The bedroom was lovely, with a lot of nice pictures and art decorating the walls, with a nice big window that gave an excellent sight into the horizon: this allowed you to notice that this house was located at the edge of the city, as you could only see far away structures, of a more rural nature, while a traffic of hovering vehicles could be seen moving across the sky in the direction of the future sunset.

On your lover's hand, you were able to set your sights on all objects in the room easier than on her breast pocket. Soon enough, your eyes were drawn to a specific photo, marked on a beautifully decorated frame: it was that of Adamá, smiling at the camera while having a tiny black male seated on her cupped open hands just below her chest, with a nice beard, clear eyes, and clearer skin than his gigantic wife. The conclusion as to the identity of the man was as clear as the sky beyond the window. You spoke:

"Is that...Malik? Quite a good-looking man, and his posture...it seems as if he was a king sitting on his throne."

Adamá laughed a little before she spoke while grabbing the picture:

"You've no idea how accurate that description is, Paul. For Malik was indeed royalty back in his original homeworld: prince of a mighty kingdom he told me. Hehe, did you know he often called me "his queen-consort"? It was always a fun way to interact, he technically interacting with a "lowborn" woman by the standards back in his birthland. He also loved to tease me about my chest being his throne room, while I was his "palace".

"Hehe, sounds like a prince with a sense of humor. I like that! That and all the things you told me about him make me clear as to why you fell in love with such a great man." you reply, smiling.

Your comment makes her smile, agreeing with your assessment. She kept eyeing the picture on her other hand before returning it on top of the desk at the far side of the room. She then walked towards her bed, making you gesture to climb down. Once you turned towards her, she spoke, saying:

"Now, this whole tour has been very nice but...it's time for me to test something with you."

"Really? What can I help with?" you asked, curious as to what she was talking about.

The giantess grinned, blushing while her hands started to take down her suit. She said:
"How good on the bed you're, my little lover. All the conversations, your good looks, your politeness, and your empathy for this woman have turned me on...not to mention it would be an excellent way to prove to me how much you desire to comfort me, isn't that right, dear? Now, I have a question before we take down our clothing and get all so personal: are you in? I would appreciate it a lot, but perhaps you're not in the mood right now. And even though I'm aroused right now, I'm not one to force anyone, especially someone who has treated me with such respect."

You blush immediately: you never expected this to happen so soon, and therefore was caught off guard. However, you're not one to shy away from replying like a virgin boy: this is not your first "rodeo" by one bit.

What do you say to her? Do you desire to try this right now? Or is it not the right time?