Gluttony Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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."

“Your creamy juices all over your greedy little hole. Such a sinful sight for a man of God.” He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit, lapping up her warm, sweet arousal in one long, greedy stroke. The taste made him groan deeply against her flesh, the sound vibrating straight through her core and making her clit throb. Amelia’s hips jerked at the sudden wet heat, a shocked moan escaping her lips.

Luca said with amazement. "I am not a glutton, you know. I just happen to eat until I am fully satisfied, so it does not mean I am a glutton. For my shape, I do workouts to maintain my slender body, and hey! Luca, were you not the one saying you would keep on buying free food for me? Why are you now complaining about the fact that I am a glutton?" Anabelle asked as she focused her attention on Luca, who was saying that she was a glutton. Of course, she loves to eat, but that does not mean she is a glutton.

Emma I Sat at the kitchen table, gently tapping my pencil on the books sprawled out in front of me. As perused the page, my eyes widened in shock. The prices of fodder had once again soared, now three times higher than when I last bought it. “This can’t be happening,” I muttered to myself, flipping through the papers to find the number I’d hastily jotted down. “How did things deteriorate so quickly?”

We ate in silence until I looked and saw one of the slaves who joined in our training session today standing at the entrance. “Can I help you?” I asked arching my brows at his fidgeting stance. “No Alpha,” He said before taking a step in and placing his square of chocolate on my dish, bowing at me, and then leaving quickly. That was weird. Another Gladiator slave came in and did the same thing, dropped his square of chocolate on my dish, bowed, and left. This carried on until my dish was piled with the squares. All but 3 of the other slaves came in and gave me their square.

Luca’s eyes darkened with hunger as he spread her thighs wide and lowered his mouth to her dripping pussy. His tongue was pure sin, long, slow licks from entrance to clit, then sucking the swollen nub between his lips. Sophia arched, biting her fist to stay silent as he devoured her. Two fingers plunged back inside, fucking her in rhythm with his tongue. The wet sounds of him eating her pussy filled the small room. “Oh god… Luca…” she whimpered, barely above a whisper. Tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt pricked her eyes. Marcus had never eaten her like this with such hungry devotion.

His tongue plunged deep, tasting my mouth like he owned it, while his fingers dug into my hips. Dinner started innocently enough. Aunt Lydia chattered about her garden, Uncle Tom nodding along, his eyes flicking to my cleavage when he thought no one noticed. I crossed my legs under the table, feeling the slickness between my thighs—Harlan's seed mixed with my fresh arousal. Jake's foot nudged mine, a silent promise, while Richard poured wine, his gaze heavy on me.

I groaned, arching my hips forward. Thrusting his pointer finger in and out soon after, I still wanted more. “Make it two, please.” I was no longer ashamed of begging. For the many days that he deprived me of my fulfillment, my needs and hunger became deeper. “Roll my button with your other fingers.” And he did what I said.

And yet it was. Across from him, Gluttony stared down at the artifact now resting in his hands. The Book of Rebirth. Its cover shifted constantly between black and white, the colors moving like opposing tides colliding against one another. Faint symbols flickered across the surface, appearing and vanishing as if the book itself was still rewriting its own existence. The energy radiating from it was immense. It was balanced and at the same time unstable. Gluttony swallowed slowly. “I… don’t think this thing likes being touched,” he muttered. Tyrel, standing beside his lover Caius, glanced down at the book nervously. “Then maybe you should stop touching it.”

“I want you to read the first two pages out loud and then summarize them.” Alex leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. He didn’t even look at the book. His eyes were glued to my chest. “Alex,” I said sharply. “The book. Not me.” He licked his lips slowly, eyes still fixed on my breasts. “Your buttons look tight today. Are they going to pop open if you breathe too hard?” I felt my face heat up. “That’s not appropriate, Alex. Focus on the material.” He smiled, stubborn as ever. “I am focused. Just not on the stupid book. Your tits look really good in that shirt, Miss Shine. Do they feel as soft as they look?”