Current update here.
Entire thing here.
And now, due to popular demand, it is also available in html here. (The formatting is not preserved, but I did my best to keep it easy to read.)
This story contains themes of slavery and violence, as well as consensual and non-consensual sex. Please do not read it if you are uncomfortable with those things.
In other news, I've become a beggar. There's now a donation tag here and on the avenier website. Please consider contributing to our hosting costs. In the unlikely event that we exceed those, we'll be applying excess funds toward the purchase of a printer (as our content is often "objectionable.") Thank you all for your continued support. I do try to answer all of the comments/email that I get, so please be patient with me if I haven't replied to yours as yet!
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Piety Update
It has been so very long, my darlings. Can I call you that? Is it too forward? Imagine I have a nice smoking jacket and a bottle of red.
I have been busily adventuring, and also scripting away at a comic that Felix and I are hoping to release within the next month. But for now, let me pour you some wine and favor you with a few pages of writing. Me? No; I don't drink ... wine.
Cough. Right. Enough of that silliness.
Piety's current update is here.
The whole thing is here.
This update contains neither smut nor violence. Isn't that a pleasant reprieve? I'm sure Verian thinks so.
The rest of the story is riddled with consensual and non consensual sex, as well as violence, slavery, and all manner of horrible awful things that you may or may not care to read about. Consider yourself advised.
I have been busily adventuring, and also scripting away at a comic that Felix and I are hoping to release within the next month. But for now, let me pour you some wine and favor you with a few pages of writing. Me? No; I don't drink ... wine.
Cough. Right. Enough of that silliness.
Piety's current update is here.
The whole thing is here.
This update contains neither smut nor violence. Isn't that a pleasant reprieve? I'm sure Verian thinks so.
The rest of the story is riddled with consensual and non consensual sex, as well as violence, slavery, and all manner of horrible awful things that you may or may not care to read about. Consider yourself advised.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Piety Update!
Update bandwagon. I am in you.
Current update is here.
Whole thing is here.
DISCLAIMER: This story is full of mean nasty people doing mean nasty things. Don't read it if you don't like mean and nasty. Oh, there's some sex too. Don't read it if you don't like sex.
Current update is here.
Whole thing is here.
DISCLAIMER: This story is full of mean nasty people doing mean nasty things. Don't read it if you don't like mean and nasty. Oh, there's some sex too. Don't read it if you don't like sex.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Peter the Wolf
For Jenessa.
Hopefully this is even remotely coherent. I wrote it in hurried snatches between chores while recovering from being ill.
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He had to stop rushing over every time Cemal rang. It wasn’t the first time that Peter had had this thought. It likely wouldn’t be the last. Yet there he was, stripping away his shirt as he prowled through the main parlor.
“I think you’ve gained a good stone since I saw you last, Peter.” Cemal was leaning against the wall, his tone and posture maddeningly aloof. “And not all of it in muscle.”
Peter’s shirt fell in a grubby white streak along the vivid blue and amethyst rug. He pulled his lips back across his teeth, caught somewhere between scowl and grimace.
“It’s only been a week, you ass.”
“Well. Maybe half a stone, then.”
Hopefully this is even remotely coherent. I wrote it in hurried snatches between chores while recovering from being ill.
He had to stop rushing over every time Cemal rang. It wasn’t the first time that Peter had had this thought. It likely wouldn’t be the last. Yet there he was, stripping away his shirt as he prowled through the main parlor.
“I think you’ve gained a good stone since I saw you last, Peter.” Cemal was leaning against the wall, his tone and posture maddeningly aloof. “And not all of it in muscle.”
Peter’s shirt fell in a grubby white streak along the vivid blue and amethyst rug. He pulled his lips back across his teeth, caught somewhere between scowl and grimace.
“It’s only been a week, you ass.”
“Well. Maybe half a stone, then.”
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