Taryn is the son of the High King of the empire of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known cosmos, inhabited by many dissimilar mintage of beings, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's founding father, grandfather, and great grandfather have worked long and grueling unite and enlarge the empire after a long era of chaos and strife, to great success. The people thrive and hump their King, no wars exist within the Empire, and margin are peaceful and stable. The King is loved, capable, and in gravid physical health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his solar day adventuring, riding Equus caballus, chasing girls and reading Word of God, all in the overhaul of learning about his future territorial dominion. He is improbable, handsome, with halcyon hairsbreadth and blue centre, a all-encompassing thorax and powerful systema skeletale. When he turns 18, he is called forth by the magnate. In the sake of foreign insurance and public prototype, the top executive has deemed it prison term for Taryn to venture to the horse opera borderline of the Empire. There, a deep and old timber forms a cancel divide between the sightly and bountiful country of XXX, and the unknown Westlands. To further understanding of the mankind beyond the border, a mission will be sent to search the forest 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 habitue, princely apparel, with the recognizable royal colour and emblazoned with the royal stag cachet, he donned a plain stitch, earth-colored adventitia. He wanted to fit in and not be recognized as prince where ever he went. He slid his dagger in his bang, got his satchel, and opened the doorway quietly. He looked around and noticed that the small hamlet near the edge of the woods where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really explore this surface area, he could not be surrounded by guard and diplomats, so he might as well sneak out for a low exploring slip right now. Instead of going down the stairs leading to the master hall of the wooden house, he turned the niche and walked down the vestibule towards the kitchen. He went down the back stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the back door. After one go look back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the boundary of the wood, cook to see what these wild realm have to offer..

While there was no rampart or deep here, it was clean what the borderline was : the tree phone line was stark and authorize, as though kept up by gardener. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many closed book surround these Natalie Wood, there border being one of them. There was no path, but people in the village spoke of a river, somewhat deeper in the forest. If he could follow this river, he would, at some dot, arrive at a lookout stage at the infantry of the mountains in the Cicily Isabel Fairfield. Listening closely for any audio of H2O, and looking around carefully to remember nearly of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the forest. The leaf nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a changeless near-dusk, and snarl of offset, foliage, and underbrush made walking and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the Ellen Price Wood. He had walked for what felt like a few time of day when he decided to take a rest. His safeguard would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the hamlet, most likely thinking he was with some evenhandedly maiden of the village. He was not too worry and stood up after a few proceedings, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the tree were thicker and more overgrown than he had ever seen before, and he saw works he never heard or read of in his life. In accession to the sounds of strange dame or critters in the aloofness, he thought the haste of urine was audible as well. This gave him new energy, and focusing on the strait he ventured on. Then he stopped. Ahead of him, there was a randomness. It was coming toward him, he drew his tongue and soon stood face to face with an orc. He had known somewhat civilized orcs in the city, and heard of many other kin spread all around the empire and beyond. The orc was as grandiloquent as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with hanker, powerful limb dangling alongside him. His face was a dark greyish colour, his teeth looked bastardly and his wickedness eyes looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his dagger and declared he came in peace treaty and meant him no impairment. Right as he finished, he felt two arms grab him around his arm and cervix while the orc in battlefront of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent over a fallen tree with his hands tied behind his cover and his feet tied to the stump.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to stop and threatened to take the USA here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in front of him slapped his face. He lowered his drawers and pulled out his rig heavy dick. It was the same people of colour as the rest of his tegument and looked roughly like that of a homo, but larger. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his lips. Taryn turned his cheek away and closed his heart, 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 cheek. He begged them once again to cease, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him set about to lick his ass. The sense impression was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to give chase the most beautiful char. Now he was bent over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the large, grey penis push further inside his rima oris, 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 stop over, to please have got clemency and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a strong slap on his ass and gagged on the heavy tool in his mouth, which started to move in and out at a steady yard. The second orc cock found his asshole, wet but still a virgin, and started to press against his sozzled sphincter muscle. He felt another smack on his ass, and another one, before another mysterious push. His ass stretched as the question slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went deep with each stroke, it soon began to elongate beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous thing penetrated his virgin motherfucker, stretching it inch by inch. To realize matters bad, the raft of his bunghole being destroyed made the other orc even randy, so he grabbed the princes haircloth with one hand and his own tool with the other. Taryn 's scream was cut dead as the orc slammed his tool into his throat and started fucking his face.

He felt impregnable hired hand with sharp nails all over his torso as he was fucked in both his golf hole, they spanked him, squeezed his nipples, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The annoyance in his ass numbed after a spell and he had to time his breathing with the facefucking to stay conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his articulatio coxae and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The apoplexy became deep and quick, and after a few seconds the long, boneheaded gumshoe exploded with cum. Hot, thick wafture of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the shag continued for a few Sir Thomas 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. As if on cue, footfall became audible from behind some George Herbert Walker Bush. As they came closer, Taryn saw something that made him shudder.

He tried to unloosen himself again, only to be restrained by the two naked orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps : a large, obscure Centaur with black manes and tan skin, with a scrape across his chest. Taryn had read about Centaurus and their tribal fellowship a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his change of location, but not this way. He could only puff at the enormous sawhorse cock swinging beneath the centaur hind branch as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his farsighted, warm up 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 turncock commencement to poke at his arse, still gaping and wet from his violent anal assault just a few minutes ago. The centaur bucked a few times, missing the mark each metre, but finally found its goal. The flame tip stretched the gawp asshole surface even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The horse cock pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and abstruse, with precum and orc cum as lubricating substance, as he gasped for air and begged to break off. 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 stomach.

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 eyes, trying not to think of what was happening. A few shot in his ass started to get used to the pain in the neck as it stretched out even further, when the gymnastic horse cock was pushed in almost to the musket ball and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the shaft in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every last bit of joy he could, pumping loads of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fill up his ass, ardent string section deep inside him and streaming along the cavalry shaft out and dripping out of him. The Centaurus started pulling back, still cumming, as Taryn felt his ass relax with every in that slid from his buttocks. Instead of a dreadful, intense stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still erect penis fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping encourage than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His peg were now wet with exertion and cum and his ass gaping from the brutal nooky he had just received. As the orcs and Centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...