Chosen by Chance
Copyright© 2025 by Vasantrutu
Chapter 44
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 44 - This story follows a young man who spent 19 years immersed in fantasy novels, always wondering what would happen if advanced technology were introduced into a magical world. On his nineteenth birthday, he tragically dies in an accident—only to be reincarnated into a realm filled with magic, dungeons, and beasts. Join him on his journey as he carves his own path, overcomes challenges, and shapes his destiny in this extraordinary new world. Stay tuned for his adventures and triumphs!
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Rape Slavery Lesbian CrossDressing Hermaphrodite Shemale TransGender Farming Futanari High Fantasy Military Restart War Magic BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture PonyGirl Harem Lactation Public Sex Nudism Royalty Transformation Violence
“Now, shall we adjourn to the chambers? You have to choose a concubine for tonight and welcome her into the household.”
I groaned loudly, earning a knowing look from Cassie. I rubbed my temples and muttered, “No rest for me, I see.”
Cassie smacked the back of my head lightly. “Stop whining, my prince,” she said, grabbing me by the ear and dragging me toward the corridor. Behind us, the sound of laughter echoed.
When we reached my chambers, I found a girl seated gracefully on my bed, her legs folded neatly beneath her. She was chatting with Lina and Mira, their laughter quieting the moment I entered. All three turned their eyes to me at once.
“Oh, it’s Asher,” Lina said, smiling mischievously. “Well, it’s time for us to go.”
“And why,” I asked, raising a brow, “would you have to leave? You’re welcome to stay.”
Lina chuckled, already walking to the door. “Nope. Not happening. Tonight is the night for you to claim Ceryn Valea. You won’t get any help from us.”
I groaned again but nodded in surrender. “Fine,” I said, though the grin tugging at my lips betrayed my nerves.
Once the others left, the chamber fell into a soft, heavy silence. Ceryn stood, her movements elegant, her eyes calm but uncertain. The phoenix-feather cloak I wore fluttered slightly as I approached her.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” I said quietly. “You’re not here to be owned—you’re here to belong.”
Her expression softened, and when her fingers brushed mine, something inside me eased. That night was not merely one of passion—it was one of connection. The flickering candlelight painted her skin in gold and shadow, her whispers filled the silence, and for the first time in many days, my mind found peace.
When the night finally surrendered to dawn, Ceryn slept with her head resting on my chest, and I found myself smiling. For the first time since the banquet, I felt whole again.
At eight bells in the morning, a Comfort girl quietly slipped into the bed to take my place, allowing me to ease out without waking Ceryn. I completed my morning rituals—milk, bath, grooming—until I felt fully presentable. Then I slipped out through the back passageway leading into my domain, the establishment built from the unity of humans and beasts.
As usual, I made my way to the tavern. The morning air was crisp, filled with the soft hum of activity as both humans and beastfolk began their day. I settled into my usual corner seat, and within moments, a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of eggs and bacon were placed before me. The comforting aroma grounded me as I dug in, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
But peace lasted only a few minutes.
The tavern door swung open, and two familiar figures stepped inside. My eyes widened in genuine surprise—Angela, my pirate lover and concubine, had walked in with my newly acquired artifact maker.
Only then did it hit me.
I had never asked for the poor man’s name.
I raised my hand and called out, “Angela!”
She spotted me immediately, nudged the man beside her, and guided him toward my table.
I leaned back, crossing my arms. “So ... how did you two meet?”
Angela grinned like she had been waiting for that exact question.
“I was asking around about artifact makers. A guard told me you had one of your own. His name is Nitin. I was curious about the process behind his work, so I invited him over.”
I turned to the artifact maker. “Hello, Nitin. I’m sorry for not asking your name the other day.”
He bowed slightly. “No problem, my prince. You have many things happening at the moment—forgetting a name is the smallest of issues.”
I nodded. Fair point.
Then, smirking, I added, “So tell me, for what reason has my headache of a concubine summoned you here?”
I didn’t even finish the sentence before SMACK.
Angela slapped the back of my head.