Fma Gluttony Novels & Stories

She’d worked so hard, and she thought she’d done such a good job. “But… You haven’t even tasted anything…” A pair of stricken blue eyes met Maxima’s. “I can’t, Max. I’m on a strict diet. Twelve hundred calories a day. It’s killing me.” Nonetheless, Georgia gazed at that tray like a gambling addict at a slot machine. “And I’m so hungry… I’m so damn hungry all the time. I’m thirty-five years old, wouldn’t you think by now I’d have learned willpower?” Georgia took a step forward and then sharply back.

] Umm… system I know you don't want to spoil me or act secretive but you could have at least told me their names. Forget it. The destroyer is the 3rd evolution of the Orcs right, that means I should not worry when I stumble upon an orc camp in the future. I'm pretty confident in taking it down quite easily with the strength I have amassed. Well, I do need my other hand for it. [Host have increased chance of receiving skills of the Orc race when using Gluttony] Oh ho! I forgot about that part of gluttony, how did my chances increase by the way?

“This is who we serve?” “Shut the fuck up, Pride,” Wrath barked. “Gluttony, help him.” Gluttony dragged his feet forward lazily. Ashiel pulled a dagger, but Gluttony raised his hands. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless you ask.” Cris signaled Ashiel to lower the blade. Gluttony pressed a heavy hand against my chest, and energy surged into me. My body steadied, the burning in my veins cooling. “I’m giving you a taste of strength,” Gluttony muttered. “Sloth could drain the poison out completely, but he’s asleep. And he doesn’t like being woken up.”

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

“I wouldn’t be talking about his ability to eat if I were you. You fooled me, Gianna Gomez. I thought you were this rare breed of great cook who ate like a bird and not like a water buffalo. Turns out, you can eat more than several grown men, and that is not something I expected from someone as slim as you.” “That’ll teach you not to judge something only with your eyes.” Gianna let her gaze slip closed, ready to sleep. “But I eat a lot because I’m hungry a lot. I don’t know what else to tell you. And my medication plays a part. If I’m not full with it in my system, I’ll feel nauseous.” Shifting just a little on the bed to draw Gianna closer, Dante mumbled sleepily, “I kind of love how much y

Her screen was her god—and I was rewriting the commandments. Soon enough, her eyes widened. My ads were working—delicious, decadent, sinful dishes displayed on her feed. Steaks. Pasta. Chocolate fountains. Ribs dripping with sauce. Gluttony incarnate. “That looks delicious, Alice,” I murmured behind her. “Yeah, it sure does,” she said, her voice gleaming with interest. “Do you want some steak, Paimon?” “Oh, don’t worry about me. Don’t you want to try it?”

I yelled with a loud voice as my needs were now getting more desperate and I found it just so hard to control my lust. “Ohhh my god… please,” I moaned desperately, my voice breaking with frustration and lust. Besides, I have always been the type of person who takes charge and gives commands and that even includes at the place I work at as a stripper…so the fact that Blake had been bluntly ignoring my request was getting me all frustrated and worked up. My frustration only made me wetter, my pussy gripping his fingers even tighter. Blake scoffed, pouring another mouthful of saliva into my pussy as he leaned in and licked the saliva which had swiftly mixed with my wet juices.

Black dress hugging every curve, hair wild, face smeared with sauce and grease, eyes focused like she was hunting prey instead of devouring plates. Why was she eating so much? Was it a side effect of the fruit? The healers had warned about accelerated metabolism, about the body demanding fuel to rebuild what the poison had torn apart, but this… this was something else. She tore through platters like a starving beast, whole roasted legs of lamb disappearing in minutes, bread torn apart with her teeth, sauces dripping down her chin, her throat working hard as she swallowed huge bites without pause. The other contestants were slowing down, sweating, and looking sick.

I let my thumb slowly drag over the tip of her clit as it pulses waiting, wanting, and needing to be touched. ‘Take me’ is all I hear before I lean in and feste on my mate's pretty little pussy like a mad man starving. Her moans, and my name rolling off her as I eat my fill is like music to my ears as she grinds her hot pussy into my face chasing her release. Her juices explode all over my face and tongue, I lick them up not wanting to miss a drop. This is going to be a long night and I can't wait.

“My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.” He gazed at her in dismay. “No,” he said, “I shouldn't. Is there something wrong with you?” “I have to strongly disagree if something is wrong,” she said. “For what reason do you need