Taryn is the son of the highschool King of the empire of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known world, inhabited by many different specie of organism, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, grandfather, and capital grandfather have worked long and hard unite and expand the empire after a farseeing era of Chaos and discord, to with child success. The people thrive and love their King, no wars exist within the Empire, and borders are peaceful and horse barn. The King is loved, capable, and in great physical health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his days adventuring, riding horse, chasing girls and reading record, all in the table service of learning about his futurity rule. He is tall, freehanded, with fortunate pilus and blue eyes, a across-the-board chest and powerful frame. When he turns 18, he is called Forth by the power. In the interest of foreign policy and public image, the Martin Luther King has deemed it time for Taryn to speculation to the Western molding of the imperium. There, a late and old woods forms a natural divide between the fair and liberal lands of XXX, and the unsung Westlands. To further apprehension of the world beyond the border, a mission will be sent to explore the forest and its indweller. Taryn will be sent ahead with a small 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 clothes. Instead of his regular, princely apparel, with the recognizable royal colouration and emblazoned with the royal cachet, 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 whack, got his satchel, and opened the door quietly. He looked around and noticed that the small small town near the edge of the woods where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really research this area, he could not be surrounded by guards and diplomatist, so he might as well sneak out for a commencement exploring head trip right now. Instead of going down the stair leading to the main student residence of the wooden house, he turned the corner and walked down the manor hall towards the kitchen. He went down the back step and, still walking quietly, made it to the back threshold. After one last look back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the bound of the woods, ready to see what these uncivilised lands have to offer..

While there was no wall or trench here, it was clear what the border was : the tree line was desolate and clear, as though kept up by gardeners. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mystery story surround these forest, there border being one of them. There was no route, but people in the Village spoke of a river, somewhat deeper in the timberland. If he could play along this river, he would, at some pointedness, arrive at a scout point at the foot of the mountains in the Cicily Isabel Fairfield. Listening closely for any speech sound of pee, and looking around carefully to remember most of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the woodland. The foliation nearly drowned out the sun, creating a constant near-dusk, and tangles of branches, leaves, and undergrowth made walking and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the forest. He had walked for what felt like a few hours when he decided to take a rest period. His guards would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the small town, most likely thought he was with some bazaar maiden over of the village. He was not too worried and stood up after a few mo, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the trees were thicker and more overgrown than he had ever seen before, and he saw industrial plant he never heard or read of in his life-time. In add-on to the audio of strange birds or critters in the distance, he thought the rush of water was hearable as well. This gave him new get-up-and-go, 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 face to face with an orc. He had known somewhat civilized orcs in the urban center, and heard of many other tribe spread all around the empire and beyond. The orc was as tall as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with prospicient, powerful arms dangling alongside him. His face was a colored greyish color, his teeth looked mingy 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 back and his feet tied to the ambo.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to hold on and threatened to lend the army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in front of him slapped his font. He lowered his gasp and pulled out his semi severely dick. It was the Lapp color as the rest of his skin and looked roughly like that of a human, but larger. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his sassing. Taryn turned his nerve away and closed his middle, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his dick in the princes sassing. He still resisted, but then felt the former orc spread his ass cheeks. He begged them once again to intercept, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him set out to lick his ass. The adept 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 enceinte, grey member pushing 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 stop, to please have clemency and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a voiceless slap on his ass and gagged on the severe dick in his mouthpiece, which started to prompt in and out at a steady yard. The second orc peter found his whoreson, wet but still a Virgin, and started to push against his tight sphincter. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another oceanic abyss energy. His ass stretched as the headway slid in with the expectoration as lubrication, but as the orc went bass with each stroke, it soon began to dilute beyond what seemed potential. Taryn screamed as the enormous matter penetrated his virgin asshole, stretching it inch by inch. To name matters spoiled, the sight of his asshole being destroyed made the other orc even hornier, so he grabbed the princes tomentum with one mitt and his own dick with the other. Taryn 's scream was cut short as the orc slammed his putz into his pharynx and started fucking his face.

He felt hard handwriting with discriminating nails all over his body as he was fucked in both his gob, they spanked him, squeezed his nipples, 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 prison term his breathing with the facefucking to bide conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his pelvis and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The separatrix became mysterious and immediate, and after a few seconds the long, boneheaded peter exploded with cum. Hot, thickheaded waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his orchis as the fucking continued for a few more stroking. 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, step became audible from behind some bush. 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 great, drear Centaurus with black manes and tan peel, with a scar across his breast. Taryn had read about centaur and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his travels, but not this way. He could only pant at the enormous knight cock swinging beneath the Centaurus hind legs as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his foresightful, fond 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 shaft start to intrude at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his fierce anal rape just a few minutes ago. The Centaur bucked a few clock time, missing the mark each time, but finally found its finish. The flared tip stretched the yawn asshole undefendable even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The horse cock pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and deeper, with precum and orc cum as lubricant, 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 survive.

The centaur pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns virgin ass and using him for his joy. The prince moaned and shut his eyes, trying not to think of what was happening. A few slash in his ass started to get used to the pain as it stretched out even further, when the sawbuck pecker was pushed in almost to the ball and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the cock in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every endure bit of pleasure he could, pumping payload of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it occupy up his ass, quick strings deep inside him and streaming along the knight tool 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 behind. Instead of a atrocious, intense stretch, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still erect member fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping further than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His stage were now wet with sweat and cum and his ass gaping from the brute fucking he had just received. As the orcs and Centaurus started to move away, he felt himself mislay conciousness ...