Eumele has to arch her neck to take in the spectacle splayed out before her.

As if reclining against the ruins for which Eumele had originally journeyed, the naked giant rests––dead beneath the midday sun. Its skin bears the bloody evidence of great violence, globules of pungent cum easing out from its gaping cunt.

Eumele has heard legend of the distant, monolithic cities erected by creatures such as this, who are themselves the lesser cousins of the yet larger colossi, whose betters are the still larger titans.

Eumele feels... small. Though it lies dead before her, beneath the vast shadow of the fallen monstrosity a chill runs down the young Amazon's spine.

Here be giants.

who hurt the giantess?

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