Getting to Know Queenie

Frankly, given your personality, you?d planned to treat your new ?pet? as an equal partner and given that Queenie is rather used to being well-looked after, the two of you seem the ideal match. You offer your arm as the two of you head out and she smiles sweetly, her wings vibrating a bit as two of her hands take the offered arm. She walks with such stately grace, such poise, you can?t help but admire her?and yet you do find your eyes flicking (discreetly) to the way her huge proud knockers bounce as she walks. Still, when you speak to her, getting to know her, you look into her eyes, entranced by them. Those perceptive eyes also miss nothing.

?It?s nice to be in the presence of a gentleman for once,? she comments as the two of you slide to a café for a little snack, ?who actually talks to my face rather than my breasts.?

?You?ve a beautiful face,? you tell her, ?although I?ll admit guilt for stealing a few glances at your also beautiful bosom.?

?I?ll allow that,? says Queenie playfully, taking a deep breath to make them rise and fall for your benefit, ?I just like that you aren?t blatant about it, that you like all of what you have. I like you as well, master. So very different, so very sweet and charming.?

One of her hands strokes one of yours while another gently runs over your cheek. You find out about her, that she was considered a ?failed? experiment because she retained her full intelligence and her self-will. She is friendly, companionable, but not the submissive sort. You nod, admitting this isn?t a problem for you.

?I never wanted a puppet,? you say, ?just a lady willing to give me an even chance. Frankly, you?re the first to ever do so. I?ll admit I?m a little overwhelmed that a lady as amazing as you seems to think there?s something in me.?

The two of you chat and just start to gravitate towards each other. Queenie?s so easy to talk to and responds rather readily to your flirtation. Eventually the two of you are quite close together, on the same side of the table. Two of her arms are around you, one?s fingers interlaced with yours, and the fourth plays with your hair as the two of you just relax together. You?re romancing her shamelessly and apparently it?s just what she?s been wanting. Following the snack, the two of you head to your home, a nice place (not overly gaudy but tastefully done.) Queenie definitely approves although makes some decorating suggestions. There?s even a huge new room (that wasn?t there when you left) high ceiling and gym-sized to allow Queenie indoor flight during inclement weather. Finally, the two of you face each other in the living room.

?I?ve got a feeling this is the beginning of something beautiful,? you say.

?I agree,? says Queenie and then with a slightly impish smile, ?so kiss me, you romantic fool.?

This you do, the kiss starting slow and soft but working into a frenzy of deeply pressing lips, curling and entwining tongues and even soft moaning. All four of Queenie?s arms wrap around you to cling close and even a shapely leg curls around your waist. You hold on tight, running your hands up and down her back and through her cascading hair. This is perhaps the best moment of your life to date?and it?s only beginning.