Veneer Fanart Novels & Stories

Wish me luck. Now for a completely unrelated news, we all know that Behind Their Veneers is coming to an end; we have just two chapters left then the epilogue and I'm already so sad to let our favorite couple — Emerald and Jordan — go. (I just discovered that these two do not have a ship name, geez!)

Hours bled into a blur. The cabin was filled with Evelyn’s guttural snarls, her pained gasps, the scrape of her nails against wood. Sweat poured down her temples, soaking her hair. Her body thrashed until Kael’s arms were the only thing keeping her grounded. Every time Jonah or Rowan moved too close, Kael’s growl deepened, a feral warning that none of them dared test.

Everything from polaroids depicting the lifestyle of BDSM to raw images that illustrated every sexual position you could think of and more. Every kink you could imagine had played a role in each of the pieces as well—this place was purely, uncensored sex. A place dedicated to exploring every aspect of sensuality, at its finest. Reaching the back wall of the room, I was brought face to face with the sole reason I had fallen in love with everything art had to offer: Raimondi's I Modi. The surviving album of engravings dedicated to the sixteen pleasures; the positions. Erotic art created during the early ages—a true primitive art form. A piece of work I could never get tired of looking at.

Alex smiled and didn’t say a word as he turned to the stall owner. The middle-aged store owner smiled. “Good sir, this fan of mine is no ordinary fan. The frame was made with cold steel that could remain for thousands of years while the leaves were made of a beast’s skin, hence it is very sturdy. It used to be a skilled martial artist’s weapon. If you like it, you can buy it for the price of two million.” Waltz was appalled. “What? Two million for a mere fan? Do you think money grows on trees? Only idiots would want to buy it at two million!”