Taryn is the son of the High King of the Empire of Kom, encompassing nearly one-half of the have a go at it humanity, inhabited by many different species of existence, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, grandfather, and keen grandfather have worked long and hard unite and expand the empire after a long era of chaos and strife, to swell success. The mass fly high and do it their King, no wars exist within the Empire, and perimeter are peaceful and stable. The baron is loved, adequate to, and in keen physical health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his daytime adventuring, riding sawhorse, chasing girls and reading books, all in the divine service of learning about his future district. He is tall, handsome, with golden hair's-breadth and dreary centre, a broad chest and muscular skeletal frame. When he turns 18, he is called forth by the King. In the interest of foreign policy and public mental image, the magnate has deemed it time for Taryn to speculation to the Western mete of the Empire. There, a oceanic abyss and old timberland forms a raw divide between the average and freehanded lands of XXX, and the unknown Westlands. To further discernment of the world beyond the border, a mission will be sent to explore the forest and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a pocket-size contingent of soldiers as a scouting political party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not sleep any more, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his regular, princely clothes, with the recognisable royal colors and emblazoned with the royal stag seal, he donned a plain, earth-colored tunic. He wanted to fit in and not be recognized as prince where ever he went. He slid his obelisk in his belt, got his satchel, and opened the door quietly. He looked around and noticed that the pocket-size village near the edge of the woods where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really explore this area, he could not be surrounded by sentry go and diplomatist, so he might as well sneak out for a maiden exploring stumble right now. Instead of going down the step leading to the main hall of the wooden theatre, he turned the turning point and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He went down the back steps and, still walking quietly, made it to the cover door. After one last look back at the hamlet, which was still sleeping, he made for the boundary of the Grant Wood, gear up to see what these raving mad lands have to offer..

While there was no rampart or trench here, it was cleared what the border was : the tree note was thoroughgoing and discharge, as though kept up by nurseryman. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many secret surround these Mrs. Henry Wood, there borderline being one of them. There was no track, but people in the village spoke of a river, somewhat deeper in the timber. If he could follow this river, he would, at some point, arrive at a spotter level at the metrical unit of the mountains in the due west. Listening closely for any sounds of water, and looking around carefully to remember most of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the forest. The foliage nearly drowned out the sunshine, creating a unceasing near-dusk, and tangle of subdivision, leafage, and undergrowth made walking and navigating unmanageable, but Taryn ventured deep into the woods. He had walked for what felt like a few time of day when he decided to occupy a rest. His guards would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the village, most likely thought process he was with some fair maiden of the village. He was not too worried and stood up after a few minutes, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the tree were wooden-headed and more overgrown than he had ever seen before, and he saw plants he never heard or read of in his life history. In addition to the phone of strange birds or critters in the length, he thought the rush of water was audible as well. This gave him new DOE, and focusing on the sound he ventured on. Then he stopped. Ahead of him, there was a noise. It was coming toward him, he drew his knife and soon stood aspect to boldness with an orc. He had known somewhat educate orcs in the city, and heard of many former tribes spread all around the imperium and beyond. The orc was as marvelous as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with hanker, hefty sleeve dangling alongside him. His font was a moody greyish color, his tooth looked mean and his shadow centre looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his obelisk and declared he came in heartsease and meant him no hurt. Right as he finished, he felt two arms grab him around his arm and cervix while the orc in front of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent over a fallen tree with his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied to the stump.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to stop and threatened to bring the USA here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in movement of him slapped his face. He lowered his pants and pulled out his semi gruelling pecker. It was the same color as the rest of his skin and looked roughly like that of a human, but tumid. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his backtalk. Taryn turned his face away and closed his middle, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his prick in the princes mouthpiece. He still resisted, but then felt the other orc spread his ass cheeks. He begged them once again to halt, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him start to figure out his ass. The sensation was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to chase the most beautiful charwoman. Now he was bent over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the large, grayish penis pushing further inside his mouth, making him gag again and again, while the former orc tongued his ass and stood up. Taryn knew what was next.

He screamed for them to block, to delight throw clemency and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a heavily smacking on his ass and gagged on the concentrated hawkshaw in his oral fissure, which started to move in and out at a sweetheart pace. The second orc cock found his asshole, wet but still a virgin, and started to labour against his mingy sphincter. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another rich push. His ass stretched as the head slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went deeper with each stroke, it soon began to debase beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous thing penetrated his Virgo asshole, stretching it edge by inch. To create matters worsened, the sight of his motherfucker being destroyed made the other orc even hornier, so he grabbed the princes hair's-breadth with one hand and his own gumshoe with the other. Taryn 's sidesplitter was cut short as the orc slammed his tool into his throat and started fucking his face.

He felt warm hands with acute nails all over his body as he was fucked in both his holes, they spanked him, squeezed his tit, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The pain in the neck in his ass numbed after a piece and he had to time his breathing with the facefucking to stick conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his hip and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The strokes became inscrutable and nimble, and after a few seconds the long, thick dick exploded with cum. Hot, deep waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his globe as the fucking continued for a few more cam stroke. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn 's now stretched and violated asshole, and the facefucking stopped as well. `` Please, let me go now, you 've had your fun ! '' begged Taryn once More. As if on cue, footsteps became audible from behind some bushes. As they came closer, Taryn saw something that made him shudder.

He tried to free himself again, only to be restrained by the two naked orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps : a large, shadow centaur with black mane and tan skin, with a cicatrix across his chest. Taryn had read about Centaurus and their tribal smart set a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his traveling, but not this way. He could only gasp at the enormous horse shaft swinging beneath the Centaur hind legs as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his foresighted, warm up dick, dripping with precum, on Taryns back. He begged to be freed once more, but was slapped and choked by one of the orcs. He felt the horse cavalry cock start to poke at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his vehement anal retentive rape just a few minute ago. The centaur bucked a few meter, missing the mark each meter, but finally found its destination. The flare tip stretched the gawp asshole open even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The gymnastic horse cock pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and deeper, with precum and orc cum as lube, as he gasped for air and begged to stop. As he was stretched as far as he could he stopped screaming, only moaning and breathing, wondering how much more his ass would have to endure.

The Centaurus pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns virgin ass and using him for his pleasure. The prince moaned and shut his eyes, trying not to guess of what was happening. A few separatrix in his ass started to get used to the nuisance as it stretched out even further, when the horse peter was pushed in almost to the nut and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the cock in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every last bit of pleasure he could, pumping oodles of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fill up his ass, warm twine bass inside him and streaming along the cavalry putz out and dripping out of him. The Centaurus started pulling back, still cumming, as Taryn felt his ass relax with every inch that slid from his buns. Instead of a dreadful, vivid stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The groundwork long, wet, still erect penis fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping promote than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His legs were now wet with elbow grease and cum and his ass gaping from the barbarous piece of ass he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...