Gluttony Fullmetal Alchemist Novels & Stories

I said, pressing myself against the heat of him, "do not hold back just because I look delicate." For most people, a lust-curse was poison. For my kind, it was spring water in the desert. I was not an ordinary woman. I was a high-ranking succubus who had spent years pretending to be human in the modern world, starving and withering for lack of true nourishment. Now I had landed inside a shameless dark-fantasy romance novel, in front of a devastatingly handsome Demon King burning with exactly the curse I needed. Everyone else avoided him as if he were death.

“You are like my son.” “Thank you.” Maleficent the Glutton did not bother to look at Ilorde even through her peripheral vision. Instead, she raced in front of Ilorde as a gigantic pentagram appeared around them like a ring of green runes. A minute passed by and an explosion shook the entire Rancid City.

“There is no need, here, to be deprived. You need to drink from the blood slaves.” He felt the movement of the mattress as one of the blood slaves positioned themselves gingerly along his side and the weight of their arm across his chest as they offered it to him. He lifted it to his mouth and found the position to bite without opening his eyes. As the blood pulsed out over his tongue, he knew that Meguitte was correct. Out of guilt, he had been taking too infrequently, too lightly, feeling that it was wrong to drink fully and sate his hunger knowing that back at Concordia hunger was a normal state of being.

Spit trailed down my chin, soaking my bra as I worked him, tongue swirling, hand pumping what I couldn't swallow. He thrust shallowly, fucking my face, grunts echoing off the mirrors. "Gonna cum—swallow it, yeah?" I nodded around him, sucking tighter. His cock swelled, then erupted, thick jets hitting my tongue, flooding my mouth. I gulped it down, savouring the bitter heat, milking him until he shuddered and pulled out, a string of cum connecting my lips to his tip.

He could only watch in silence as King Kayziel moved freely, doing as he pleased. “Ugh, what the hell is wrong with this body?" Kayziel complained as he stuffed his face with food. "I keep eating and eating but I never feel satisfied." "It should be normal, Your Majesty." Hugh said, taking a seat across Kayziel. "The human Prince has always been known as a glutton. Although you possess his body, there are certain things you can't change."

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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?”

"They are old men who care about nothing but blood and money. To them, you are a mistake that needs to be erased. Here, behind these walls, you are safe. Outside, you are a target." ​He walked to a small table and picked up a silver tray. He brought it over and set it on the bed. It was filled with fruit, bread, and a glass of milk. ​"Eat," he commanded. ​"I’m not hungry," I lied. My stomach actually felt like it was shrinking, but I didn't want to take anything from him. ​"The child is hungry," Alaric said. His voice was low and serious. "The Thorne blood grows fast, Elena. It needs energy. If you don't eat, it will take the energy from you. It will make you weak. It will make you sick."

Kaelen swallowed. Gluttony growled, actually growled, shadowy purple energy coiling around his shoulders. “He goes with me.” “With us,” Lucifer corrected sharply. Gluttony bared teeth. “With. Me.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Jealousy is unbecoming.” “It’s not jealousy,” Gluttony hissed, pulling Kaelen closer, “it’s possession.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Not interested Gluttony, fuck I have my Amor Meus, fucking asshole."

I turned to my right side when I heard the question from the Malemyn next to me. I was between the vice-president and a Malemyn whose name I do not know. But I have also seen him several times inside the monsters department building. If I'm not mistaken, this Malemyn has the power of Gluttony. The power that eats its prey and leaves nothing but its blood scents. "Yohan.." I sparingly answered him.