Gluttony Novels & Stories

Since she was not part of the conversation, she simply focused on eating quietly and trying not to draw attention to herself. But that did not last long. “You’re not eating much.” Gabriel’s voice suddenly came without him even looking at her. Her hand stopped halfway toward the plate. “I... already ate.” “A little.” She lowered her gaze quickly. “I’m not very hungry.” A short silence followed. Then Gabriel placed his cup down and said in the same calm tone: “On a long journey, eating too little is a problem.” She looked at him hesitantly. “I’ll be fine.” “You always say that.”

“Things are so hard right now, and I—” “Shut up, Elena. Just shut your mouth,” Michael barked, cutting me off with absolute disgust. “You think you can just disappear, break my heart, and then call me whenever you feel like it? You’re nothing but a gold-digging slut. A whore who sold herself to the highest bidder.” The words hit me so bad, tearing right through the remaining pieces of my shattered dignity. “Michael, no, it wasn’t like that—” I choked out.

Daniel. What did they say about fucking your own family? That they taste like sin? That once you cross that line, there’s no going back because the forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter, darker, more addictive? That the guilt only makes the pleasure sharper, hotter, more devastating? We all know how sins taste — they linger on the tongue, burn in the throat, and leave you craving another bite even when you know it’ll ruin you. And right now, I was drowning in it.

Annabel cooed, spoon wobbling precariously. "M-Mommy doesn't do sweets..." Gloria deflected softly, her stomach already clenching at the glossy sight. No diabetes, no allergies just her eating disorder, a shadowy beast born from years of toxic cycles. Extreme diets, yo-yo weight loss, Victor's cutting words they'd warped her relationship with food. Rich, sugary treats like this? They didn't just tempt; they terrified. Imagining the heavy cream and sugar descending her throat sparked an instant gag reflex, her body primed to reject it all.

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 murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread.

“Well? You haven’t taken a bite. You promised, there is no backing out now, you know.” Maxwell picked up his dessert spoon and dug in. “Of course not. A gentleman always keeps his word. You look like you can take both though,” he said as she scooped another spoonful into her mouth. She narrowed her eyes at him as she chewed, and immediately she swallowed, she said “You know what? I am going to ignore that and not take offence to the fact that you just implied that I am a glutton. First, the man called me hungry, and now he is calling me a glutton. Good going, Mr Rohan.”

"What stupid fucking plan?" Luca's face constricts into anger. He curses under his breath, and in a blink of an eye, he picks up a knife that has been laying in Gluttony's plate. Gluttony — as the meaning of the word implies — he has been eating from a plate of pie ever since we started this conversation, hence his quietness. But that is the least of my concerns at the moment. Luca has a knife in hand, and is moving towards me; that is my concern. I catch sight of Luca's face as he lifts an armed hand in the air.

I may dislike the man standing at the corner but my love for this is even bigger so I turn around to invite him to join me. “You can come have your sit and eat. It is enough for us both." Like he needs my permission to do whatever he wants. I am not just comfortable with him standiyby and staring. “I am gonna go wash up first." He says and walks away. I pay no heed to him and continue with what I am doing. I make sure to taste a bit if everything on the table. I know that it is probably bad for my health but I cannot help it. Everything just looks so good and smell nice that it is a great temptation to pass by it. It would take a great amount amount of discipline to see such gloriousness and