Taryn is the son of the High King of the Empire of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the acknowledge humanity, inhabited by many different mintage of beings, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, granddad, and peachy grandad have worked long and concentrated unite and expand the imperium after a farseeing era of chaos and strife, to smashing success. The mass expand and get laid their male monarch, no war exist within the imperium, and border are peaceful and stalls. The King is loved, capable, and in swell physical health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his days adventuring, riding horse, chasing girls and reading books, all in the servicing of learning about his succeeding dominion. He is tall, handsome, with golden pilus and blue eyes, a broad chest and muscular shape. When he turns 18, he is called Forth by the King. In the pursuit of alien policy and public image, the king has deemed it clock time for Taryn to venture to the horse opera borders of the conglomerate. There, a thick and old timber forms a natural divide between the fair and openhanded solid ground of XXX, and the unknown Westlands. To further understanding of the world beyond the boundary line, a mission will be sent to explore the afforest and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a small contingent of soldiers as a scouting political party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not kip any more, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his regular, princely clothes, with the recognizable royal colors and emblazoned with the royal 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 sticker in his whack, got his satchel, and opened the room access quietly. He looked around and noticed that the lowly village near the edge of the woods where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really explore this field, he could not be surrounded by safety device and diplomat, so he might as well sneak out for a first exploring trip right now. Instead of going down the stairs leading to the chief hall of the wooden house, he turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He went down the spine stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the vertebral column door. After one cobbler's last look back at the hamlet, which was still sleeping, he made for the border of the woods, set up to see what these furious country have to offer..

While there was no wall or trench here, it was pass what the border was : the tree line was stark and clear, as though kept up by gardener. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mysteries surround these woods, there border being one of them. There was no path, but multitude in the village rundle of a river, somewhat deeper in the timberland. If he could follow this river, he would, at some point, arrive at a lookout detail at the foot of the mickle in the West. Listening closely for any audio of water, and looking around carefully to retrieve well-nigh of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the wood. The leafage nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a constant near-dusk, and tangles of branches, leave-taking, and underwood made walking and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the wood. He had walked for what felt like a few hr when he decided to charter a quietus. His guard duty would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the Greenwich Village, most likely thinking he was with some fair maiden over of the village. He was not too worried and stood up after a few minutes, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the trees were slurred and more grow over than he had ever seen before, and he saw plants he never heard or read of in his liveliness. In addition to the audio of unusual boo or critters in the distance, 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 tongue and soon stood fount to brass with an orc. He had known somewhat civilized orcs in the city, and heard of many other tribe spread all around the conglomerate and beyond. The orc was as tall as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with long, knock-down arms dangling alongside him. His case was a dark greyish people of color, his dentition looked mingy and his dark centre looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his dagger and declared he came in peace and meant him no scathe. Right as he finished, he felt two arms grab him around his arm and neck while the orc in social movement of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was knack over a fallen tree with his hands tied behind his vertebral column and his feet tied to the stump.

The orcs stripped him raw and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to intercept and threatened to add the regular army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in front man of him slapped his face. He lowered his pant and pulled out his semi hard dick. It was the same vividness as the residual of his cutis and looked roughly like that of a human, but enceinte. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his sassing. Taryn turned his grimace away and closed his eyes, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his dick 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 get down to lick his ass. The sensation was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to tail the most beautiful charwoman. Now he was bent over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the with child, grizzly phallus push button further inside his mouth, making him gag again and again, while the early orc tongued his ass and stood up. Taryn knew what was next.

He screamed for them to block up, to please throw mercy and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a punishing slap on his ass and gagged on the hard putz in his mouth, which started to move in and out at a steady pace. The secondment orc cock found his asshole, wet but still a Virgo the Virgin, and started to crusade against his wet sphincter muscle. He felt another smack on his ass, and another one, before another deep button. His ass stretched as the head slid in with the expectoration as lubrication, but as the orc went deep with each cam stroke, it soon began to stretch beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous matter penetrated his virgin shit, stretching it inch by inch. To establish matters worse, the quite a little of his dickhead being destroyed made the other orc even hornier, so he grabbed the princes hairsbreadth with one hand and his own pecker with the former. Taryn 's scream was cut brusque as the orc slammed his dick into his throat and started fucking his face.

He felt inviolable manpower with precipitous nails all over his soundbox as he was fucked in both his trap, they spanked him, squeezed his mammilla, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The pain sensation in his ass numbed after a while and he had to metre his ventilation with the facefucking to stay conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his hips and increased his pacing, eliciting a groan from Taryn. The cerebrovascular accident became deep and quick, and after a few seconds the long, stocky prick exploded with cum. Hot, thick wafture of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the fuck continued for a few more strokes. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn 's now stretched and violated SOB, 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 Dubyuh. As they came closer, Taryn saw something that made him shudder.

He tried to disengage himself again, only to be restrained by the two naked orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps : a large, dark centaur with black manes and tan skin, with a cicatrice across his pectus. Taryn had read about centaurs and their tribal club a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his travels, but not this way. He could only gasp at the enormous gymnastic horse cock swinging beneath the centaurs hind legs as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his foresighted, warm 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 knight peter start to thump at his shit, still gaping and wet from his violent anal retentive rape just a few minutes ago. The centaur bucked a few times, missing the mark each fourth dimension, but finally found its goal. The blaze up tip stretched the gaping asshole open even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The cavalry cock pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and rich, 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 digest.

The centaur 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 think of what was happening. A few strokes in his ass started to get used to the pain as it stretched out even further, when the horse hammer was pushed in almost to the testicle and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the putz in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every net bit of delight he could, pumping warhead of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fulfil up his ass, warm strings trench inside him and streaming along the gymnastic horse turncock out and dripping out of him. The centaur started pulling back, still cumming, as Taryn felt his ass relax with every column inch that slid from his behind. Instead of a painful, intense stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The fundament long, wet, still set up penis fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping further 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 vicious fucking he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...