him.

He planted hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, and Poppy wrapped his legs and arms around his body deliciously. Branch felt an incredible sensation as Poppy desperately grasped and memorized every inch of his body. Poppy grabbed his face with her paws and immediately pulled in for a sloppy kiss. Branch played with her tongue eagerly before sucking on it, making Poppy give out a muffled cry as he pounded into her.

“Br-Branch! I…I–!”

Branch knew what was coming. Despite never being in a position like this before, he knew by the way she tightened around his shaft, the way she tensed. It seemingly caused the fire in his stomach to become an inferno. She let out a hoarse, loud scream when she finally reached her peak.

The gray Troll tensed as the Troll below him thoroughly soaked him, and he, too, felt himself reaching his peak.

“F-fuck!”

Flipping her again, making sure not to remove himself from her heat, he continued his pounding, only caring about finishing the act of their Spring Fling.

“B-Branch!” Poppy cried out, pushing her perky pink butt towards him, desperate for his seed.

His fangs itching to mark the beautiful female below him, Branch barely managed to prevent from doing so, and instead, he licked the back of her neck, which made Poppy reel and cry out at the sensation and claw his back.

Suddenly, he tensed, and without thinking about it or even giving a warning, he pushed, and his knot went inside with a loud, wet pop, causing Poppy to let out a loud cry while Branch released a deafening roar. The dominant male released his seed deep inside of her and pumped it as much as he could with his knot inside, humping her.

Poppy, however, let out a relieved sigh through her pants while regaining her breath. Branch could only picture how the inferno inside her core was being cooled by his warm seed. He felt his member swell inside her as he pumped all of his glittery semen inside her. His balls eagerly and desperately rubbed against her slit as he emptied himself inside her.

The pink Troll smiled, sending a jolt down his groin area. She shakily raised her paws to clasp his cheeks. Already knowing what she wanted, and he was just as eager, they shared a kiss —much more delicate than the ones they shared through their coupling.

Under normal circumstances, a female Troll who had not drunk moon tea beforehand would undoubtedly become pregnant and start the stages of developing an egg.

For a Troll like Poppy, who had just turned eighteen, held a title of royalty, and was out of wedlock, having an egg right now would be frowned upon and would leave a bad mark. Something that Branch would avoid under normal circumstances; however, he wasn’t normal by any means. There will be no consequence for their unprotected coupling.

Everyone knows that gray Trolls are infertile.

“Mmm…” Poppy was satisfied and dreamy, grinding her hips up toward his balls, which caused him to release a strangled groan and hump on instinct. “Your knot feels nice.” She purred constantly. Her voice was hoarse from the earlier shouting and screaming. It brought shivers down his spine.

“Mmm…” Branch said nothing and instead licked and gave small kisses on her sweaty skin. It was an incredible sensation he wanted to treasure in his miserable life.

They remained like that, enjoying each other's company and warmth for quite a while (half an hour at most) before Branch's knot finally softened and slipped out of Poppy before returning to its sheath. The pink Troll slackened, and quite a bit of liquid came out of her and made a mess in the grass and her butt. It made Branch preen with pride.

Poppy closed her eyes and smiled dreamily as she went into a blissful state. This was perhaps the only time Branch had ever seen her so silent and still. If it weren't for her occasional giggles and satisfied hums that escaped her mouth occasionally, he would have guessed she had fallen asleep.

Her hair was a mess and sweaty like the rest of her fur. Her cute overbite bit her lip at occasional moments when Poppy closed her mouth before she let out cute giggles. The gray Troll swears he will never see something so beautiful as this.

He wanted to kiss her.

He resisted, though.

After separating his tail from Poppy —which took considerable effort as neither wanted to leave the other’s warmth— and ignoring Poppy’s whine, Branch shakily sat down, resting on the tree back and thoroughly enjoying the giant tree provided and the slight breeze. His entire body and hair were drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids. Despite it all, Branch felt all the tension in his body relax, and his libido temporarily satiated. He purred contentedly as his tail swayed gently in the breeze.

As he enjoyed the afterglow, Poppy opened her eyes and looked at Branch with a loving smile.

“You were amazing.”

Branch grunted.

“You felt amazing.” She said dreamily, her paw cupping the entrance of her clitoris. The gray Troll swallowed when he saw her fingers touching her wet folds, their wet, glistening mess leaking out. The phantom jolts of pleasure rang inside his sheath. "Your knot was perfect.”

How did his cheeks feel warm the more she praised him? He was probably an ugly purple. He looked on his side to the river to not look at the princess and try not to think about the bubbling heat growing again in his belly.

“Yeah… you felt good.” He muttered. Branch closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze cool his sweaty fur as he took a moment to soak in the after-glow.

And then familiar fingers touched his sheath.

He jumped and let out a yelp. Looking down at his sheath, he saw the vixen that seduced him earlier licking him as she looked at him eagerly, her tail teasingly wagging behind her.

“Again?” He groaned tiredly as the tip of his cock peeked out of its sheath. This girl was insatiable.

She simply gave him an alluring smirk, which was not helping his libido at all! His cock sprung out in the open air again, drenched from their coupling and vein visible as it throbbed eagerly. Branch let out a choked gasp when Poppy squeezed him with her paws.

“So large, so perfect.” She purred, which brought a jolt down the gray Troll’s spine as she leaned her head on it and gave him a sultry smirk, eyelashes batting. “A perfect male specimen to please me.”

He cursed to himself when her praises took effect on him. Branch felt the delight and pride bloom in his chest, and his body shuddered. Poppy gave him a couple of pumps and squeezes while giving him an all-knowing, alluring grin. The male Troll felt a whine building inside his throat, and he barely managed to prevent it from escaping. Likewise, he tried to keep his moans and groans silent. And then his eyes rolled at the back of his head when his not-so-secret crush took him in her cute little mouth.

Branch gasped and looked at her with wide eyes. Any wider, and they would have popped out of his skull.

“W-what are you doing?!” He wasn't sure why he was asking something he already knew. He was caught off guard, and she was willing to go down on him again.

Poppy didn't respond but hummed and placed her bags behind her ear. The slight vibrations she created brought wonderful sensations to his sensitive flesh. Branch let out a strangled moan and threw his head back.

The pink Troll lightly scraped her teeth on his shaft and then swirled her tongue on the tip and gave it a little suck. It drove the shuddering male below her mad.

“FUCK!” Branch yelled, and he spilled his mess inside Poppy's mouth.

The female Troll let out a shocked, muffled gasp and swallowed out of instinct. She gagged and pulled back in repulse, causing the rest to spill on her chest and the grass.

“Ugh! Yuck!” She spat out the lingering mess, nose scrunching in disgust as she tried to wipe his seed from her sweaty chest with her hands. The sticky mess smeared all over her fingers. “That tasted awful!”

Branch, panting tiredly, covered in sweat, his entire body flushed and warm, simply let out an amused chuckle. His eyes glanced at the dull, glittery mess he had made, and he huffed a laugh. This was the closest way he willingly used glitter, no matter where it inconveniently came from, and the gray Troll knew from experience that it was anything but appealing in taste.

Poppy shot him a glare and simply squeezed his still-hardened shaft, which caused him to choke on his laughter, and he let out a shuddered gasp.

“H-hah, Poppy.” He shuddered, “I…”

“You're what?” She asked playfully, giving another squeeze, earning a shuddering breath as Branch jerked his hips.

“I…I'm sensitive.” The Gray Troll hissed.

“Oh?” She looked amused, squeezing him, making him hiss again at the sensitivity. The sly princess had the gall to feign innocence. “Sensitive, you say?” She purred, which made Branch sweat bullets as he stared wide-eyed at her.

No matter how exhausted he felt, he still managed to shoot her an impressive glare that could scare off a few critters.

“What do you think?” He asked sarcastically.

Another squeeze and Branch grits his teeth to prevent a gasp from escaping, refusing to humiliate himself any further.

“In that case…” Poppy purred, which brought a shiver down his spine. The princess simply pushed Branch to lay down roughly, earning an ‘oof!’ from the male, and she sat down on his stomach.

Branch propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Poppy wide-eyed.

Poppy simply smirked.

“P-Poppy?!”

The pink Troll simply purred and grinds down harder on his cock. Branch bit his lip, almost bringing out blood as he saw her wetness soak his public bone. Her wetness drenched his gray fur, and he could only gulp. Try as he might, Branch could not stop ogling down to her lower lips, glistening, glittery juices, some of which were mixed with his glistening mess.

“ I don't suppose you have a problem in–ahem, helping me with my own problem, now do you?”

The male Troll felt his mouth go dry as his cock throbbed painfully, missing the touch of the devious seductress above him. His blunt claws pierced through the ground like butter, and it took all his effort not to clinch his paws.

“Ah…n-no?” He stuttered with a shaky grin.

“Good.”

Before Branch knew it, Poppy stood up, only to hover painfully close to his face. Branch felt his eyes pop open, and his mouth grew dry as he stared at the perfect flesh above him. His cock was screaming, it hurt.

“What are you waiting for, Branchifer?” She purred, the sweet nickname rolling out her tongue despite the sugary sweetness in her tone, which was anything but innocent.

But that hardly mattered to Branch as Poppy sat down, and immediately, the gray Troll got to work. He wrapped his arms around her legs to keep her steady as he licked her like a madman. His tongue swirled wildly inside her walls. His taste buds exploded as he tasted her salty honey mixed with his bitter mess.

Poppy threw her head back, let out a loud shout, and moaned as she grinded herself on Branch. Mother Nature she looked so beautiful with her sweat-drenched fur and hair all over the place. He sucked on it as if his life depended on it, and his arm muscles flexed and tightened around Poppy as though he was trying to bring her as close as he could possibly do, never mind that there was no more space between them.

He gently bit the flesh and pulled. Poppy let out a loud groan.

“Oh yes! B-Branch!” She gasped. She attempted to move her hips in an effort to match his.

Branch bucked his hips in the air, desperate for his own release but patient and eager enough to get the seductress above him off before himself.

And then, she let out another scream as she squirted all over him. Branch eagerly swallowed her salty honey as though it was the elixir of life, and he needed it to survive another decade.

After going through the spasms of her release, Poppy’s body went slack, and it was only because of Branch's muscular paws that she didn't fall. Branch gently laid her down next to him as she caught her breath. Immediately, she wrapped her paws and legs around him and snuggly clung onto him like a lovebug. Out of instinct, Branch rested a paw on her hips. It technically wasn’t a hug, so it hardly mattered if he allowed himself to show a brief, if vague, show of affection towards this wonderful, beautiful Troll.

“Mmm.” She smiled dreamily at him. “Just…wow.” She giggled goofily as she nuzzled her cheek on his sweaty fur. The gray Troll’s ears twitched when he heard her take an inhale and press her nose on his armpit. “You smell nice…”

Branch let out a huff but couldn't keep his own smile off his face. His erection was so hard and painful that he couldn't really bear it anymore. Ignoring it until it returned to his sheath was a big no, and Poppy was catching her breath, so there was only one thing to do.

He used his own paw to grasp his shaft. His rough, calloused paws were nothing like Poppy's soft and more delicate touch. The only thing that beat that sensation was when they rutted like rabbits. But it was better than nothing. He stroked himself, eyeing the angry veins in his dull gray flesh as it throbbed in his paw. He let out a low groan. It didn't help that Poppy was watching intently at his paw work.

The tip of his shaft was an angry purple, and the rough texture of his paws would hardly bring him relief—not like Poppy’s warm mouth or the softness of her hands.

Branch gasped and growled as he tightened his hold on his angry cock, frustrated as he moved his paw up and down the shaft with minimal effort.

Poppy then placed her smaller, delicate paw on top of his, stopping his efforts.

Branch sucked in a breath of surprise as he eyed her curiously. She smiled at him. It was a mix of mischief and seduction.

“My poor Branch,” she cooed, staring at him in the eye. Branch felt his spine shiver, and his ears perked up at her emphasis on ‘my.' “So frustrated and horny that you can't reach your peak?” She purred seductively, which only made his cock throb painfully.

He swallowed in response and nodded.

She removed his paw, her eyes never leaving his.

“You’ve been a good boy,” She purred. “You took care of me, so fair is fair.”

Branch knows he said this many times, but he doesn’t care. Where did this seductress come from? Because if he was honest with himself, he loved it. He loved her.

He watched eagerly as she lifted herself, grasping his erection and steading it to her the lips of her vagina. He licked his lips subconsciously and bucked his hips helplessly.

“So impatient.” She was amused. She finally went down on him, engulfing his cock in her warm heat once again. Both of them let out moans, with Branch being a desperate mess. His arms wrapped around her hips to steady her as she rode him. He threw his head back on the rock when she grinded herself on his knot.

His hips bucked unconditionally to match her pace.

“Do you want to cum?” Poppy had the gall to lick his ear, which made his shudder violently, both from the sensation and from that tone.

She grinded harder on his knot, and he let out a yowl as he bucked harder, making her moan.

“You’re so desperate.” She purred. “Are you so frustrated?”

Branch’s arms tightened on her hips, and he growled.

The princess leaned on his ear, and he could practically feel her hot breath. “Do you want to knot me?”

He growled, baring his teeth dangerously as his lust-crazed eyes glared at her. Saliva drooling out of his lips, and both of them were drenched in sweat and reeked of sexual fluids. He bucked his hips hard, causing her playful nature to falter as he took control of their coupling. His eyes landed on her breast as they bounced with every delicious thrust.

He took one in his mouth, and Poppy cried out.

“N-no fair,” She gasped. “W-wasn’t I suppose—Ugh!” She threw her head back, her spine curling as Branch used his paw pads, which were as rough as sandpaper, to stroke her flesh. “...Gumdrops!”

Branch would have huffed a laugh at her poor attempt at Profanity had his mind not fallen into a haze of lust. Trolls are too pure even to drop a simple F-bomb and are too scandalized when he does.

He simply suckled and slammed hard inside her in return, which made her cry out. Poppy allowed it his rough play. Not to say she submitted to him. Rather, she worked to match his pace, all while fighting for her dominance. Her walls clenched hard around him, massaging his cock, and Branch let out a muffled cry.

This infuriating Princess was grinning at him smugly, no doubt pleased with catching him off guard. His vision became fuzzy. It was all a blur, but the next thing that Branch remembered was that he pushed Poppy off him. He hardly reacted to her yelp, and he prompted himself up. He went all four and began walking in circles around her. He strutted in confidence Branch never knew he had, enticing her.

Her eyes never left his body.

He growled dangerously as Poppy sat up. Thankfully for his clouded mind, she had no intentions of leaving him. Instead, she made herself comfortable by lying on her stomach, her paws sinking into the grass as she raised her neck to look at him, pouting innocently at him. Branch stopped going in circles. He stared at her behind and eyed her with predatory eyes.

The sly panther that was the princess gave him a sultry smile and raised her tail, showing her wet folds and clenching at nothing but air as though they longed for something only he could provide.

That something was in his very position, and it throbbed painfully on his very person.

She gave him a welcoming purr as she flickered her tail teasingly at him. Her eyes were half-lidded, and she purposely released more pheromones. His nostrils flared as he picked up her thick arousal mixed with the mouthwatering pheromones. It made Branch roll his eyes at the back of his head.

“Do you want to knot deep in me? She purred, and Branch let out a choked groan. The mere thought of Poppy full of his seed was delicious. “Have your seed bare your children?” The thought of Poppy’s belly swollen with his pups drove him insane.

Branch growled in affirmation, which caused Poppy to cooed invitingly. Something inside Branch snapped, and the next thing he knew, his complete bulk suddenly fell on her back, and he scrambled to position his hind legs correctly over hers so that he could penetrate.

Hearing Poppy let out an eager yip, raise her hips eagerly, and her tail coiled around his tail tightly, she was just as desperate for it as he was. He penetrated her quickly and was engulfed in her wonderfully tight, drenched insides.

“FUCK!”

“Oooooh! You feel even bigger this way.” Poppy moaned, squeezing him as she thrust her hips up to push him even further in. “Sugar.” She cursed.

Branch let out a pleased growl and succumbed to his desires. Poppy let out a cry as he slammed inside her.

“O-oh, hair, B-Branch! Yes!”

Branch’s canine ache and the urge to bite down on Poppy’s neck to hold her down was intense. His tongue curled at his teeth before he leaned to lick Poppy’s neck. The Princess let out a surprise moan and let out a loud groan as Branch hammered his hips into hers.

“I-I thought you said no biting?” She teased breathlessly.

Branch grunted. “N-not…biting.” He grunted. His brain was less interested in talking and more interested in breeding.

“Y-you don’t say.” Poppy hummed.

Branch felt her walls tighten around him, and he let out a strangled growl. Poppy let out a laugh before she let out a gasp when Branch forced his knot inside her. Poppy’s walls tightened on instinct, and Branch felt her drench his cock, indicating her climax. Branch let out another loud roar and released his climax. He practically slammed her body down with his. His brain hardly processed Poppy’s squeak of surprise, Branch being more interested in pumping his seed inside her, his balls aching and his lower half quivering.

Half an hour later, the knot loosened, and his cock returned to its sheath. Branch practically rolled off Poppy to remove his weight from her. Under normal circumstances, he would have fretted over her for going overboard. It was a miracle he didn’t succumb to the biting urge.

He stared at the leaves, with the occasional sunlight peeking out. He…had no words for what just happened. He would have started to spiral over having to have the most blowing sex (never mind that he had been a virgin over an hour ago) in his life with the princess.

But his mind was drowned in the afterglow, and he was thoroughly enjoying it. He then felt movement beside him, and Branch looked down when he saw Poppy reside on his chest, all snuggly and blissful. Satisfaction and perhaps even pride swelled on his chest as he purred.

“Are you purring?” She snickered.

“No.” He grumbled, cheeks flushing harder in embarrassment.

“Hmmm…” She merely hummed as she rested her head constantly on his chest, and to his shame, his purring intensified. “If you say so.”

Branch grumbled but was thankful she dropped the subject. He carefully caressed her magenta locs, which were messy from their intense coupling. He always believed her hair was soft, but his expectations were nothing compared to the real thing. Her hair was as smooth as silk, and Branch could pick up the faint smell of her cotton candy shampoo.

Poppy let out a content purr of her own, and Branch allowed himself to relax momentarily. But, by that point, the most rational part of his brain began to wake up.

“We need to leave,” Branch murmured to his coupling partner, who snuggled him. “Before predators discover us. We weren’t exactly…quiet.”

Poppy merely hummed, looking exhausted and unwilling to let go of him. And if Branch was honest, he pulled her closer with one arm, soaking in her warmth. Fatigue was starting to take a toll on him, but Branch couldn’t ignore the logical part of his brain. They were out in the open, with their pheromones out in the air, and their loud coupling was bound to lure in predators.

Or worse, one of the villagers could walk in on them. Branch would rather be eaten by a pack of Growl Beasts or Cuddle Pups than be caught in such a mortifying scenario.

“Poppy…”

Finally, Poppy looked at him and looked at his eyes with exhausted pleading, “Can…can we just stay a little bit longer? Please?”

“...yes..” He said it with no hesitation. He should smack himself and argue with her that it was for their safety, and then go their separate ways and forget this entire ordeal happened.

But he was too exhausted to care.

“...Thank you…” She whispered drowsily, and within moments, she fell asleep.

Branch’s ears twitched at the sound of her soft snores, and he automatically pulled her closer to him and made her comfortable. It wasn’t difficult to do as Poppy is the cuddly type, as she snuggled happily on his chest. Branch felt the familiar weight of her tail wrapping itself on his, and suddenly, he was hit by a wave of fatigue.

It was strange. Branch swore he wasn’t this tired a couple of minutes ago.

Maybe a nap won’t hurt. When they wake up, they will part ways, and both of them pretend that this never happened. Similar to that of a fairy tale. His eyelids felt heavier, and eventually, Branch succumbed to sleep.

But before he fell into the darkness, Branch swore he saw his fur give out a blue flash.

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Branch sipped on his coffee as he made breakfast. He woke up irritated (he only managed to get two hours of sleep!), drenched in sweat as usual, and frustrated beyond belief with an uncomfortable sensation in his groin.

The gray Troll took a shower –a cold shower– to freshen up and decided to forgo his moss robe and just wear a pair of thin boxers, which did nothing to hide his arousal. The wet spot on the tip of the tent in which pre-cum was leaking out and the familiar aching discomfort said everything.

Branch groaned as he placed two pieces of bread in the toaster. Once they popped out, Branch wordlessly placed them on his plate and sat down on his table to eat his simple, plain breakfast. He didn't have much of an appetite, but after yesterday's ah…marathon and the lack of sleep, Branch knew he needed to regain more energy.

He realized he was alone when he woke up later in the day yesterday. Branch would have believed that the entire ordeal with Poppy would have been a dream… Only except it would have been reckless to sleep out in the open like that! Plus, he would never sleep naked out in the open! What if the villagers caught him streaking?! He would never live it down.

Well… he hadn’t been entirely naked. His waist was tucked by a pink fluffy towel (no doubt a work of Poppy) and his clothes had been neatly piled next to him with a thank you card on top. One sniff of them, and Branch could tell they had been washed. Once he dressed, placed the unopened card in his hair for safekeeping and managed to drag what was left of the rabbit, Branch stayed in his bunker for the rest of the day.

And oddly enough, the card held no glitter.

Branch took a bite of toast as he put effort into not thinking about the smoldering, searing heat, bright pink gasps, and the stench of–

“Nope.” Branch took a long sip. “I'm not going to think about it.”

Only after he finishes his plain toast and coffee does his mind go override.

Branch groaned and slammed his head on the wooden table.

He had gone and done it. He, the pessimistic, hermit village grump, had sex with the perky, optimistic princess!

He could still feel the phantom touches of her skin against his, of her walls squeezing him, her hot breath as she panted. The way she purred whenever he knotted her, the way she said his name, her kisses–!

His cock throbbed and twitched on his boxers.

Branch had to pull his hair painfully to get himself to stop thinking about it.

Yes, he had sex with Poppy, of all Trolls. Branch wanted to hide under the rock of shame until he suffocated, but before any of that, he needed to relieve himself. The cold showers hardly did anything other than further irritate him. While Branch knew he would wallow in shame and disgust, Branch knew he'd have at least half an hour of relief before it haunted him again.

Blushing an ugly lavender and feeling his mouth go dry, he pulled out his erection.

The pulper veins were angry, and his entire organ throbbed painfully. He swallowed as he hesitantly wrapped his rough, callused paw around the shaft of his cock.

The rough texture of his paw compared nothing to the softness of Poppy's paws.

“Do you like that?” He could hear her purr.

His paw tightened around his cock, and he groaned. His sheath ached, and his knot throbbed painfully.

“Do you want to cum?” Poppy's seductive voice coyly whispered in his ear as he vividly remembered how she rode him.

“Fuck!”

“Do you want to knot deep in me? Have your seed bare your children?” Poppy all but purred as she flicked her tail and permitted him to dominate her from behind.

The mental image of her belly swelling with his pups brought delightful shivers down his spine. It was a reality that could never happen, for he was incapable of producing children. Branch had always resented his gray nature, but perhaps it was a blessing for this coupling. The last thing he wanted was for the village to be on him for having their beloved Princess pregnant outside of wedlock. Least of all, the ire of her father.

However, it would remain a miserable reminder in the long term.

But the way she said it with such conviction—as though his grayness was hardly an obstacle to the impossible and as though she wanted it as much as he did—she might as well have been a goddess from the heavens, giving him what was deemed impossible.

Branch's breath hitched as he increased the speed and grip. He shuddered a breath as he remembered Poppy's gasp, moans, and shouts when he rutted her. How wet and tight she was around him. His body shuddered as he remembered how she praised him when he knotted her and how tight she squeezed him as much as she could to keep him inside her.

He brought in his other paw and stood up as he squeezed himself, desperate to bring himself some relief, never mind that he could never reach that peak this way.

He needed a pillow, which was all the way to his room...

Oh wait, there was his couch cushion in his living room. That will do.

Plopping the worn cushion on the floor and carelessly dropping his boxers down, briefly getting caught in his hind legs before ungracefully plopping down in the ground forgotten, Branch wordlessly walked in fours, circling the pillow as though it were a Troll he was trying to entice—as though it was her.

Branch settled over it, his pelvis pressing against it.

“...Branch!” Her moans, her breathless gasps as she begged him…it would be something Branch would hold on to for as long as he lived.

He bunched the pillow up whenever it flattened beneath him. It wasn’t big enough nor firm enough to hug it against him and still be able to masturbate with it. His need to hold onto something resulted in his hands clawing the earth beneath him. His breaths came out in tiny, desperate huffs that matched each thrust of his hips. It was pathetic, him trying to mate with a Bergen damned couch cushion after having mated with the Princess.

Branch couldn’t fully enjoy the process— not when half of him felt ashamed, embarrassed, and still frustrated, and the other half was painfully aware he was by himself inside his bunker in his living room. He went through the motion mindlessly until his lower half quivered.

“P-Poppy…” He shuddered, his voice hoarse and desperate.

“Can…can we just stay longer? Please?” Branch remembered how softly she asked after their final coupling, the way he held her in their warm embrace as though the other would be gone if they let go. Her mouth-watering scent mingled with his; their tails coiled tightly, refusing the other to go.

Despite his beliefs, he never wanted to let her go.

“...yes…”

“I'm yours,” Branch whispered to the empty air as he finally reached his peak. He gritted his teeth to contain a roar as he made a mess on the cushion. It took everything in him not to plop down in a tired mess.

He panted, fatigue washing over his body. He was drenched in sweat, and some of his mess spilled on the ground. The gray Troll eyed the sparkly white mess he blatantly splattered all over. Once his brain started to reboot and process what he had done, a wave of repulse and mortification washed over him.

“Great…” He muttered sarcastically.

Apart from his bunker maintenance, he had to do some Bergen damned laundry.

Shame overwhelmed him. How dare he think about Poppy like she was his? Their coupling meant nothing but a form of release of pent-up frustration and needs.

True, Poppy wanted to mate with him (even went as far as to assure him he was physically appealing despite his lingering doubts), and she hasn't shown any form of aggression toward him during their time together. But Poppy was always friendly in and out of the Spring Fling Season. Surely, it was nothing but a simple fling, and she currently has her needs satisfied back in the village.

Hormones and pheromones were a terrible combo, especially when reality clashes with fantasy. It reminded Branch as to why he fucking hated the Spring Fling.

“At least I was her first.” Despite the depressing idea of Poppy flaunting her needs to other Trolls, he was rather smug about that. Even if… Creek, of all Trolls, was nauseatingly satisfying her needs; nothing would change the fact that he was the Princess’ first and their wonderful experience.

Though the smugness didn’t last, as Branch felt the familiar dull ache of heartbreak, he let out a depressed sigh as he pulled up his boxers. He crunched up in disgust at the wet spot and some glittery mess on them. With his groin area somewhat satisfied, his cock returned to its sheath, but the mess remained.

He needed more than a cold shower to wash away his mortification and shameful behavior, but it would have to do along with some laundry.

Once he was finished with that, he went out stark naked. There was no point in trying to put on clothes if he would just get them messy before the end of the day.

He went to grab a rag when he heard a timid knock from the pipes. His ears perked up, and his expression went annoyed.

Who would come around here this time of day? Especially during this season?

Grumbling under his breath, Branch went to his elevator (grabbing his robe on his way to hide his nakedness) as the knocking got a little louder. Once he went to his decoy room, he put on his moss robe. Once he was sure he was decent, he used the eye slot to see his uninvited guest.

Before Branch could say a gruff and rude, ‘What? ' His throat tightened, and his eyes widened when he saw who was there.

Poppy.

“Hi, Branch.” She said, smiling widely as she looked down at his eyes. Branch could see her tail flickering nervously in the corner of his eye. Her hair was tied in her usual ponytail, and she wore her blue party dress. But despite her modesty, Branch couldn’t stop thinking of the pink flesh he touched with his fingertips yesterday. Or how her beautiful magenta hair was lost, and his fingers caressed those silk-like locs. If Branch was honest, she looked gorgeous with her hair down.

Though, as beautiful as it was, Branch wouldn’t recommend it as, in practical practice, it would be useless as a Troll couldn’t defend themselves from any dangers.

They eyed one another for a moment before Branch closed the eye slot. After tinkering with a couple of locks, he opened the lid.

Poppy jumped in surprise before she smiled. Happily, Branch noticed her tail wagging excitedly.

Branch swallowed. He tried not to think about her delicious curves, her soft skin, and her walls clenching–

He would stop those thoughts right now. Now was not the time or place for this, especially when the Troll with whom he had shared that extraordinary experience was right before him.

“Poppy,” the gray Troll tried to act indifferent and aloof despite his heart beating like a drum in his chest as he closed the lid behind him. “What do you want?" he asked automatically, sounding rude and bored. He held back from cringing.

“Um…well…” Poppy nervously fidgeted in place. The pink Troll rocked back in further on the tip of her toes before eventually stopping and looking shyly at him. “I was… wondering–”

Branch interrupted her, crossing his arms, genuinely annoyed. “If you are here to invite me to another of your crazy and loud parties, let me stop you there. I will say that you wasted your time.” He stated bluntly. He raised an eyebrow, utterly confused. “Though, you could have done that after this stupid frolicking—”

“—Spring Fling Season.” Poppy corrected him, which irritated him at being interrupted.

“Whatever. The point still stands. What are you doing here while that stupid season is still going on? There’s like…what? Three days until it’s over, and we’re no longer drowning in pheromones?” He pursed his lips, his nose scrunching as he tasted sour and bitter. “Shouldn’t you be Creek or something?”

Poppy merely raised an eyebrow, looking confused, which confused the gray survivalist further.

“Why would I be with Creek?”

Branch was caught off guard despite his facial expression and body language not giving anything away.

His nostrils picked up her arousal (it was to be expected with this stupid season going on), and he could already feel his excitement come out of his sheath. Thank Mother Nature that his robe did a better job of hiding it than his shorts ever will. But he wasn't expecting that her scent was clear, pure.

Well, it wasn't entirely pure, as he could still pick up his scent mingling with hers. It wasn't as strong as yesterday, but when he had a heightened nose, which other Trolls lacked, it was as evident as Trolls being infuriatingly loud at a party.

But what caught him off guard was that he didn’t pick up any other scents from her—no scent that indicated another had touched the Princess.

He swallowed, and his throat suddenly felt dry. It took all his effort not to wag his tail in excitement as elation bubbled in his chest.

Nevertheless, he managed to play coolly as though he leaned on the hollow rock of his bunker. “...uh, since it's still Frolicking season—” He placed a finger on her mouth before she interrupted him again. “—or as you, Rainbow Trolls, say ‘Spring Fling’ thing,” He removed his finger from his mouth so that he can use both hands to air quote the disgruntling name as he rolled his eyes. No matter how one uses it, the name is still terrible. “And with you back at your village, I would have thought you would've turned to Creek or anyone else for assistance.”

Poppy looked offended. “Uh, excuse?! Are you saying that I just sleep around?!”

Her response surprised Branch as he realized he could not develop a clever one himself. “Uh…”

The princess stared him down, and admittedly, Branch was impressed and found himself reeling in over Poppy’s stink eye. This… was not good for his already dwindling self-control.

She puffed her cheeks and let out an indignant ‘Hmph!’

“Well, for your information, Branchifer,” Branch ignored the shiver in his spine when she said that nickname. “—I would never do something like that.” Poppy sniffed at him, her tone almost snooty. “It’s not my thing.”

“Uh huh…” He dryly stated, looking at her with a brow of amusement. “I'll keep that in mind, Poppifer.”

Perhaps he too soon jumped to the ‘hating the Spring Fling’ conclusion. While he could do without the pheromones and smell of sex in the air, the gray Troll enjoyed the optimistic princess, bringing out her snarky side. It is a rare sight to behold, thankfully.

Ancestors, he wasn't sure he'd be able to resist her if she did this more often.

“You still haven't told me why you're here,” Branch said, not wanting to end their little banter but having to before they went off track and he succumbed to his animalistic desires again. Her pheromones and arousal were already clouding his brain.

Poppy seemed to stare at him more before begrudgingly letting go of the subject.

“Well, you were right about that and that the Spring Fling is still in season…”

Branch hummed, his expression narrowing slightly at her stalling, and gestured for her to hurry up.

Her face expressed irritation, but her cheeks turned red, and Branch could easily count all Thirty-seven white freckles that reflected the sunlight on her cheeks. She turned away, with what Branch could guess was shyness before she looked down at the grass and nervously kicked the ground.

“...and so I came to ask if you would be…” She finally dared to look up at him, her blush intensifying. “...if you are willing to turn this into something more… permanent?”

Branch's brain shuts down.

She…she wasn't serious, right?! There is no way…!

“I…I'm sorry…” Branch chuckled nervously once his brain rebooted. He eyed her as though she sprouted another head. “I think I must have misheard you. Did you say…?”

By this point, his brain was incapable of creating sentences. But it didn’t matter because Poppy's blush died, and she looked him in the eye. That alone told him that she was serious.

“I want you to be my mate, Branch.” She looks at him with wide eyes. Despite the confidence in her expression, Branch saw her eyes reflecting her nervousness, but what caught Branch’s attention was that they also expressed hope.

Branch wondered if a deity was playing a cruel trick on him because there was no fucking way someone as beautiful and optimistic as Poppy would want to be with a gray hermit like himself.

“...why?” He spluttered pathetically, unable to come up with a proper question.

Poppy smiled at him, a darker shade of red on her cheeks. “I wasn’t completely honest about yesterday…” Her tail flicked. “You know how I invited you to the Spring Fling Festival?”

“And I said no,” Branch said bluntly, but his eyes remained on her form, his heart drumming in his chest. “Not sure why you even bothered. I already said I don’t do parties. What made you think I would go and do something as gross as that?” He was sarcastic, but he was genuinely curious. “I have little interest in hooking up with anyone.”

“Yet, you willingly hooked up with me.” Poppy pointed out, and Branch could only splutter in response, his cheeks feeling warm. “But that’s a good thing.” She was smiling at him with her overbite out, and her cheeks were a familiar dark red.

Still, that left Branch confused, and he could only say a stupid, “Huh?”

Poppy simply giggled at his reaction, her tail flickering. She merely explained, “Around a week before the Spring Fling, Creek asked me if I would be honored to become his coupling partner this year…” Branch scrunched his nose in both disgust and concealed rage. While he was… encouraging (despite his internal struggle), to fornicate with other Trolls, that did not mean he had an interest or desire in having traumatic mental images of Creek doing anything sexual with Poppy.

Egh, he needed to bleach his brain.

“Hey, don’t give me that look!” Poppy said in defense, arms raised and already knowing what he was thinking. “It’s not like I said yes.”

“Just get on with it.” He sighed, rumbling unhappily.

“Anyway, after I politely turned Creek down, I had many suitors ask me the same thing.” Poppy looked away, her hands behind her back. She went up her tippy toes and looked at Branch with half-lidded eyes that shot a wave of lust down his aching groin area. “None of them struck me. None but you.”

He opened his mouth to object, but Poppy silenced him by placing a finger on his mouth. “I know you didn’t ask, but I couldn’t help but think of you whenever someone asked. How differently you would have been had you been there…” Poppy blushed and looked down with a shy smile. The way her eyes went out of focus for a moment, Branch could already guess she was thinking of various scenarios with him. “If I’m being honest, I've had a crush on you since we were Trollings.” Her tail flicked.

Branch’s tail, however, went still as his brain short-circuited at the confession. “W-why?!” He sputtered pathetically. “I wasn’t exactly nice to you… nor was I like any normal regular—” He gagged, “—Rainbow Troll.”

He was gray, and he wasn’t exactly friendly. How would someone such as Poppy have a crush on a Troll who was nothing but mean to her?

“Branch, I thought I told you yesterday—”

“Yes, yes.” Branch cut her off, looking stressed. “Ancestors know why you think I’m practically appealing,” Branch ignored her frown as he crushed the tiny flicker of hope in his chest. “But why do you like me? I’m not exactly an ideal Troll…” His semi-clouded mind struggled to find the right words, ”…personality-wise.”

Branch curses at his weak resolve when Poppy gives him that infuriating cute smile with her overbite. Her cute little freckles were more pronounced when her cheek flushed a dark red, and Branch swallowed as the urge to kiss the little white dots began to maul his brain.

“If I’m being honest… you being different drew me in.” She said, eyes half-lidded, and he took a step forward while he took two steps back. “I was hoping maybe I could be your friend first and that we could become close and even have your colors returned before I confessed…” Poppy admitted. “But, it's been years now, and despite my efforts to try and befriend you, you never really reciprocated my feelings…”

Branch had to hold in a scoff. Of course, he had a cofounded attraction towards the overly optimistic Princess, but he would rather die than show her that… at least he would have had his weak resolve not shattered by Poppy’s bold and enticing show.

”But despite it all, I wanted no one else as my mate. No one but you.” She went to approach him but stopped when Branch took two steps back. Branch was certain his eyes would pop out of his skull as his entire face felt warm.

“B-but. I’m gray!” He spluttered, looking incredulous

“So? I don’t care.” Poppy smiled at him, clasping her hands.

“Poppy,” Branch sighed, his face melting into exasperation as a headache built up. So much for letting her down gently. If his gray nature was not enough to see reason, then he must take a logical step. “—You realize what happens to whoever becomes your mate, right?”

“They—”

“They ascend with you to become the next Troll ruler. In this case, I would become a king.” Branch sighed, rubbing his temples with closed eyes before looking at her with his deceptive glare. “Despite what you believe, I can’t be that Troll. It wouldn’t be fair to you or everyone.”

“But you want to be.”

Branch almost cursed at his poor use of words that brought in a sense of hope in the pink Princess. He barely managed to keep the profanity from his tongue as he spoke. “It doesn’t matter.” Branch tiredly sighed, crossing his arms. He needed to crush whatever hope she had. “I can’t be your mate, Poppy.”

There it was. His rejection, no matter how much his instincts cried in agony.

It was silent momentarily, and Branch saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes. He swallowed as he felt his throat tighten and guilt gnaw at him. But it was for the best. He wasn’t the ideal Troll to take the throne with Poppy by his side. He was too negative, and frankly, none of the villagers liked him. Hell, he doubted that King Peppy would allow their union. No matter how much agony he feels about letting go of his own love interest, it was for the best.

Someone as beautiful and radiant as Poppy deserves someone better than a gray grouch. Hell, even that Creek character was a better pick than himself.

However, to his dismay, the flicker of hurt turned to determination. While admittingly, he did prefer this over the pain-filled eyes, Branch knew this would mean she would pester him to no end.

“Can’t doesn’t mean won’t,” Poppy said with finality.

“No, but it doesn’t mean I will either,” Branch said bluntly, sighing again. There was no point in pretending he was aloof to her anymore. “Poppy, I can’t be your mate. I can’t be the next Troll king. Honestly, the only reason why we aren’t getting married is because of my gray nature.”

It was the law that if a Troll were to get pregnant with their partner, they would marry. After all, it wouldn’t be fair for the other Trolls to raise their child alone. It is frowned upon to have a Trolling out of wedlock, but no more than if the Troll who impregnated the other abandoned their child and parent.

“And besides, there is no way anyone will accept a gray, moody Troll as king!”

Branch did not doubt that there would have been carnage if he had gotten Poppy pregnant. Even if he had somehow survived that and married Poppy, he would have been treated scornfully, and the royal family bloodline would have been tainted. Branch would rather die than allow something like that to happen.

Poppy bit her lip, taking in his words, “I guess you have a point. The last thing I want is for you to be in an uncomfortable situation.” She looks frustrated, a rare look Branch noted. “Especially since I’m responsible.”

Branch gave her a funny look. “I practically mated with you.”

“And I egged you on,” Poppy resorted. “I wanted you, and I threw myself like that when you already said no…” Poppy looked down at her feet with a heavy blush. Branch could pick up a dopey smile from the angle of his eyes but remained quiet as he licked his dry lips. “Plus, it was the best sex I ever had in my life.’

Branch raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I thought I was your first?”

She looked up at him, her face uncharacteristically serious. “You are.”

Branch snorted in disbelief and crossed his arms. “How could you say something like that when you had no experience?” He’ll pointedly ignore that he was being a hypocrite.

“It matters because it was with you.”

Branch had a coughing fit.

“Are you ok?!” She ran up to him, but Branch stopped her by putting a hand before him.

“Peachy.” He said, voice rough

Poppy stared at him with concern and perked up as he cleared his throat. “I-it doesn’t matter how much our coupling was otherworldly,” Branch said, trying to be more firm. “It doesn’t change how I can’t be with you.”

“Maybe not now.” Poppy admits, and Branch begins to relax, but he tenses when she boldly says, “But maybe in future.”

Branch balked and squawked, “What is that supposed to mean?!”

Poppy looked him straight in the eyes, and it took all in Branch not to shiver at the intensity. “You’re right. I can’t and won’t force you to be my mate or become Troll Village's next king. It wouldn’t do me good as a Princess or as a future Queen. Especially as a friend,” Branch felt some muscle tension and relaxed, curious about where this was going, but remained on guard.

“I’m not your friend.” He automatically said.

“You are my friend, Branch.” Poppy insisted before narrowing her eyes at him. “Besides, you can’t hide your feelings from me after we mated.” Branch flushed and looked away.

Branch jumped when he felt Poppy’s hands (when did she get closer?!) grasp his head and turn him so that he could look at her. Branch sweated bullets, and he desperately hoped that she wouldn’t become interested in his excitement, which was thankfully hidden much better in his robe than his shorts. He had been ignoring it the entire time. It hurt.

“But I do want to be your friend at your pace,” Poppy said softly, her right hand stroking his cheek. It felt nice to have her delicate hand touch him. He missed it. “Maybe you aren’t happy and confident about becoming my mate, but I want to be with you.”

Branch should remove her hand from his cheek. He should return to his bunker and remain there for the next eight years, hoping that the whole ordeal would be forgotten.

But he remained rooted in place, his eyes flickering down her dress momentarily before looking back at her eyes. She removed her hands from his cheeks, and Branch missed her warmth.

“So, maybe we can compromise?” She said, looking more nervous than Branch had ever seen her.

And then, Branch blurted out without thinking, “What? You want to be friends with benefits?!” Only after the words came out did he process what he said, and he groaned in mortification, his face flared. The gray Troll wanted the ground to swallow him up to escape this embarrassment.

Poppy simply giggled, “Well, I suppose in some way, we are friends.”

“We are not friends,” Branch muttered, covering his face with his hands. Really, why was he still here?

He turned to return to his bunker but stopped when Poppy grasped his hand.

“Let go.” He said, not willing to look at her. Her grip on him tightened.

“No Branch. I want to clear this up. Otherwise, I won’t see you again.” Branch could practically hear her pleading.

She wasn’t wrong.

Branch debated this. On one hand, he could easily take his hands and return to his bunker. Then, he wouldn’t deal with these conflicting emotions, and Poppy would have to move on. But on the other paw he wanted this.

He had mated with her. That was a given. The purpose of the Spring Fling is to encourage Trolls to hook up with lovers or strangers to satisfy their needs. What he and Poppy did was not a crime, and while no one would be happy about it, there is nothing they can do about it, just like they can’t convince her to stop befriending him as he was a hopeless cause.

While Branch would never admit it, a small part of him craved that happiness he had deprived himself of since his grandmother’s death. When he mated with Poppy, he felt a pulse of it. It was faint, but it was enough to be addicted to it. It hardly affected his colors, which Branch knew would be a lost cause.

But for a brief moment, he couldn’t help but wonder, what would it be like to be happy again? The very key to that answer resided within Poppy. But only if he allowed her to get close, something which had been avoiding for years.

Finally, Branch sighed and turned to face her, noticing her perking up. “Why are you so determined?”

Poppy looked at him as though it was obvious. “Because you deserve to be happy.” He opened his mouth to object, but she put her hand in front of her, signaling him that she was not done. “And because I really want this Branch.”

She held his hands tenderly. Her soft, small hands were a complete contrast to his larger, rough, calloused hands. It brought a delightful shiver down his spine.

Branch looked at their connected hands, having no strength or desire to remove them, before he let out another sigh, giving her a weak smile. Poppy beamed. No doubt, she noticed that she won this battle.

“Fine.” He said, “But I have conditions.”

Poppy nodded at him to continue.

“First of all, no telling anyone about this.”

She perked up at the familiarity of his words and nodded eagerly.

“Second, whatever happens behind closed doors never happened.”

“Like a fairy tale.” Poppy smiled warmly at him, and Branch couldn’t help but smile back.

“...like a fairy tale.” He agrees, gently rubbing his thumb on her knuckle.

“Thirdly, no regrets on either side.”

Poppy nods at him. “No regrets from me, I promise.”

“And finally—”

“No biting.” Both of them finish in unison, with Poppy giggling at the end and Branch rolling his eyes but unable to keep the smile off his face.

Poppy embraced him, taking in his scent as she snuggled on his chest. “I’ll admit, I’m disappointed I won’t get to mark you,” She said, her fingers playing with the hem of his moss bathrobe. “Not yet, anyway.”

“Don’t get your hopes up.” He snorted despite himself, unable to keep himself from embracing her.

“Since you’re hugging me right now, my hopes are sky-high!” She grinned at him. Then, her eyes turned seductive. She looked down, and her hand played around with the cincture. “You know, since it’s still Spring Fling season… Why don’t we pick up where we left?” She undid the belt, and the robe went loose, showing his naked glory.

Branch felt his throat tighten when Poppy beamed at his throbbing, painful erection, ready for action.

“You’re crazy.” Branch breathed and pulled her closer. “Crazy and insatiable.”

“Just for you.” She purred, grasping the shaft, and Branch hissed. “Should we take this—” Poppy eyed the entrance of his bunker before flickering her eyes at him. “—Inside?

With a growl, he picked her up, uncaring of her little squeak of surprise. He yanked open the entrance and jumped down. Poppy peppered his neck with open-mouth kisses the entire time Branch closed the lid, locked it, and stormed to the elevator. She licked his skin when they started going down to the very bottom of the bunker.

Unable to resist anymore, he captured his lips with hers, and both started to make out. The approving noise Poppy gave him encouraged him to push his tongue inside and battle with hers. Branch felt her arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer, and their tails intertwined tightly.

The elevator hit the bottom ground, and Branch rearranged Poppy so that her thighs would wrap around his hips, making it easier to carry her. Their tails separated during their change of positions, and Poppy’s wrapped around his waist.

Their tongues fought for dominance. They separated, only for Poppy to lean back to show her neck. Knowing what she wanted, Branch kissed her neck, and Poppy let out a sharp breath and he began to pleasure her with his tongue and kisses.

“Hah….Branch.” Poppy breath, her eyes were noticeably closed.

It took Branch every ounce of his will not to bite here. Mother Nature, Poppy was enticing, and he knew he wouldn’t survive.

But right now, he wanted to touch her pink flesh with his gray fur, so he eyed the dress with disdain. That dress had to go. He looked down at his loosely open moss robe. Both their clothes had to go. While the temptation of ripping off the dress was appealing, Branch fought off that desire. Maybe in future, he would consider having extra clothes for Poppy so he could rip her clothes off.

He pointedly put aside his brain’s pessimistic thoughts of his future coupling with Poppy.

So, without another thought, Branch put Poppy down on her feet. She gave him that infuriatingly cute pout of her, but she let out a purr of approval when he removed his robe, falling to his feet without a care. He stepped forward, and Poppy looked at him coyly, a dark blush.

His hand went to the straps of her dress, and before he could blink, it dropped to the floor with his robe, forgotten. Branch felt his mouth go dry as a feral growl escaped his throat. This seductive vixen was wearing nothing underneath that dress.

And from her shit-eating grin, Branch knew it had been intentional. Mother Nature and Ancestors above, she was going to kill him!

“On the couch.” He ordered, his voice rough, eyes dark with lust.

“Oh?” Poppy had the gall to look innocent as she disobeyed and instead walked past him to the opposite side, her tail teasingly caressing his chin as she walked by. She swayed her hips at him, to which Branch couldn’t keep his eyes off her. ��On the couch, Branch? For shame.” She giggled not so innocently.

Branch growled dangerously at the vixen in front of him.

“Wasn’t having sex outdoors enough? You barbarian.” She purred, eyeing him with seductive eyes, which made his fur bristle. “Whatever happened to having sex in a bed like a domestic Troll?”

Within a second, he was behind Poppy, and he slammed his hand on the wall. Poppy let out a shriek, but that hardly registered in his brain. Instead, he roughly placed himself in position, his throbbing erection in between her folds.

Poppy cried out, and Branch placed a hand on her stomach, his nails sinking in, making her hiss.

“Fuck the bed.” He growled into her ear, and Branch smirked darkly at her shiver. “And fuck the couch. I’m no ordinary Troll, and I certainly ain’t a domestic one!” He snarled. “We are in my bunker, which means you will follow my rules.” Branch roughly grasped her butt cheek to give him a full view of her leaking folds. “I want to fuck you here and now!” He nipped her ear, and she cried out. “Is that understood?”

Poppy simply let out another shiver.

Branch was not satisfied and grew irritated by her lack of response. He growled and slammed her to the wall, getting a squeak. “I said, understood?!“

“Y-yes!” She gasped.

Branch purred, “Good girl.” Without warning, he slammed inside her. His tip kissed her cervix, and her walls tightened around him as Poppy cried out.

“Fuck!” Branch snarled. “How the fuck are you this tight?! I would have thought my cock would have made you lose!” He chuckled darkly as he grabbed her hair and pulled it. He would have been worried about his rough play, but from the way she cried out, Poppy seemed to enjoy it. “Not that I’m complaining. It simply means I get to have more fun!”

He vigorously thrust at her, and Poppy cried out. Branch gritted his teeth as ripples of pleasure went through his brain. Fucking a pillow compared nothing to this female.

“BRANCH!”

And she was too fucking loud. Maybe if his brain wasn’t clouded with lust, Branch would have processed that they were deep underground in his soundproof bunker. But instead, he roughly shoved his fingers inside her mouth. She gagged as she soaked his fingers with her warm saliva and played around with her tongue as Poppy let out muffled moans.

While fucking the brains out of her was fun, it wasn’t enough to quench the beast inside him. He pulled out of her entirely, his shaft barely touching her wet folds. Branch ignored his cock protesting, and Poppy let out a muffled whine.

“Branch!” Poppy managed to lose his fingers and she craned her neck to look at him, frustration featuring her expression. Something that Branch found both amusing and cute. “Why?” She pouted at him.

Branch simply stood tall with his erection on full mast, angry with veins. He watched Poppy’s eyes glance down at his organ and bite her lip as she stared at his cock. While Branch was tempted to have her go on her knees and use her mouth, he wanted to finish inside her first.

From the desperation in her eyes, she wanted the same thing. But first, he wanted to have a little fun.

“Turn around, now.” He ordered, his voice expressing that she was not to disobey or else.

She followed orders, and Branch was pleased.

“Good girl,” He purred at her ear, and she shivered. Poppy let out a squeak when Branch grabbed her soft, luscious thighs. Branch leaned in to kiss her, and she let out a grueling moan and eagerly returned it. Their kiss was sloppy and far from being loving. It involved a lot of lip movement, teeth nipping, and tongues.

Poppy practically jumped him and wrapped her legs around his waist while her arms went around his neck. Branch pushed her so that her back would touch the earth wall and had his hands grabbing her legs to ensure she wouldn’t fall or escape.

Though Branch was dubious of the latter, Poppy would likely do the former.

“Hair, Branch.” She panted once they parted so they could get some air. “I need you inside me.”

Branch’s eyes darkened and smacked her buttcheek, grinning when she let out a yelp.

“Who said you were in charge?” He growled lowly.

Poppy merely let out a whine, wriggling her lower body in hopes of finding his erection, no doubt—such a naughty girl.

He slammed her to the wall, and she shrieked. Poppy looks at him with wide eyes. “If you want me to fuck you, you must obey your master.” He growled, nipping on her ear. He relished her moan, and he went back to look at her, “Is that understood, pet?”

Poppy whimpered and let out a slight nod. It was not enough!

“I said, is that understood?” His voice had a dangerous edge, and he smirked when she whined.

“Y-yes.” She gasps, sobbing in desperation.

“Good girl.” He purred.

His erection had been crying for attention for a while; it was rather painful, but Branch pushed his discomfort aside for now. Instead, he had been feeling rather parched, and he needed to quench his thirst.

He lifted Poppy a little bit and, by some miracle, managed to put her legs on his shoulders, her thighs around his head. Branch would have teased her further by kissing around her thighs and avoiding the real honey pot, but he was feeling rather impatient. He can worry about foreplay later; right now, he dove in.

Poppy gasped and cried out when Branch’s tongue swirled around her drenched walls. Her legs quivered on his arms, and had he not held a firm hold on Poppy, Branch doesn’t doubt that she would have collapsed on him.

“Sugar! B-Branch!”

He let out a muffled groan, and that only caused her to cry out as she banged her head on the wall. He bit on the flesh and gently pulled on the pearl. Poppy let out a hoarse moan, and she pulled on his hair, making him hiss. It hurt, but it was alluring.

“Fuck…” Branch groaned, still in between his thighs. He couldn’t handle it anymore. The way how beautiful Poppy looked, drenched in sweat, her hair a mess, and looking at him with desperation, was so fucking hot. His cock throbbed in pain, and it screamed for relief.

He needed to be inside her.

With some effort and ensuring that Poppy’s legs were still secured in his shoulders, Branch positioned himself and pushed in. He didn’t bother being gentle or warn her as he roughly and vigorously slammed inside her.

“Branch!” She shouted, her legs tightening around his neck and her hips bucking desperately as saliva drooled out of her mouth and her eyes rolled behind her head. “Sugar! F-faster! PLEASE!!!”

Branch growled, and while he would have reprimanded her for something like this, he was too far gone to care. Right now, all he was worried about was having his needs satisfied. Hearing Poppy constantly say his name as their skin slapped one another.

“BRANCH!!!!!”

Branch let out a feral growl as Poppy let out a hoarse moan, and her drenched walls tightened around his shaft. It felt as though she was squeezing the life out of him, and it was nearly impossible to move! In the end, he couldn’t handle it anymore. He slammed her one last time and pushed his knot inside with a lewd pop.

Poppy cried out, and Branch bellowed a roar as he emptied inside her, his seed once more smothering the fire inside her. His balls ached, and his legs quivered as he milked her insides, Branch grunting the entire time. His body relaxed once he went on empty.

As weary as she looked, Poppy delicately placed a hand on his cheek and guided him for a kiss. That kiss held a tenderness that was not anywhere near their sexual session. It was soft and full of love. Branch didn’t hesitate to pour in his love for her.

While Branch could never be Princess Poppy’s mate, there was no point in hiding his love for her. Not when she already knew.

They held each other tenderly on the wall until Branch’s knot softened. Branch pulled out, his soft member coming out of Poppy’s clitoris and into his sheath. His legs felt like jelly and quivered as he gently put Poppy down.

The Princess apparently also had balance problems because Branch had to catch her before she fell and hit her head. He gently set her down on the ground, and once he was certain she wouldn’t injure herself, Branch placed a hand on the wall to keep some balance on his legs. Once he saw that she was soaking in the aftermath of their rough sex, with a dopey grin, Branch closed his eyes to enjoy his own afterglow.

For a while, it was silent, and the only noise that his ears could pick up was their panting and Poppy’s occasional giggles.

It eventually went quiet until Branch’s ears perked up, and Poppy suddenly let out a burst of giggles.

“Hey, what’s this?”

Branch opened his eyes and turned to look in her direction in curiosity, only for his eyes to pick up where she was looking. There was a pile of forgotten boxers, a cushion, and a white glitter-like substance. His cheeks felt warm, and his mouth went agape before he moaned in mortification, the dominating beast he had been gone, as he covered his face with his hands to hide his blush.

“Well, you certainly missed me.” She let out a breathless giggle, eyeing his long-forgotten, soiled underwear and cushion. Of course, she figured out what happened here. It was so mortifying that Branch wanted the ground to swallow him up and suffocate him. “Are you sure you don’t want to be my mate?” She was teasing him, it was infuriatingly attractive.

“Shut up.” Branch grumbled, removing his hands from his face. He picked up Poppy, who let out a squeak before she burst into giggles, and put her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Where are we going?!” Branch could already picture her grin.

“Where else? My room?” He rolled his eyes as he went to the direction of his bedroom.

“Oh? I thought you said you weren’t a domestic Troll?” She had the gall to tease him, and Branch bristled as he felt his cheeks warm.

“Shut up!”

Branch allowed himself to let out a small smile as he heard Poppy giggle. He fully intends to make up for lost time and savor what’s left of the Frolicking season. His bunker will stink of sex, sweat, and bodily fluids, and it will take time for him to fan it out. But it will all be worth it if it means he will spend more time with this wonderful female he will continue to share this experience with.

While there were still some uncertainties about the future of their relationship, Branch wasn’t willing to have this experience sour over something that hadn’t happened yet.

Maybe this stupid Frolicking— Ahem— These Spring Flings isn’t so bad after all… However, Branch still decided that the name was still a naff.

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