Chosen by Chance
Copyright© 2025 by Vasantrutu
Chapter 45
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 45 - 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
{this chapter may feel off. Because I have restarted writing my story so I am straightly jumping to a day before wedding }
I had no idea how many days had passed since I had secluded myself and welcomed my ten concubines into the family. The days had blurred together into a haze of introductions, celebrations, and endless attention.
When I finally emerged from my chambers, I felt as though I had survived a battle.
Somehow, by instinct alone, I managed to make my way toward the tavern within my domain. After finishing a hearty breakfast, I settled into a chair and slowly nursed a cup of coffee, enjoying the rare moment of peace.
That peace lasted only a few minutes.
The tavern door opened, and Angela strode inside, followed by the commanders of my army. As I watched them enter, I noticed something unusual.
The tavern had changed.
The numerous small tables that once filled the room were gone. In their place stood a massive oval table occupying the center of the hall, surrounded by sturdy chairs. The design looked strangely familiar, reminding me of the conference rooms back on Earth.
Angela noticed my expression and smirked knowingly before taking the seat beside me.
One by one, the commanders entered and claimed their places around the table.
Veydrak Stormfang.
Ravrik Fenrir.
Vaelis Sylvaris.
Gorthak Ironhorn.
Thorn Stormhoof.
Soon after came my advisors, followed by Lady Ignis and Cassie. To my surprise, even Nitin, my artifact maker, arrived and took a seat. My future adventuring companions entered shortly afterward, greeting one another as though this arrangement had existed for months.
I slowly looked around the room.
Everyone seemed to know exactly where they were supposed to sit.
No confusion.
No hesitation.
As if their positions had already been decided.
Before I could ask, servers emerged from the kitchen carrying trays loaded with food and drinks. Without taking a single order, they began placing breakfast in front of everyone.
I raised an eyebrow.
Clearly, something had been happening while I had been unavailable.
My gaze shifted from Cassie to Angela.
“When did the tavern become so huge?” I asked.
Angela chuckled while Cassie rolled her eyes.
“It’s not a tavern anymore,” Angela replied.
I looked around once more.
The expanded hall.
The organized seating.
The steady flow of food.
The gathering of officers, advisors, craftsmen, and future leaders.
Then Angela finished her sentence.
“It’s an Officers’ Lounge now.”
The room suddenly made much more sense.
I leaned back in my chair and sighed.
“Of course it is.”
The grin on Angela’s face widened.
“While you were busy enjoying your time with your concubines, the rest of us were busy turning your domain into a functioning nation.”
I nodded and began paying attention to the discussion around the table. To my surprise, nobody was talking about war, training, or beast management.
Instead, they were discussing noble families, guest accommodations, ceremonial routes, and parade formations.
Who would march first.
Which division would be displayed.
Where foreign guests would be seated.
Which noble houses would escort the bridal procession.
What beasts would be showcased and in what order.
The more I listened, the more confused I became.
So I did the only sensible thing—I started asking questions.
Every few minutes I interrupted the conversation with another question, and to their credit, they answered each one patiently. It felt as though an entire world had continued moving while I had been locked away in my chambers.
Throughout breakfast, however, one particular issue kept resurfacing.
The commanders repeatedly reminded me that several military sections still lacked appointed commanders.
Every time the topic appeared, I gave the same answer.
“I’ll handle it today.”
They would nod.
Five minutes later, someone else would remind me again.
“I know. I’ll handle it today.”
Another five minutes would pass.
“My prince, the commander positions—”
“I said I’ll handle it today!”
The table erupted into laughter while I buried my face in my hands.
Eventually breakfast ended, and everyone rose from their seats.
We left the Officers’ Lounge and began strolling through the domain.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but admire the changes.
The domain had been transformed.
The rough roads I remembered had become proper streets. Trees and flower beds had been incorporated into the landscape, giving the settlement a welcoming appearance. Buildings had been expanded, renovated, or entirely rebuilt. Workshops bustled with activity, while citizens and beastfolk alike moved through the streets with purpose.
For the first time, it truly felt less like a settlement and more like a thriving city.
I found myself smiling.
They had done an incredible job.
The commanders led me deeper into the domain until we stopped in front of a large building that I did not recognize at all.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” Angela replied with a grin.
The moment we stepped inside, I understood why everyone looked so pleased with themselves.
The interior was enormous.
Maps decorated the walls. Banners bearing the insignias of various divisions hung from polished pillars. Large tables occupied the center of the chamber, while shelves filled with documents and reports lined the far wall.
And standing near the largest table was a familiar figure.
For the first time in what felt like ages, I saw Brakthar.
The four-armed Gorrhul stood silently, all four hands resting on the edge of a massive table. His eyes were fixed on a detailed miniature map of the continent.
He was studying it with remarkable concentration.
“Hey, Brakthar,” I called out. “How are you, my brother?”
He immediately turned toward me.
A wide smile spread across his face.
Without hesitation, he strode over and wrapped all four arms around me in a crushing embrace.
I laughed and returned the hug.
“It is good to see you too.”
Brakthar released me and nodded.
“Nice to meet you again, Asher. Good to see bonded safe.”
His expression became serious as he gestured toward the room.
“Welcome to Meeting Hall.”
I looked around once more.
“So this is the Meeting Hall now?”
Brakthar nodded proudly.
“Meeting Hall. Commanders work. Advisors work. Everyone work.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Then his face became stern.
“There are decisions waiting.”
“Decisions?” I asked.
Brakthar pointed toward the miniature continent.
“Tomorrow wedding.”
Then he pointed at several markers positioned across the map.
“Many things unfinished.”
I glanced at the commanders.
Every single one of them suddenly became very interested in anything other than making eye contact with me.
That was never a good sign.
I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes.
“What decisions are pending?”
The room immediately became quiet.
And somehow, I got the feeling that my peaceful morning was officially over.
“Commanders and beasts.”
I blinked and looked at Brakthar in confusion.
“What do you mean, Brakthar?”
Brakthar pointed toward the large map table occupying the center of the meeting hall.
“We have five commanders. Need seven more.”
Before I could ask another question, he pointed toward the first figure.
“Commander Veydrak Stormfang. Leader of the Dragonborn Sword Masters.”
Veydrak rose from his chair and gave me a respectful nod. He then took a seat at one side of the table and motioned for me to sit as well.
Brakthar continued.
“Commander Ravrik Fenrir. Leader of Werewolf Hunters and Trackers.”
Ravrik inclined his head toward me before taking his designated seat.
“Commander Vaelis Sylvaris. Leader of Elven Archers.”
Vaelis offered a graceful bow and sat down.
“Commander Gorthak Ironhorn. Leader of Minotaur Axemen.”
The massive minotaur thumped a fist against his chest before lowering himself into a reinforced chair.
“Commander Thorn Stormhoof. Leader of Centaur Lancers.”
Thorn nodded respectfully and moved to his place around the table.
Brakthar then pointed toward Darius.
“Lord Commander Darius Valen. Leader of the Army.”
Darius stepped forward, bowed formally, and took the seat positioned nearest to mine.
I looked around the table.
Five commanders.
One Lord Commander.
All seated in their assigned places.
The room suddenly felt much more official than the tavern breakfast had.
Brakthar folded his arms across his chest.
“Seven empty commander posts.”
He then pointed accusingly at the gathered officers.
“These old fools say wait for Asher.”
Several commanders immediately protested.
“We did not say it like that!”
“That’s not what happened.”
“You make it sound worse than it is.”
Brakthar ignored them entirely.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Then Darius rose from his seat and addressed me properly.
“Brakthar is correct, Asher. The positions have been discussed extensively, but none of us wished to finalize appointments without your approval.”
I rubbed my temples.
“So all of you have already chosen candidates and simply waited for me to show up?”
Several people suddenly found the map fascinating.
Others looked away.
Angela started whistling innocently.
Cassie didn’t even try to hide her amusement.
I stared at them for a few moments before shaking my head in disbelief.
“You know, for people who constantly complain that I make decisions without consulting anyone, you all seem remarkably comfortable making decisions without consulting me.”
The room erupted into laughter.
Darius cleared his throat.
“In our defense, you disappeared for several days.”
“That’s because all of you practically forced ten concubines into my household!”
This time the laughter became even louder.
Even Brakthar was grinning.
After allowing the room to settle, Darius placed several folders in front of me.
“Regardless, these positions need to be filled before tomorrow’s wedding.”
I looked down at the folders.
Nymph Support Corps.
Human Scout Corps.
Human Shield Corps.
Human Siege Corps.
Fortress Support Corps.
Messenger Corps.
Assassin Corps.
Seven divisions.
Seven commanders.
Seven decisions.
I sighed deeply.
My peaceful morning had officially become a working day.
“Fine,” I said, opening the first folder. “Let’s see who you’ve all been trying to sneak past me.”
I opened the first folder and pretended to study it carefully.
The room became silent.
Everyone watched me with serious expressions.
I flipped the page.
Then another.
Then another.
Occasionally I hummed thoughtfully.
A few moments later I placed the folder down and opened the second one.
The silence continued.
By the time I reached the fifth folder, Angela was trying very hard not to laugh.
Cassie simply rolled her eyes.
Finally, after opening all seven folders and spending nearly half a bell pretending to analyze them, I leaned back in my chair.
“Excellent choices.”
The entire room groaned.
Darius buried his face in his hands.
“You didn’t read a single report, did you?”
“I absolutely did.”
“Asher.”
“I looked at the names.”
The room erupted into laughter.
I raised both hands.
“Fine, fine. We all know you’ve already selected the best candidates. Let us make it official.”
Darius immediately straightened and produced a parchment.
I pointed at the first name.
“For the Nymph Support Corps, I appoint Lady Sylena Dewbloom.”
A graceful nymph stood and bowed deeply.
She had already been seated among the officers.
Nobody looked surprised.
I pointed at the second profile.
“For the Human Scout Corps, Commander Kael Thornridge.”
A lean human man with sharp eyes rose from his seat and saluted.
Next came the third.
“For the Human Shield Corps, Commander Garron Steelhart.”
A broad-shouldered veteran stood proudly.
The fourth profile followed.
“For the Human Siege Corps, Commander Tiber Voss.”
A middle-aged engineer immediately began scribbling notes despite having just received the promotion.
The fifth.
“For the Fortress Support Corps, Commander Elara Stonewell.”