Giantess Rouge Novels & Stories

Club Rogue is particularly packed tonight. It’s Saturday and we’re not the only ones who want to get down and dirty tonight. Monique is looking explicitly beautiful tonight. She’s wearing a simple purple dress with a halter neck that drops at her mid-thigh, just past her butt, paired with knee-length white boots. Her curly hair is perfectly styled to look fuller and her ears are adorned with silver hoop earrings and a silver heart necklace.

Isn’t that kind of her? “This rouge is made in my kingdom. It’s what the nobles use… it will suit you perfectly.” She flashed them a smile and proceeded to give all of them the rouges. Didn’t they say she was fuming? How come she is being so nice? Is she trying to buy the servants’ hearts by gifting them with makeup? Something Gini would do. “Anna, share the remaining rouge with the beautiful women.” Nyxora said, and the maiden Anna proceeded to share the rouges. She gave me one, and our fingers accidentally touched. I felt like I was stung by a bee and quickly pulled my hand back.

Nothing could compare to its beauty; it was a masterpiece, its crimson surface shimmering like blood in the sunlight pouring through the high windows. Standing before the crimson throne was a young woman, her fiery hair cascading like a waterfall of flames over her shoulders. Pyra, soon to be crowned Rhaella FireHeart, radiated an aura of strength and regality as she watched the crowd with her head raised high. Her purple gown hugged her growing belly, a testament to the next generation of FireHeart blood. Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power.

The gaping wound closed slowly until her skin was smooth again, leaving behind only a white gown drenched in thick, crimson fluid. ​"Failed again," she whispered, her voice hoarse with resignation. "When ... can I finally end this?" ​Suddenly, the great hall doors shattered into splinters. A bone-chilling cold swept inside. In the ruined doorway, a red-eyed man stood with such chilling arrogance that he eclipsed the moonlight. ​"Nineteen years, seven months, four days." His voice resonated, a volatile mixture of fury and yearning. "Did you think you could simply die before I found you, Saintess?"

The Widow's Peak alpha was a woman made of ice and iron. She didn't offer us seats. She didn't offer us anything. Her hall was carved from black stone, and the torches burned low and red. The alpha, Ravenna, sat on a throne of twisted iron with her hands gripping the armrests and her pale eyes fixed on me like I was a problem she was trying to solve. She was older than me, maybe forty, with iron-grey hair braided tight against her skull and a mouth that looked like it had never smiled.

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

I let out quietly, and suddenly I feel him growl deeply into my neck before he begins kissing my neck slowly, his grip tightening around my body as I feel him tense. "Mine..." He lets out with a low groan, his tone possessive as he keeps me closer to him. I press my lips together and force myself to breathe normally, but I don't manage it. I bring my hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, but I only find myself pulling him closer. I can't believe this is happening to me right now. Cole Drakov is the Rogue King... and here he is... having me pinned against a tree as he kisses my neck and claims me as his... and the worst part is...

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Her transformation happened so fast that for a moment I couldn't tell where Magma ended, and her dragon began. After a light started to glow from her as she grew there is now a giant dragon in her place. She is the scarlet red color of the streaks in her hair. Around her face I can see patches of black that spread into all the black spikes down her back.

Kiran waved his hand without even seeing who it was. "Be careful, Redwood!" The Gu Mistress shouted a warning as she swiftly approached Kiran like lightning. Boom, boom! Two explosion-like sounds filled the air. Kiran stood his ground, unmoved, but now two dark figures stood before him — the Gu Mistress and the person she called Redwood. Redwood resembled a giant gorilla covered in long, disgusting hair. Even more repulsive, his body was crawling with living creatures. Redwood's eyes, shining brightly, seemed to ponder why they hadn't killed Kiran yet.