Novel & Cerita Dream Of Gluttony

Begging him to touch her. He’d wake up in the oppressive darkness, sweat slicking his body. Sometimes, he’d be hard, the physical manifestation of his unfulfilled desire. Sometimes, a furious, burning anger would consume him. Always, without fail, he woke up profoundly, achingly unsatisfied. The dreams fed the obsession, intensifying the hunger for something far beyond carnal pleasure.

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

I’m a disgusting, filthy whore. For years, I’ve hidden the darkest fantasies that consume me every single night. Gangbangs. Being used by multiple men at once. Rough, degrading, cum-soaked, no-limits sex where I’m nothing but a set of warm holes for them to destroy. I dream about being passed around, choked, slapped, filled in every hole until cum is leaking from my pussy, ass, and mouth. I touch myself thinking about it constantly — three, four, five cocks at the same time, stretching me, using me, breeding me like a cheap slut.

“ I think it's a very nice thing to do. A lot of people don't have anything to eat. This is a great way to feed those who can't feed themselves. The first step to ending world hunger. What are we going to contribute?” Dera asked happily, she was the only one talking. The only person who seems any bit interested in what her uncle had said. “ OK, so let me get this straight. We can't go back home just to have a piece of normality but we can all gather as citizens. For what I assume to be a long period just because he says so?” Adrian threw his hands up in the air, clicking his tongue. The tongue I was tempted to cut off at this moment. Little words gradually sow seeds of discord in people's he

He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner. I looked up at him and choked out without believing it myself. “I don't know. But last night I dreamed that Laylan had met a man named Daemon.” I must have been convincing enough for Mitchell because I could see his eyes calm at my statement. I watched him as he walked around the couch and took a seat in the opposing recliner from Josh. We all talked about my dreams and what they could possibly mean though none of their ideas seemed to be to my liking. But I told them all about my dreams and even my vision that I had had as Josh and I were swimming. I told them all what all I had

Revolves the very concept of a person’s desire, the fault and very core that demons feed upon and angels cry for. THE LUST Lust, or lechery it is intense longing. It is usually thought of as intense or unbridled sexual desire, which may lead to fornication (including adultery), rape, bestiality, and other sinful sexual acts. However, lust could also mean other forms of unbridled desire, such as for money or power. THE GLUTTONY Gluttony is the sin that tells and depicts an overindulgence and overconsumption of anything to the point of waste. As it means to gulp down or swallow.

The mere thought of succumbing to temptation and tasting his irresistibly kissable lips was enough to send shivers down my spine. Today, I barricaded myself in my room, in dire need of respite. It wasn't solely the alcohol that necessitated this hiatus; it was the urgent need to rein in my desires. These dreams were spiraling out of control, as was my self-restraint. I refused to ruin the perfect marriage of Coby and Mom, yet the allure of Damien's gaze and touch weighed heavily on my fucking conscience. Every time I looked at him…I was more than willing to commit any sin needed to have him.

Predators disguised in luxury. The large breakfast table is obscene in its excess. Platters of fruits arranged like artwork, golden-brown pastries glistening with sugar, eggs and meats in every form imaginable. There is enough food here to feed a starving village, yet it will only be nibbled on by people whose stomachs are already full...of power, greed, and self-importance.

Except for the sharp-nosed aunt, who continued to look at me like I’d crawled out of a thrift store clearance bin. The food arrived, lavish dishes that looked too perfect to eat. I stared at my plate like it might judge me if I cut into it wrong. Dream sat beside me, calm as always, sipping his wine with effortless grace. I wanted to kick him under the table just to see if he was human. “So, Gloss,” one of the cousins said slyly, “what exactly do you do for Dream? Aside from… keeping him entertained, of course.” I smiled sweetly. “Mostly just make sure he doesn’t forget to blink. You’d be surprised how focused he gets on spreadsheets.”

Snarling in irritation, I walked ahead of the fallen alpha with firm steps. “To Sophie, I hope our bath compensates for everything I'm going through here!” I muttered to myself, annoyed. The environment smelled of food, and piles of wealth were scattered everywhere. Condemned souls vomited coins while food dripped from their eye sockets, creating a disgusting scene. “Hunf, a sin I don't understand,” I grumbled, catching the attention of the black wolf. “Gluttony goes beyond food. Many souls here are trapped by gluttony, by the thirst for money, power, and dominance. They never felt satisfied!” He explained, looking over his shoulders at me. “I'm surprised you're not affected here.”