Dream Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

The three dots appeared again almost instantly. Archie: Only if you promise not to dream about me. Me: In your dreams, Archie. Goodnight. Archie: Goodnight, Elena. Don’t think about me too much. I locked my phone, shoving it under my pillow, and stared up at the ceiling. My mind was a chaotic mess of fear, frustration, and a strange, unbidden excitement that I couldn’t seem to shake. Despite my exhaustion, it took hours for the adrenaline to fade before I finally fell into a deep sleep.

“That’s… a serious matter. Describe them. In detail. So that we might understand the nature of the temptation.” She shifts on her side of the booth. I hear the creak of the bench, the soft slide of fabric. Her voice drops lower, almost a whisper, but every word is clear. “I dream about being on my knees, Father. Surrounded. Three men. Four. More. Their hands in my hair, pulling. Their cocks in my face, thick, hard, and dripping. I want to taste them all. One in my mouth, deep, choking me while another fucks my throat from the side. I want to gag on them, drool running down my chin, tears in my eyes, but I don’t stop. I can’t. I love it.”

Terrified, the nobles stumbled backward and quickly scattered. When the song ended, I was gasping for air. I felt like I was drowning in his dangerous, masculine scent. "I'm going to get some food." I babbled an excuse and bolted. Hiding in the farthest corner of the buffet, I grabbed a candied pastry and took a bite, my mind a mess. I was totally losing it. If the man in my dream was Valerius, why did he act like nothing happened today? Why did every single thing Cassian did, every word he said, feel exactly like the guy in my dreams?

"That blind, heartless fool! Seven years ago, you threw yourself into that inferno to save his sorry life, burning your arm so badly you gave up your dream of being a pianist. You sacrificed your future, and for what? So, he could fawn over Harriet, treating her like his savior?" Her voice grew sharper, slicing through my haze. "And he tricked you into getting pregnant, making you believe it was love, when all he wanted was a child to claim his inheritance and marry her. Ugh, it infuriates me! He'd better never learn the truth, or regret will consume him!" She paused, her tone softening with pity. "I've taken care of your discharge and booked your flight out of this nightmare. The Pattons ar

He divulged, voice now sexily low, “But now, I've realized that I can't do it anymore. I can't keep lying to myself. Do you know the actual reason why I started eating in my study?” “No, I don't,” I said, “Why did you?” “I had a dream where I bent you over the dining table and fucked you,” He chuckled, his finger tracing smooth lines on my face, “I thought I could repress my desire by keeping my distance. However, I thought wrong.” “Really?” I croaked out, my pussy tingling with salacious ecstasy. If only he knew I have had way more scandalous dreams than his. There was a particularly nasty dream that I had on the night I turned eighteen.

Ten tables away from Serena’s table sat James and his friends also eating there lunch at the same time indulged in a conversation “ would you stop staring it’s becoming obvious “ Golden affirmed which led to Adiguin rolling his eyes at James foolish behavior but it still didn’t do anything to stop James from staring “ If it’s so obvious why hasn’t she glanced over and why do she keep looking at that idiot with stars in her eyes“ Hearing this Golden mentally face palmed himself at how childish his friend maybe his attitude of always getting what he wants was getting in his head “He’s a lost case” Golden mumbled to himself but Kelvin was close enough to hear him

From fruits to yogurts to main dishes and side dishes. As soon as his eyes beheld the beauty and his nose perceived the aroma, his mouth began to salivate and his stomach grumbled. Losing patience, he began devouring the food, especially the meats. He kept eating until he could no longer chew on any of the food due to a filled stomach. He managed to take a few sips of water and retired to bed, falling on it like a dead log of wood. Without wasting time, Dante dozed off without even blinking. ********

This wasn't a dream, right? It had to be a dream. The kind of fever dream that only existed in the darkest corners of a depraved imagination. It definitely had to be a dream. But if it was a dream, then she wanted to stay asleep a lot longer. Slowly, with the controlled grace of a predator who had decided to share the hunt rather than fight over the kill, Adriano slowly, deliberately, lowered himself to his knees before her. His dark eyes lifted to meet hers and the hunger in them made her pussy clench around nothing.

She clung to the sliver of hope he offered, desperate to believe that her dreams could become reality. Donovan continued his manipulation, painting an alluring picture of their future together. He urged her to take action, to set the stage for a grand deception that would ultimately lead to her triumph. With a sinister glimmer in his eyes, he proposed a plan that would entangle Dante in a web of fabricated desire.