The Forest God's Fertile Hunter

By J.B. Black

Can an arrogant forest god right his mistake when he curses his fated mate?

Theron lived the high life. An admired hunter, he found himself best friends with a dragon, and every year, the shrine to the forest god permitted him entry to the forest for hunting. He had everything he wanted. Except Demetrius.

When his artistic love requests Theron bring him a white deer, the hunter believes he's finally won Demetrius' affection, but faced with the white stag, Theron cannot shoot. Then the deer transforms into a gorgeous man. Any relief Theron feels, however, is short-lived. Proclaiming himself a god, the man curses Theron to be a swan.

But this hunter won't be made a damsel in distress!

Having only recently claimed his territory, Silvius barely has time to breathe. When his mate shows up, the forest god desperately wants the man to stay by his side. Cursing Theron, he assumes the hunter will keep close and plea for the curse to be broken. He has never been more wrong. His thoughtless curse leads to disaster. As untold secrets and worse news comes to Silvius' doorstep, he refuses to give up on true love.

Can he set things right and woo his mate? Or will his thoughtlessness leave him forever alone?

The Forest God's Fertile Hunter is a gay fantasy romance with high heat, no cheating, a HEA, and mpreg.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.B. Black
• Release date: Apr 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005224202

J.B. Black

Three sides to take care of all your wanton desires:Jess adores the steamy side of romance, exploring the quick scenes that leave your heart fluttering as strong, fertile heroines find their Happily Ever Afters!If you enjoy mpreg and a wake on the more fantastical side with fated mates, JB Black will fulfill your every desire.Brendol enjoys M/M without the fantastical edge. No pregnancies, just gay sex and romance!

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The Forest God’s Fertile Hunter

Gay Mpreg Fantasy Romance

J.B. Black

The Forest God’s Fertile Hunter by JB Black

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and events are fictitious in every regard. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, or named features are only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.

THE FOREST GOD’S FERTILE HUNTER

Copyright © 2020 J.B. Black

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Can an arrogant forest god right his mistake when he curses his fated mate?

Theron lived the high life. An admired hunter, he found himself best friends with a dragon, and every year, the shrine to the forest god permitted him entry to the forest for hunting. He had everything he wanted.

Except Demetrius.

When his artistic love requests Theron bring him a white deer, the hunter believes he's finally won Demetrius's affection, but faced with the white stag, Theron cannot shoot. Then the deer transforms into a gorgeous man. Any relief Theron feels, however, is short-lived. Proclaiming himself a god, the man curses Theron to be a swan.

But this hunter won't be made a damsel in distress!

Having only recently claimed his territory, Silvius barely has time to breathe. When his mate shows up, the forest god desperately wants the man to stay by his side. Cursing Theron, he assumes the hunter will keep close and plead for the curse to be broken. He has never been more wrong.

His thoughtless curse leads to disaster. As untold secrets and worse news comes to Silvius's doorstep, he refuses to give up on true love.

Can he set things right and woo his mate? Or will his thoughtlessness leave him forever alone?

The Forest God's Fertile Hunter is a gay fantasy romance with high heat, no cheating, a HEA, and mpreg.

Chapter One

Few hunters could claim to have chased herds on the back of a dragon, but having grown up beside a dragon range overpopulated with the gigantic magical beasts, Theron made friends with more than one; however, even then, the young dragons would be unlikely to carry anyone on their backs. Radek - a red dragon far larger than the rest and far more interested in the mortal village outside the range - proved to be the exception.

Lower, you idiot, Theron called, balancing on the red dragon’s outstretched wing with his spear in hand. I can’t kill anything from this high without falling!

Radek laughed, looping around. You could hold on with your other hand while you threw.

It wouldn’t look as epic! the hunter retorted with a laugh.

Scoffing, the dragon swooped lower. Demetrius is watching again, isn’t he? When the hunter failed to respond and instead took to a heroic stance, preparing to launch his spear into the scattered herd below, Radek huffed, letting out a couple flickers of fire. Why do you even like him? He’s such an arrogant asshole.

A twinkle sparked in the hunter’s eyes. His lips curled into a cheerful smirk, and reckless as always, he leapt from his friend’s wing, descending upon the largest buck, bringing the beast to the ground as the herd fled around. Triumphant, he stood. Sweat glistened on his brow. Shirtless, his bare chest looked as good as any marble statue of the gods. Smooth skin - no hair on his chest and perfectly even tan over all his exposed skin, just the way the artists in town always desired their subjects to be. His younger cousins had teased him for carefully cultivating both, but if it caught Demetrius’s eye, it would be worth it.

Far on the edge of the field, Demetrius sat up on his high platform which his wealthy father had built, so the young artist could paint nature from a safe distance. True, he had a pleasant face made less so by his constant scowl, but the paleness of his skin awoke something covetous in Theron. He eyed the enchanting pale gray of the painter’s eyes as well as the regality of his perfectly coiffed curls. Drawn into painting first as a subject when he was young, he had been the child no one wanted to play with, but as sour as he had been, Theron found him enthralling.

When the moment had passed long enough to be captured in the artist’s mind, Theron dragged his prey back to the village, letting his younger cousins take it from him to clean.

How was that? he asked Demetrius as he approached the platform.

Sneer readily in place, the artist clucked his tongue. I’m tired of painting you. If you want to be my muse, you’ll have to show me some side of you that I haven’t yet seen. Hunting is so...vile.

Is it now? Theron hummed, leaning forward against the wood as he shifted one leg back and forth. I wouldn’t mind showing you another side. I heard nude models were all the rage.

Cocking a brow, the artist glared down at him. The haughty expression awakened such strange desires in Theron. He wanted to push the man down upon the stage and take him before all. Ride his cock until Demetrius cried out in ecstasy, letting the petulant wrinkle finally fade from his rich brow. Of course, the other man would likely faint. Theron would have to be careful in his approach, and while the hunter in him could easily be patient, he yearned for Demetrius to want him with the same arrogant possessiveness the man displayed with the tools of his crafts.

Pale grey eyes traced over Theron’s form, leaving him to shiver in want, but Demetrius only sighed. It would’ve looked better if the deer had been white.

Deer aren’t white. Do you want me to fetch a sheep? the hunter teased.

Another haughty scoff. No. A white deer. Lysander said he saw one in the woods. I want its skin, and my father wants to display its head and horns upon his wall. He’s offering a great reward. Theron had enough skill as a hunter and a leather craftsman to not need to take such a gamble. As if seeing the hunter’s uncertainty, Demetrius leaned forward, adding, I wouldn’t mind lending you it. Painting all that tan skin with only an artful draping of white to offset would be divine.

The offer barely settled between them when Theron nodded. White deer. Woods. Of course.

That seems dumb, Radek announced, landing beside the platform.

Demetrius shrieked, glaring at the red dragon. And you can’t use that beast to help you!

Fine by me. I wouldn’t want to go into the woods anyway. Can’t spread my wings in there, Radek grumbled, stalking back toward the mountains, he pushed at Theron’s hip with his tail. I’m headed home. Don’t do anything stupid. His wings opened, but before he took off, Radek glanced over his shoulder. Also - off-color animals might be shifters. I doubt anyone would be keen on hanging a humanoid head on their wall or being artfully draped in humanoid skin.

Demetrius’s nose wrinkled. With a huff, he gathered his materials and left, announcing, Dragons are disgusting! as he returned to his father’s household.

Come on, Demetrius, he’s just joking, Theron called after the painter, but it was too late. With a huff, he turned on his friend, but the red dragon laughed as he flew away, leaving the hunter on his own.

Stretching, the hunter glanced up at the sky. Although it was well beyond noon, he had a few more hours of sunlight. Returning to his home, he cleaned his spear and fixed his clothes, putting back on his tunic before he grabbed his quiver and bow. Arrows brought better results than a spear in a forest hunt. However, as he readied for the hunt, Radek’s words weighed upon him. The forest outside their village sang with magic. Many times, enemies had been lost