Gluttony If Novels & Stories

The creature’s mouth, filled with uneven yellow teeth, oozed countless strange black fluids emitting a foul, putrid odor. Another level-eight pinnacle stage monster had emerged—a Glutton. Gluttons, known for their large bellies, relied on constant feeding to maintain their strength. And their bellies secreted a corrosive slime, their most potent weapon. The simultaneous appearance of two level-eight pinnacle stage monsters added to the intrigue. Observing this, Adrian smirked. "You two want to attack me together? Two aren't enough. Bring out your stronger companions, if you have any. I'll handle them all at once."

She was precious to me. I followed the family her whole life, keeping watch on her. Any bully in school or a backstabbing friend was given nightmares of their future afterlife if they kept up their behavior. Nothing scares little kids more than a vivid nightmare. While watching the family, I saw Abigail’s father’s other sins; his greed began when he eyed the wealthy law firm that he ended up stealing from, only drawn to the firm because of the beautiful interns, there was the lust. Once he started stealing the money, he bought extravagant cars and jewelry for his wife, that one was pride, and the excessive obsession with wealthy items was gluttony.

She kept on eating. In the first place, why does she need to care when there are lots of food in front of her? She finished her food rather quickly. After finishing her food. She took a tissue and cleaned her chin and lips neatly. She patted her belly in satisfaction. She had a lazy and relaxed smile on her face. Abigail shook her head at her friend. 'Why did I get a glutton like her?' she thought. "Because gluttons are loyal," Rebecca said while pouting.

He drops to his knees and devours you like a starving beast, tongue plunging deep into your pussy, sucking your clit hard while two thick fingers slam into you, curling brutally against your G-spot. You moan loudly, fingers gripping his hair as he eats you with savage hunger. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers fill the kitchen — slurping, sucking, the slick squelch of your juices coating his chin and dripping onto the counter. He spanks your ass hard, the sharp cracks echoing as he growls against your pussy. He edges you mercilessly — bringing you right to the brink with his tongue and fingers, only to pull back and let the cool air tease your throbbing clit. You’re begging, so

He rubbed slow, firm circles. My breath hitched and I gripped my fork tighter. “You sure?” Mum asked, tilting her head. “Your face is a little flushed.” Mark slid one thick finger inside me under the table. I nearly dropped my fork. My pussy clenched around it, still sensitive from this morning. “I’m fine, Mum,” I managed, voice slightly breathless. “Really.” Mark added a second finger, pumping them slowly while his thumb kept rubbing my clit. The wet sounds were faint, but I was terrified Mum would hear.

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?”

And Damon the Prideful knew that Maleficent the Glutton never had the intention to harm him even way before they became lovers, because she was that kind of person. For Damon the Prideful, Maleficent the Glutton cared for the people she considered as families. She cared so much that she valued her life a little. Her love for the people she cared about outweighed the love that she should have for herself. After all, she was the Glutton heir. She got the perfect excuse to be selfish – and at the end of the day, she died for the people she loved. Damon wanted to ask himself, should he feel happy about Maleficent’s scale of love or should he feel the wrath that was threatening to explode inside

Syn explained to me. My eyes widened. The food seemed too much because even though I was very hungry, I knew I couldn't finish it. I don't eat that much. Yes, I'm not on a diet and that's not in my vocabulary but I'm not a glutton either. "M-maybe nothing bad will happen to me if I don't use it up, right?" I was nervous because I might have to consume it. Because even if I ask for a miracle that I can consume him, I really can't.

Not wanting to be embarrassed, again Angelo secretly looked to Mark’s direction and copied the perverted ugly human being’s table manners: from choosing the correct utensils to the proper way of consuming foods, he perfectly copied the perverted ugly being. Although Angelo wants to get a large piece of meat on his plate; seeing the perverted ugly human being slicing the meat- into tiny pieces; he could only grit his teeth- in frustration. He doesn’t want to be a clown in front of the gorgeous tigress again, so; he could only hide his inner gluttony. “Seriously, the tender, juicy and savory meat is right in front of me. Why can’t I have the right- to finish this delectable meat.” Deep down in

But her spells stand a chance to even reach it. “Mammon, what's the side effect if I absorbed all these black aura of hands?” I asked. “I don’t know but with Beelzebub’s Gluttony, you can devour things as much as you can. It depends to the user. If you can withstand the amount of things you ate, then there will be no side effect,” he replied. “Well, I do eat a lot and I’m not a picky eater. Maybe, I can withstand this,” I told him.