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Note: this story takes place in an alternate timeline in which Alexander the Great lived long enough to consolidate his empire.

Pavarti was not born in the city that became known as ‘Alexandria on the Indus.’ She vaguely remembered when Alexander’s armies came into the region, when the colonists came in their wake, and a city that reflected both native and Greek cultures began to take shape around her. As a child, she remembered the colonists calling her and her people ‘Indoi’ or ‘Indican.’ To her and her fell Indians, the newcomers were the ‘Yona.’

She felt there were some negatives to their presence, and some positives. They could be a tad snobbish in some situations and she didn’t think their food was too spectacular. On the other hand, they acknowledged that her people were far from savages and even took cues from native architecture to protect from the rough weather.

The arrival of her new master was definitely a positive. She had never heard of the creature before it ensnared her mind, but Pavarti knew it as a Satyr, a devotee of the Greek god of wine and revelry. Its gaze subdued her mind, and its throbbing member expunged the last of her resistance. Parvati knew on some level that she was now ruined for human men. No man, Indian or Greek, could ever satisfy her.

After she was under its spell, she could understand every word it said to her. It followed in the wake of the colonists, seeking a new hunting ground for it and its kind. To their glee, the women of the former Persian empire and now the Indian territories had no idea what the Satyrs even were, and put up next to no fight when the Satyrs took them under their sway.

As was Pavarti. And she had every intention of allowing the Satyr to use her to claim more of the Indian women of the city.

Description

Note: this story takes place in an alternate timeline in which Alexander the Great lived long enough to consolidate his empire.

Pavarti was not born in the city that became known as ‘Alexandria on the Indus.’ She vaguely remembered when Alexander’s armies came into the region, when the colonists came in their wake, and a city that reflected both native and Greek cultures began to take shape around her. As a child, she remembered the colonists calling her and her people ‘Indoi’ or ‘Indican.’ To her and her fell Indians, the newcomers were the ‘Yona.’

She felt there were some negatives to their presence, and some positives. They could be a tad snobbish in some situations and she didn’t think their food was too spectacular. On the other hand, they acknowledged that her people were far from savages and even took cues from native architecture to protect from the rough weather.

The arrival of her new master was definitely a positive. She had never heard of the creature before it ensnared her mind, but Pavarti knew it as a Satyr, a devotee of the Greek god of wine and revelry. Its gaze subdued her mind, and its throbbing member expunged the last of her resistance. Parvati knew on some level that she was now ruined for human men. No man, Indian or Greek, could ever satisfy her.

After she was under its spell, she could understand every word it said to her. It followed in the wake of the colonists, seeking a new hunting ground for it and its kind. To their glee, the women of the former Persian empire and now the Indian territories had no idea what the Satyrs even were, and put up next to no fight when the Satyrs took them under their sway.

As was Pavarti. And she had every intention of allowing the Satyr to use her to claim more of the Indian women of the city.