Mature Giantess Novels & Stories

Pushing at the oversized woman with a power that surprised the A****n warrior, Kendra hissed, “Get away from me. You tricked me. There’s no A****n sex secret for long life, is there?” Although Kendra had managed to shift Marta, the warrior woman was not only strong, but had the advantage of being on top. Pinning Kendra onto her back, Marta held her shoulder down with one hand while the other groped and kneaded a breast. With her face just inches from Kendra, she grinned. “Nope.” “You’re not in your seventies either, are you?” Kendra spat. “Oh, I am that,” the woman admitted. “I was born an A****n. We live a long, long time, my gullible friend.”

A 7 foot tall armored hunk looked to be engaged in combat with a group of kindergarten students. Being a 15 meter tall giant, Rha members just reached her waist. In fact, the hilt of her sword was alone the size of Agenor's torso. So far, Agenor broadsword has always been the most overbearing weapon in the entire time, but right now it even paled in comparison to her bladeless sword. Even though they were already on edge just by being next to her, their tensions were further exacerbated by her guttural cries of rage and madness. Those screams were way too inhumane, the intensity of her scream was almost similar to a woman being burned alive.

Then: "That's not a mountain." Everyone looked again. Carefully. Then they saw it. The truth. The Third Crown revealed it instantly. The "mountain" wasn't stone. Wasn't earth. Wasn't rock. It was a giant. An actual giant. A dead giant. Miles tall. Frozen in place. Its body had become part of the landscape. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Ava stared. Then: "I hate this world." Honestly? Fair. Very fair.

"Let's do this." The God Giant Statue of Destroyers, a grotesque amalgamation of dark energy and ancient power, roared to life. Its eyes glowed with malevolence, and its massive arms swung down, aiming to crush the Gaia clan beneath its might. The ground trembled with each step it took, and the air crackled with dark energy.

Gordon commanded, making Maxwell to take some step back " I am the oldest witch alive... you may not know me but I know you. I may look stupid to you but I am wise. You may think you are mighty but you are still a child. My spell I cast and this can't be undone. The one you think is your mate .. she may be or not be your mate." Gordon was surprised by the woman daring answer. When he is angry no one dare to look at him. But look at this fragile old lady. Staring at him without blinking. She looked weak but her gaze hold such power.

Can he be classified as a giant? "It says here the basket ogress would put children in her basket and cook them later on." Theria's eyes watched her eyelids, and she mouthed words quickly, "Let's say the basket ogress is about fifteen feet tall at the worst and twelve feet at best." A slight smirk came from Grace. She threw her hat on the table, "How do you figure that?" Everyone turned their attention to Theria, who blushed a deep crimson, "Well, the basket ogress sounds more like a giant, and forest giants don't grow more than fifteen feet. A forest ogre grows to about twelve."

she mused and walked towards us, her hips bouncing every step of the way. Giselle was born the same year as when the war had ended. Ten years ago. Yet as children of immortals, we aged at twice the age of our peers. Our bodies and minds worked much faster than most. Thus we stopped aging at the human age of ten. Giselle had her 10th birthday just last month. Leaving her matured and breath taking as a twenty year old looking woman. "What can I say? I'm in such a great mood today," I replied and Luciana giggled.

Giant. “We are here, Luna. We are going in. Are you ready?” Baspo asked. He had let go of my hand long ago. I nodded. I was ready. If Zelda was the one, so be it. I was ready. Baspo was about to knock on the giant door when a witch passed by. She stopped in front of us. A beautiful girl, almost in her mid-twenties, dressed in a peach off-shoulder shimmering gown. The fabric swept the red ground. Her hair was waist-length and decorated with matching jewels. She looked like a beautiful creature.

Martina" I reached the mountain of the giant and I tried to remember what is the spell that my mother uses every time that we are going inside of this place. This is where we hide because we know that no one could ever try to get inside. After all, This is the place of the giants and they were scary creatures because they were big and demon but my mother Had an affair with one of them so we have access to this place. All of the creatures Can easily get inside using a spell but the giants were cursed not to come out of this place. Because if they did They would melt like ice into the fire. And this is the place where I met my ex as well.

, She's not mine right? T B C