Gluttony Fullmetal Novels & Stories

Rex mumbled. “Me either.” Zac added with a look of disgust on his face. “He is about to eat everything, and then I won’t be able to make anything else for breakfast.” Alec groaned. “Maybe he will stop when he gets full.” Caleb let out an awkward chuckle. “Doubtful. Gluttony is an excessive consumption of food. He won’t stop. He might stop long enough to throw up, but he will keep eating and drinking until he is satisfied. From what I can tell, he will never be satisfied.” Hunter spoke.

“That's when you haven't seen me go crazy. I was once a monster, a cannibal in its own right. I don't remember why I did it but there was a certain sacrifice ceremony, I was fed cannibals for a long time and this made me gradually lose my humanity. I became a half-man, half-animal, tired and exhausted. My bloodlust began to rise when I saw that thing, which was fueled by greed and hatred…” "It's Greedius!" Hades explained my ambiguity: “As Greedius, you have seen Greedius which means he has risen but is extremely weak, he causes lust and bloodlust in you to rise and that's why due to the man who killed the entire Hill villagers. You have already become his henchman!"

“I said eat, fat girl. You will not waste away under my care.” I shook my head, fresh tears filling my eyes. “I’m not hungry,” I whispered. Draven laughed coldly. “Not hungry? Look at this body.” He slapped my round belly hard, making it jiggle. “All this softness didn’t come from starving yourself. Food is what made you this fat, chubby whore. Those heavy tits, these thick thighs, this spilling belly — every roll came from eating too much. And now you refuse? I won’t allow it.”

Lucas removed his shirt, literally ripping it off. However, the air hitting his skin did nothing to suppress the burn inside him. His gaze settled on the mirror—his eyes were glowing gold, his fangs ached, and his dick strained hard against his trousers. His senses heightened without warning—cries of pleasure, sexual groans, and the slapping of skin against skin reached his ears. Many of the nobles, both male and female, had gone to satisfy their lust, especially those with mates. They were taking turns, and it wouldn’t stop until the full moon was over.

He did not bite those words and invitations and simply moved forward to the third layer. In the third circle, the gluttonous wallow in a vile, putrid slush produced by a ceaseless, foul, icy rain – "a great storm of putrefaction" – as punishment for subjecting their reason to a voracious appetite. The gluttons grovel in the mud by themselves, sightless and heedless of their neighbors, symbolizing the cold, selfish, and empty sensuality of their lives. Just as lust has discovered its actual nature withinside the winds of the preceding circle, right here the slush famous the actual nature of sensuality – which incorporates now no longer simplest overindulgence in food and drinks however additi

‘This…. this think is a true glutton’. There no change in it even after absorbing my aurora like drinking water, I know that if it drink it all, I will cease to exist, because that is the embodiment of myself but Ican’t let it be so I have to stop it, although I couldn’t feel fear or anything else but I still have sense of preservation, waiting this bottomless hole suck me dryuntil it will be satisfied is not an option.

❤️ Now I Know Where You Are ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom. The Dining Room: King Malgron was eating with appetite and he was not picking at the food the way a worried man picked at food. It was like the satisfaction of someone who had been carrying a heavy thing for a long time and had just put it down.

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.

The hall was a scene of grotesque excess: tables groaned under the weight of half-eaten delicacies, and high-ranking Betas were draped over silken cushions, their faces flushed with gluttony. "What in the hell is this?" a young officer barked, swaying on his feet. He couldn't even see past the glare of the torches. "Who let this filth into the banquet? Guards! Drag this intruder out and take his head!" I stepped into the golden light of the hearth, pulling back my hood. Behind me, my elite guard filed in, their steel unsheathed and their eyes glowing with suppressed predatory hunger. The young officer’s face went a sickly shade of grey. The gold goblet in his hand hit the floor with a dull *