Dream Of Gluttony Novels & Stories

"Victor is an aesthetic hedonist. He buys beautiful things and breaks them when he grows bored. If you approach him as a delicate flower, he will take you, conquer you, and discard you again." Adrian's thumb stroked over Julian’s bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, exposing white teeth. Julian felt a shudder run through his core, a sharp spike of arousal that caught him off guard. "You must be the poison he willingly swallows," Adrian continued softly, his thumb tracing the curve of Julian's jaw line down to his throat. "You must be arrogant, elusive, and utterly unattainable until he is crawling on his knees. He must believe you are superior to him in every way—wealthier, sharper, cooler,

“Please… fill me up.” The dream had been so intense. In it, after he fucked me on the couch, he flipped me over and ate my pussy like he was starving. His tongue was relentless, licking every drop of my wetness while I gripped his hair and ground against his face. I added a third finger, stretching myself, imagining it was him. “Yes… right there. Eat my pussy, baby. Make me cum on your tongue.” My legs started trembling. I could feel that familiar pressure building again, even stronger than in the dream. Sweat beaded on my forehead. The room was quiet except for my heavy breathing and the wet sounds of my fingers working my soaked pussy.

"That took longer than it should have." "Let's move," Envy said, his tone impatient. "The prophet awaits." Gluttony's sharp eyes landed on a frail man seated near the gate, his clothes tattered and his hands trembling as he held out a small, empty bowl. The poor man glanced up, and his sunken eyes widened in fear as Gluttony approached. "Why so scared?" Gluttony said, his voice oozing with mock kindness. He crouched, producing a coin from beneath his cloak, its golden surface gleaming unnaturally. "I just need some information."

As she stood up, she turned towards the bed but he wasn't there as she expected, she only imagined the disgusting look he'd have thrown towards her when he woke up. She had a really strange dream, she had felt wet, soft patches on her lips in her dreams and she was still freaking out about the meaning of the dream. Her stomach loud growls reminded her about how they starved the last night and she remembered the food in the dining, she really hoped it was still there. Running to the dining, the dish was still there, waiting and crying for a consumer. Delilah didn't waste time flinging the lid of the plate off as she devoured the cold contents. Of course, it'd have turned cold since the last n

"You have no idea what you're going to be. What you can be. You have a very bright future ahead of you. You're destined for greatness and wealth. Soon you'll meet someone who will change your life and be of guidance towards your betterment. You will have friends in very high places. I see nobles and gentry waiting in line, begging to enter your place. You will have everything once you never dare to dream of, and much more. You will be walking on gold. You can buy anything you want except one thing. Respectability. No matter how much money you'll have, you can never buy it. You belong to the darker side." Remnants of the strange dream were still vivid when Matthew awoke from a heavy doze. He

The excitement of the moment was addictive, and I desired more. But as I continued to consume more alcohol, the consequences of my actions became more apparent. I stumbled and fell, knocking over glasses and spilling drinks. My words slurred together, and my thoughts became incomprehensible. The cloud I was walking on felt less like a dream and more like a horror. I laughed and danced with my close friends, immersing myself in the music and the moment. The hours sped past, and before I knew it, it was already early morning.

Time passed and the light never changed in the room. Ilyria and Suluu slept, they woke, they made love, they slept again. In her dreams, she joined her mother at the dining table in the mansion of her childhood. Daria Agrio was young and beautiful. Her hair shimmered with jewels and her robe was woven of a silk so delicate her nipples appeared rosily through the thin fabric. At her side appeared a series of suitors. As each left, he kissed Daria’s pale cheek, picked up the small gold scissors on the table before her and snipped off a lock of hair bearing a jewel or a thread of silk from her robe. Her mother appeared not to notice. In the dream, Ilyria was seated at the far end of the table,

Clar was practicing yoga late at night when she suddenly felt an overwhelming hunger. The emptiness in her stomach was impossible to ignore, and she couldn't help but imagine various delicious dishes: "I really crave sweet and sour potatoes, braised pork, mapo tofu, and snail noodles..." This intense longing was clearly driven by her extended period without food.

he whispered against her lips, his breath warm, teasing. Her heart pounded, every rational thought slipping away. She didn’t want him to stop. Instead, she closed the distance between them, her lips pressing against his in a hesitant kiss. Matteo didn’t hesitate. His grip tightened, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss until she felt like she was drowning in him. His lips were demanding, his touch both possessive and careful, as if he was holding himself back. She clutched at his shirt, needing to anchor herself, to remind herself that this wasn’t just another dream.

He looked at her face as she grabbed the plate and started eating, she was so hungry she didn't pay attention to Draven. He closed his laptop and dropped it on the side of the bed before picking up his plate. He ate slowly and watched Xalia as he did. “You are getting punished.” He suddenly said and she froze before turning to him. “For what?” She asked with a mouthful. “First you went out without informing me and it was not just any regular place, it was a club. Then you took off your wedding ring and got drunk. The worst part of it is you wore a revealing gown without wearing anything beneath it.” He explained and she gulped.