Mature Giantess Novels & Stories

much.” This woman really has no shame! Can’t she see that I am right beside Conner? Time to make myself noticed. I stepped forward and said, “Look what the cat dragged in? A stray mouse.” I then gave her a mocking smile. Margaret’s facial expression changed from an angel to a devil. “You b****!” I dramatically placed my hand over my mouth, “Oh! Was it too much? I even used mouse instead of rat thinking that it would be more subtle to use.” Margaret’s frown grew deeper and stomped her feet harder. “You! You don’t have any right to call me that! I am Margaret Laviv! Should I put you back to your place?! Know your place!” I dramatically gasp “Oh! Oh no! you’re who? Margaret Laviv? Who is that?

In her retreat, a soft huff of a laugh followed before the giant went to eat again. Scary.That was all Naska could realize after giving herself a good moment with the distance. And here I thought the giant girl was awful. She was nothing compared to her mother, a true terror. Naska had to swallow not to let out a whimper. She’d never felt something so imposing as a simple glance before. If she had been curious before, she wouldn’t have been anymore. The maid wanted nothing to do with that giant, even less.

And if the orgasms were real, who the hell needed anything else? Gaia was an underemployed, underappreciated, art major. She didn't have much going on between her daily shuffle to work, class, and the long commute home. The only thing that made life worth living lately, was this fantasy. Gaia’s vampire master was a kind but dominant lover, who pushed her to give him her all. Once she satiated his desires, he worshiped her like the goddess her mother and father named her after. The dream experiences led to new cravings. Gaia wondered if she should add new requirements to her Tinder dating profile: Must fuck me and worship me like the Earth mother goddess I am. She chuckled at her thoughts.

As I entered the bathroom, the smile on my face faded. I dropped the sheets to the ground as soon as I shut the door and went to the large mirror, only to find h*ckeys all over my body. "Crazy," I said, looking at my body, which had h*ckeys on my neck, breasts, and legs. "Didn't he have dinner?" I said, indicating Damien, given that I appeared to be his dinner last night instead. Afterwards, I exited the bathroom wearing the clothes he had provided for me. It was a long black gown with a bad b*tch vibe to it. It was worn with new black heels, a hat, gloves, and diamond earrings. Everything was black, from head to toe. "Is black his favorite color or something...? ”

A decade older than Mauritius. Gertrude Fallis, the witch. One of the strongest and oldest members of the Coven of Magic. She has long brown hair, and blue eyes that look like they could see your soul. Her skin is brown, the same color as her hair. In human eyes, she looks like a woman in her late 20s but in reality, she’s in her 70s. She uses magic to slow her age and hide her scent, and her identity.

There were all kinds of talismans, magic treasures, piles of elixirs, and many other treasures whose names could not be called yet, shining dazzlingly. Even the one behind the Gates of Hell let out a "hmm". "Here you are." Gina Jones looked at Caspian and said in a daze. "Give them all to me?" Looking at Gina Jones's appearance, Caspian suddenly felt a little interesting. This female cultivator named Gina Jones had the appearance that was not inferior to that of Jessica, Solana, and others. She also had the strength to escape from the siege of the four Real Immortal Realm cultivators. More importantly, she was very upright and even a little silly.

They made me shout glory in fear. "Humans always resemble dolled versions of we the Aphratie" said the Huge one in the middle as she leaned over to me. "But it's been a long time we've seen one, they are so rare" said the bat thing. "Well, I don't want to meet one after the last one we met" chimed in by the one on the left "You mean……. the God?" replied the one on the right. "Shut-up! I need to examine my new doll!" shouted the Giant Aphratie.

Forty-five years. Lila was now sixty-nine, yet she remained the undying flame at the center of their world. Mother of nineteen children and grandmother to dozens. Her body had become a sacred text of devotion — heavy, pendulous breasts that still produced milk, generous hips shaped by a lifetime of breeding, and a soft, full figure that exuded mature, irresistible sensuality. The diamond collar around her throat had been joined by a new obsidian band, symbolizing the unbreakable darkness she had fully embraced.

the security agent stated. George gasped upon hearing that and right away he knew the creature by its name “This is Ragna; an ancient titan who fought wars in the medieval period between gods. It is said that Ragna was a nephilim which means he was a giant and was very ferocious” George stated the details “So what can we do now?” Mason asked. “One thing is certain, that giant cannot be destroyed by physical weapon. According to the mythological book I read, it stated that if he is touched with any tool of combat, he was always absorbing them all and it made him more powerful” George stated.

Alas, the only annoyance of the goddess is to rack her brains every time to prevent her from discovering the wretched nature of the Great Immortal, and when the Great Immortal cannot control it, you must stop the Great Immortal! Finally, we recommend the new work "The Mother of the Rich Man" by the goddess Fumigazu Promise me not to frighten my goddess, then we still love.