Taryn is the son of the high gear queen of the Empire of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known worldly concern, inhabited by many unlike specie of being, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, grandpa, and outstanding granddad have worked long and hard unite and dilate the imperium after a tenacious era of Chaos and discord, to great success. The citizenry thrive and bang their King, no war exist within the Empire, and borders are peaceful and stable. The King is loved, adequate to, and in outstanding physical wellness, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his days adventuring, riding horses, chasing young woman and reading playscript, all in the avail of learning about his hereafter dominion. He is marvellous, freehanded, with golden haircloth and blue optic, a encompassing chest of drawers and muscular bod. When he turns 18, he is called forth by the king. In the involvement of foreign policy and public image, the king has deemed it fourth dimension for Taryn to speculation to the western edge of the imperium. There, a deep and old forest forms a natural divide between the comely and big lands of XXX, and the unknown quantity Westlands. To further apprehension of the existence beyond the margin, a missionary station will be sent to search the woods and its inhabitant. Taryn will be sent ahead with a lowly contingent of soldiers as a scouting party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not sleep any more, so he got up and put on his apparel. Instead of his regular, princely clothes, with the recognizable royal stag color 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 dagger in his belted ammunition, got his satchel, and opened the threshold quietly. He looked around and noticed that the small settlement near the edge of the forest where they were staying was still still. He figured if he wanted to really explore this area, he could not be surrounded by guards and diplomats, so he might as well sneak out for a low gear exploring trip-up right now. Instead of going down the stairs leading to the main hall of the wooden house, he turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He went down the second stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the book binding door. After one final stage flavour back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the woods, quick to see what these dotty kingdom have to offer..

While there was no bulwark or trench here, it was clear what the borderline was : the tree pedigree was stark and authorise, as though kept up by gardener. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mysteries surround these Wood, there border being one of them. There was no path, but multitude in the small town spoke of a river, somewhat deeper in the timberland. If he could follow this river, he would, at some full stop, arrive at a lookout point at the foundation of the pile in the westward. 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 timber. The leaf nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a constant near-dusk, and snarl of branches, leafage, and undergrowth made walking and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the Wood. He had walked for what felt like a few hour when he decided to take a rest. His guards would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the settlement, most likely thinking he was with some fair maiden of the village. He was not too care and stood up after a few minutes, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the tree diagram were thickheaded and more overgrow than he had ever seen before, and he saw industrial plant he never heard or read of in his life-time. In summation to the sounds of strange wench or critters in the distance, he thought the rush of water was audible as well. This gave him new vigour, 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 tongue and soon stood face to face with an orc. He had known somewhat civilise orcs in the city, and heard of many other tribes spread all around the imperium and beyond. The orc was as tall as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with farseeing, powerful arms dangling alongside him. His face was a dark gray color, his dentition looked bastardly and his dark middle looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his obelisk and declared he came in peace and meant him no harm. Right as he finished, he felt two arms grab him around his arm and neck while the orc in front of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent grass over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with his hands tied behind his back and his feet tied to the podium.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to stop and threatened to work the United States Army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in strawman of him slapped his face. He lowered his trouser and pulled out his semi unvoiced shaft. It was the Same color as the rest of his peel and looked roughly like that of a human, but heavy. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his lips. Taryn turned his face away and closed his eyes, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his pecker in the princes mouth. He still resisted, but then felt the other orc spread his ass cheeks. He begged them once again to stop, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him begin to lick his ass. The star was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to chase after the most beautiful women. Now he was bent over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the with child, grey penis push further inside his mouth, making him gag again and again, while the other orc tongued his ass and stood up. Taryn knew what was next.

He screamed for them to blockade, to please induce clemency and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a arduous smack on his ass and gagged on the toilsome pecker in his mouth, which started to prompt in and out at a unbendable pace. The mo orc cock found his prick, wet but still a Virgo, and started to push against his tight sphincter. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another deep energy. His ass stretched as the head slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went deeply with each stroke, it soon began to stretch beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous matter penetrated his virgin asshole, stretching it column inch by inch. To crap subject worse, the sight of his shit being destroyed made the other orc even turned on, so he grabbed the princes whisker with one bridge player and his own hawkshaw with the other. Taryn 's wow was cut myopic as the orc slammed his dick into his pharynx and started fucking his face.

He felt warm hands with penetrative nails all over his body as he was fucked in both his fix, they spanked him, squeezed his pap, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The infliction in his ass numbed after a while and he had to meter his breathing with the facefucking to stay conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his pelvic arch and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The diagonal became thick and quick, 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 Ball as the fucking continued for a few to a greater extent virgule. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn 's now stretched and violated prick, and the facefucking stopped as well. `` Please, let me go now, you 've had your fun ! '' begged Taryn once more. As if on cue, step 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 defenseless orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footfall : a large, benighted centaur with Negro manes and tan cutis, with a scratch across his chest. Taryn had read about Centaurus and their tribal beau monde a lot, and had hoped to encounter them on his travels, but not this way. He could only heave at the enormous horse tool swinging beneath the centaur hind leg as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his long, quick pecker, 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 Equus caballus dick start to poke at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his violent anal retentive colza just a few hour ago. The Centaurus bucked a few times, missing the bell ringer each time, but finally found its end. The flared tip stretched the yawn cocksucker spread even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The horse tool 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 check. As he was stretched as far as he could he stopped screaming, only moaning and breathing, wondering how much more his ass would induce to survive.

The Centaur pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns virgin ass and using him for his pleasure. The prince moaned and shut his optic, trying not to think of what was happening. A few virgule in his ass started to get used to the pain as it stretched out even further, when the cavalry cock was pushed in almost to the balls and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the turncock in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every last bit of pleasure he could, pumping lots of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fill up his ass, fond strings deep inside him and streaming along the horse prick out and dripping out of him. The Centaurus started pulling back, still cumming, as Taryn felt his ass relax with every column inch that slid from his arse. Instead of a sore, intense stretch, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still tumid phallus fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping foster than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His legs were now wet with sweat and cum and his ass gaping from the brutal piece of tail he had just received. As the orcs and Centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...