Taryn is the son of the senior high school world-beater of the conglomerate of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known world, inhabited by many dissimilar coinage of beings, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's Church Father, grandfather, and great grandfather have worked long and unvoiced unite and inflate the imperium after a long era of chaos and strife, to cracking winner. The people thrive and love their Billie Jean King, no wars exist within the empire, and delimitation are peaceful and unchanging. The Rex is loved, capable, and in great physical health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his day adventuring, riding buck, chasing girls and reading Book, all in the armed service of learning about his future dominion. He is marvelous, bountiful, with golden hair and down centre, a panoptic chest of drawers and muscular skeletal frame. When he turns 18, he is called forth by the King. In the involvement of foreign insurance and public image, the mogul has deemed it time for Taryn to venture to the western borders of the Empire. There, a deep and old forest forms a natural water parting between the middling and bounteous lands of XXX, and the unknown Westlands. To further understanding of the world beyond the perimeter, a mission will be sent to explore the forest and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a small detail 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 wearing apparel. Instead of his habitue, princely apparel, with the recognizable royal semblance and emblazoned with the royal seal of approval, 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 smash, got his satchel, and opened the door quietly. He looked around and noticed that the pocket-sized hamlet near the edge of the Ellen Price Wood where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really explore this area, he could not be surrounded by safety and diplomats, so he might as well sneak out for a first exploring trip right now. Instead of going down the stairs leading to the main residence of the wooden house, he turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He went down the back stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the backrest doorway. After one last smell back at the small town, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the woodwind instrument, fix to see what these wild terra firma have to offer..

While there was no wall or trench here, it was clear what the border was : the tree line was bleak and clear, as though kept up by gardeners. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mysteries surround these wood, there molding being one of them. There was no path, but masses in the village spoke of a river, somewhat deeper in the forest. If he could conform to this river, he would, at some point, arrive at a lookout tip at the foot of the stack in the 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 wood. The foliation nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a unceasing near-dusk, and tangles of outgrowth, leave of absence, and undergrowth made walking and navigating unmanageable, but Taryn ventured deep into the woodwind. He had walked for what felt like a few time of day when he decided to take a rest. His guards would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the village, most probable thinking he was with some fair maiden of the small town. He was not too worried and stood up after a few arcminute, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the trees were duncish and more overgrow than he had ever seen before, and he saw plant life he never heard or read of in his lifespan. In gain to the sounds of strange birds or critters in the distance, he thought the rush of urine was audible as well. This gave him new vitality, and focusing on the auditory sensation he ventured on. Then he stopped. Ahead of him, there was a racket. It was coming toward him, he drew his knife and soon stood face to face with an orc. He had known somewhat civilized orcs in the city, and heard of many other tribes spread all around the empire and beyond. The orc was as tall as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with long, brawny arms dangling alongside him. His typeface was a dismal gray color, his teeth looked base and his dark eyes 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 front of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent over a fallen tree with his hands tied behind his rachis and his groundwork tied to the stump.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to block and threatened to bestow the army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in nominal head of him slapped his face. He lowered his pants and pulled out his semi voiceless dick. It was the same coloring as the rest of his skin and looked roughly like that of a man, but larger. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his brim. Taryn turned his face away and closed his eyes, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his shaft in the princes oral cavity. He still resisted, but then felt the other orc spread his ass impudence. He begged them once again to stop, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him begin to lap up his ass. The sensation was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to chase the most beautiful women. Now he was bent over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the large, grey member push 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 stop, to delight ingest mercy and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a backbreaking smack on his ass and gagged on the strong dick in his mouth, which started to act in and out at a steady pace. The 2d orc cock found his prick, wet but still a virgin, and started to force against his tight sphincter muscle. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another deep thrust. 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 stretch beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the tremendous thing penetrated his Virgo arse, stretching it edge by in. To nominate matters regretful, the sight of his asshole being destroyed made the other orc even corneous, so he grabbed the princes hair with one hand and his own putz with the other. Taryn 's scream was cut short as the orc slammed his gumshoe into his pharynx and started fucking his face.

He felt strong hands with sharp nails all over his consistency as he was fucked in both his holes, they spanked him, squeezed his nipples, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The bother in his ass numbed after a while and he had to sentence his breathing with the facefucking to persist conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his hips and increased his pacing, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The shot became cryptical and spry, and after a few seconds the foresighted, dense dick exploded with cum. Hot, thick undulation of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the fucking continued for a few more strokes. 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 than. 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 free himself again, only to be restrained by the two defenseless orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps : a prominent, moody centaur with black-market mane and tan skin, with a scar across his chest. Taryn had read about Centaur and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his locomotion, but not this way. He could only pant at the enormous horse rooster swinging beneath the centaurs hind legs as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his longsighted, affectionate tool, 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 cock kickoff to poke at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his violent anal retentive assault just a few minutes ago. The Centaur bucked a few meter, missing the mark each sentence, but finally found its goal. The flare out tip stretched the agape cocksucker candid even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The horse peter 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 external respiration, wondering how much more his ass would experience to endure.

The centaur pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns Virgo the Virgin ass and using him for his pleasure. The prince moaned and shut his centre, trying not to guess of what was happening. A few strokes in his ass started to get used to the infliction as it stretched out even further, when the horse cock was pushed in almost to the balls and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the cock in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every last bit of delight he could, pumping freight of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it make full up his ass, lovesome twine deep inside him and streaming along the horse prick 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 rump. Instead of a painful, acute stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still rear penis fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping advance 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 brutish fucking he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...