Gluttony Fullmetal Novels & Stories

She moaned as I pleased her not just sexually but also mentally making her feel like she was worthy of my kind but in reality she was just a substance to my survival. The reason I fucked my meals was because their essence was so much more satisfying when they are coming undone around my cock. The pleasure they feel when I make them come transfers into their essences that I suck from them satisfies my hunger so much more than just drinking from one of our donors. Plus, these women are hook on the way my kind makes them feel and they are willing participants and will do whatever I tell them to just to get the rush they feel when I sink my teeth into their flesh.

"There's no rule that says only fat people can eat the most, right?" The gatekeeper actually thought about it seriously before nodding. "You've got a point. Alright then, let the trial begin!" An hour later, the gatekeeper stepped down from the platform, looking utterly defeated. "Sigh… I can't believe I lost to someone with a body like yours. Unbelievable. Where the hell did all that food even go?" The trial had been exactly what Felix expected. It was just eating. Since it was the House of Gluttony, there were no disgusting or weird foods, only top-tier delicacies. The only goal was to keep eating and outlast the opponent. Naturally, he won with ease.

Snarling in irritation, I walked ahead of the fallen alpha with firm steps. “To Sophie, I hope our bath compensates for everything I'm going through here!” I muttered to myself, annoyed. The environment smelled of food, and piles of wealth were scattered everywhere. Condemned souls vomited coins while food dripped from their eye sockets, creating a disgusting scene. “Hunf, a sin I don't understand,” I grumbled, catching the attention of the black wolf. “Gluttony goes beyond food. Many souls here are trapped by gluttony, by the thirst for money, power, and dominance. They never felt satisfied!” He explained, looking over his shoulders at me. “I'm surprised you're not affected here.”

“Be patient, we will have our time as it will not take long.” Scolding him as the one who owns an ash blue pair of color eyes and black hair reminded while sitting unto the glass window overlooking the bright full moon as his embodiment and prominent symbol is beaming as the sin of Pride. “It’s better this way as I can eat whatever soul I want without anyone noticing.” Giggling as the embodiment and prominent symbol of the sin of Glutton added, with his pair of reddish eyes and a mix of red and brown hair marks while sipping his drink and comfortably leaning onto the wine table of their mansion.

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“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.

The two beings observed each other in silence in the dark, the light of their eyes testifying to their presence. "I see, so you're the reason there are many people in one body?" "To be precise, it's about efficiency. We are Greed, so we take whatever interests us, in this case, it's about skill. But unlike another Sin you know, we don't just take the skill, we take the technique, we take the most we can get." "Another sin? You mean gluttony?" "See? You know more than your looks, Gluttony only takes skills indifferently, we call it being stupid, but in our case, we learn to use them thanks to one of the wonderful blessings of Greed."

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?”