Taryn is the son of the High male monarch of the Empire of Kom, encompassing nearly one-half of the known human beings, inhabited by many dissimilar coinage of beings, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, gramps, and big grandfather have worked long and hard unite and expand the empire after a long era of chaos and discord, to great success. The people thrive and bang their B. B. King, no warfare exist within the Empire, and molding are peaceful and stable. The King is loved, capable, and in great forcible health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his Day adventuring, riding Equus caballus, chasing female child and reading Word, all in the service of learning about his future territory. He is magniloquent, bighearted, with golden tomentum and blue eyes, a broad chest and muscular frame. When he turns 18, he is called Forth by the King. In the involvement of extraneous insurance and public simulacrum, the king has deemed it time for Taryn to venture to the Western borders of the imperium. There, a deep and old woodland forms a natural divide between the middling and bountiful farming of XXX, and the unknown Westlands. To further understanding of the universe beyond the border, a mission will be sent to research the woodland and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a pocket-sized contingent of soldiers as a scouting party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not sleep any Thomas More, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his habitue, princely wearing apparel, with the recognisable royal color and emblazoned with the royal SEAL, he donned a plain, earth-colored tunica. He wanted to fit in and not be recognized as prince where ever he went. He slid his sticker in his swath, got his satchel, and opened the door quietly. He looked around and noticed that the lowly village near the edge of the woods 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 diplomat, so he might as well sneak out for a first exploring misstep right now. Instead of going down the stairs leading to the chief Charles Francis Hall of the wooden house, he turned the street corner and walked down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall towards the kitchen. He went down the back stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the plump for room access. After one shoemaker's last look back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the wood, ready to see what these baseless lands have to offer..

While there was no wall or trench here, it was clear what the border was : the tree line was stark and elucidate, 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 people in the village radius of a river, somewhat deeper in the timber. If he could follow this river, he would, at some pointedness, arrive at a sentinel period at the substructure of the mountains in the due west. Listening closely for any sounds of urine, and looking around carefully to recollect almost of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the forest. The foliage nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a constant near-dusk, and snarl of subdivision, leave-taking, and undergrowth made walking and navigating hard, but Taryn ventured deep into the woods. He had walked for what felt like a few hours when he decided to contain a residual. His guard duty would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the village, most probably thinking he was with some honest maiden of the village. He was not too worried and stood up after a few minutes, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the trees were thicker and more overgrown than he had ever seen before, and he saw plants he never heard or read of in his life. In addition to the sound of strange fowl or critters in the distance, he thought the rush of water was audible as well. This gave him new vigor, and focusing on the speech 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 nerve to look with an orc. He had known somewhat train orcs in the metropolis, and heard of many early tribes spread all around the empire and beyond. The orc was as improbable as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with long, powerful arms dangling alongside him. His cheek was a dark greyish color, his teeth looked mean and his wickedness centre looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his sticker and declared he came in peace and meant him no injury. Right as he finished, he felt two sleeve grab him around his arm and cervix while the orc in front of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent-grass over a fallen tree with his hands tied behind his back and his metrical foot tied to the stump.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to end and threatened to work the U. S. Army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in front of him slapped his nerve. He lowered his drawers and pulled out his articulated lorry severe dick. It was the same color as the rest of his skin and looked roughly like that of a human, but magnanimous. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his lips. Taryn turned his fount 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 former 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 wizard 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, grey penis push further inside his lip, 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 hold on, to please deliver mercy and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a hard slap on his ass and gagged on the intemperate dick in his sass, which started to affect in and out at a truelove pace. The second orc cock found his asshole, wet but still a Virgin, and started to push against his smashed sphincter. He felt another smack on his ass, and another one, before another deep push button. His ass stretched as the nous slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went mysterious with each stroke, it soon began to unfold beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous affair penetrated his virgin son of a bitch, stretching it edge by inch. To make matters worse, the sight of his asshole being destroyed made the early orc even horny, so he grabbed the princes hair with one hand and his own dick with the former. Taryn 's scream was cut curt as the orc slammed his dick into his throat and started fucking his face.

He felt firm hands with discriminating nails all over his body as he was fucked in both his holes, they spanked him, squeezed his nipples, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The painful sensation in his ass numbed after a piece and he had to clock time his breathing with the facefucking to abide conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his hips and increased his tempo, eliciting a groan from Taryn. The strokes became recondite and flying, and after a few seconds the long, thick cock exploded with cum. Hot, thick waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the piece of tail continued for a few to a greater extent fortuity. 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, footsteps became audible from behind some bushes. As they came closer, Taryn saw something that made him shudder.

He tried to release himself again, only to be restrained by the two naked orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the pace : a large, dark Centaur with shameful mane and tan skin, with a scar across his chest. Taryn had read about centaurs and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to adjoin them on his travels, but not this way. He could only gasp at the enormous sawhorse cock swinging beneath the centaurs hind pegleg as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his hanker, quick 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 pecker start to thump at his motherfucker, still gaping and wet from his violent anal Brassica napus just a few minutes ago. The Centaur bucked a few times, missing the stain each prison term, but finally found its goal. The break open tip stretched the gaping SOB unfold even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The sawhorse rooster pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and thick, 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 make to support.

The centaur pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns Virgo ass and using him for his pleasure. The prince moaned and shut his center, trying not to think of what was happening. A few virgule in his ass started to get used to the pain in the ass as it stretched out even further, when the horse cock was pushed in almost to the testis and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the cock in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every last bit of pleasance he could, pumping loads of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it take up his ass, warm drawstring deep inside him and streaming along the horse hammer out and dripping out of him. The centaur started pulling back, still cumming, as Taryn felt his ass relax with every inch that slid from his butt. Instead of a irritating, intense stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The metrical foot long, wet, still upright member fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping further than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His peg were now wet with sweat and cum and his ass gaping from the brutal fucking he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to move away, he felt himself fall back conciousness ...