A Spicy M/M Protective Monster Romance
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A satyr saves him from the river. A bond begins in the wilds of myth.
When Helios, a young Greek slave, escapes into the wilderness, he becomes bait in his master’s obsession with capturing a real satyr in order to summon Dionysus, the god of wine.
Instead, Helios finds Charoúmenos.
After the gentle satyr saves him from drowning, an unexpected bond begins to grow between them. But as desire deepens and danger closes in, Krateros refuses to abandon his pursuit.
A steamy M/M fantasy romance inspired by Greek mythology, featuring a protective satyr hero/human pairing with a guaranteed HEA.
Content warning:
This story contains explicit scenes and is only appropriate for readers over 18.
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Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay, Pansexual
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 3 Age: 46-65
Tropes: Age Difference, First Time, Found Family, Insta Love / Love at First Sight, Monster Love
Word Count: 16500
Setting: Ancient Greece
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Charoúmenos smiled gratefully and spoke a prayer:
“By thy hand, oh Hades, thou hast returned him to me.”
The youth, startled by the deep, raspy voice, bolted upright. Upon seeing himself face-to-face with a horned man of the woods, his eyes widened, lips trembling for a moment before he managed to stutter,
"Y-you're… you’re a satyr!"
Charoúmenos nodded, a deep look of concern crossing his face. He scanned the boy's lithe body for any other sign of injury, then explained,
"I pulled you out, but you were gone to Elysium, so I shared my breath to awaken you."
The young man gave him a puzzled look and asked,
"Are you real, or is this a dream?"
The satyr grinned and replied,
"I am no dream. I am as you, made of flesh and bone."
READ MOREThe boy reached out shakily, tracing one of his rescuer's small, bony horns. For a moment, he lingered, his doe-like eyes filled with an unmistakable air of wonder. Charoúmenos chuckled,
"Normally men fear my kind."
The boy drew back, blushing softly as he looked down at the ground, murmuring,
“You saved my life.”
The satyr nodded and said,
"I am Charoúmenos, third son of Gregorios."
The boy glanced back at him, smiled shyly, and replied,
"Helios, I am Helios of..."
He paused, his demeanor darkening as he continued,
"I am the property of Despotes Krateros."
The wild man, unsure of what his new acquaintance meant, asked,
"Property? What is the meaning of this word?”
Helios looked surprised, but then, recognizing his audience, sighed sadly and whispered,
"I suppose it makes sense one born of nature would be ignorant of such a concept."
He peered intently at his rescuer, causing something within Charoúmenos's belly to stir. The satyr was no stranger to desire, but had never sat in the presence of a human before, especially not one so lovely.
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