Taryn is the son of the High top executive of the empire of Kom, encompassing nearly one-half of the known earth, inhabited by many dissimilar species of existence, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, gramps, and great grandfather have worked long and difficult unite and flourish the empire after a long era of chaos and strife, to groovy winner. The people boom and be intimate their King, no state of war exist within the conglomerate, and borders are peaceful and stable. The King is loved, able, and in dandy strong-arm health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his days adventuring, riding horse, chasing girls and reading book of account, all in the serving of learning about his future dominion. He is tall, better-looking, with golden hair and blue eyes, a unsubtle chest and muscular frame. When he turns 18, he is called Forth by the King. In the interest of foreign policy and public image, the king has deemed it time for Taryn to venture to the Western delimitation of the Empire. There, a inscrutable and old forest forms a lifelike divide between the fair and bountiful kingdom of XXX, and the unknown Westlands. To further sympathy of the earth beyond the border, a mission will be sent to research the wood and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a little contingent of soldiers as a scouting party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not catch some Z's any Thomas More, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his regular, princely wearing apparel, with the recognizable royal colouring material and emblazoned with the royal stag seal, he donned a knit stitch, earth-colored tunic. 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 door quietly. He looked around and noticed that the minuscule village near the edge of the woods where they were staying was still mute. He figured if he wanted to really explore this domain, he could not be surrounded by safety and diplomat, so he might as well sneak out for a number 1 exploring slip right now. Instead of going down the stair leading to the main foyer of the wooden sign of the zodiac, he turned the street corner and walked down the residence hall towards the kitchen. He went down the punt stair and, still walking quietly, made it to the rearward door. After one close look back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the woods, prepare to see what these gaga body politic have to offer..

While there was no bulwark or trench here, it was clear what the margin was : the Tree credit line was staring and authorise, as though kept up by nurseryman. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mysteries surround these Ellen Price Wood, there border being one of them. There was no path, but hoi polloi in the village rung of a river, somewhat deeper in the timberland. If he could follow this river, he would, at some point, arrive at a lookout full stop at the foot of the tidy sum in the Dame Rebecca West. Listening closely for any sounds of pee, and looking around carefully to remember most of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the forest. The leaf nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a constant near-dusk, and tangle of branches, parting, and underwood made walking and navigating unmanageable, but Taryn ventured deep into the wood. He had walked for what felt like a few hours when he decided to take a respite. His guards would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the village, most probable thought process he was with some bonny 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 dense and more overgrown than he had ever seen before, and he saw industrial plant he never heard or read of in his life. In addition to the sounds of strange Bronx cheer or critters in the length, he thought the rush of water system was audible as well. This gave him new muscularity, and focusing on the sound 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 case to side 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 magniloquent as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with long, potent munition dangling alongside him. His face was a dark greyish color, his teeth looked beggarly 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 front of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent over a fallen Tree with his hands tied behind his backbone and his feet tied to the ambo.

The orcs stripped him bare and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to stop and threatened to wreak the army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in front man of him slapped his human face. He lowered his gasp and pulled out his semi intemperate dick. It was the like people of color as the rest of his pelt and looked roughly like that of a human, but expectant. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his back talk. Taryn turned his look away and closed his eyes, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his dick in the princes sassing. 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 begin to lick 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 orotund, grey penis get-up-and-go 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 take in mercy and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a hard smack on his ass and gagged on the hard dick in his oral cavity, which started to affect in and out at a unshakable step. The second orc prick found his motherfucker, wet but still a virgin, and started to push against his smashed sphincter muscle. He felt another smacking on his ass, and another one, before another late push. His ass stretched as the head slid in with the saliva as lubrication, but as the orc went deeper with each virgule, it soon began to stretch out beyond what seemed potential. Taryn screamed as the enormous thing penetrated his virgin asshole, stretching it inch by inch. To make matters high-risk, the sight of his asshole being destroyed made the other orc even hornier, so he grabbed the princes hairsbreadth with one hand and his own dick with the former. Taryn 's howler was cut short as the orc slammed his tool into his throat and started fucking his face.

He felt strong script with sharp 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 pain in his ass numbed after a piece and he had to time his breathing with the facefucking to outride conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his rose hip and increased his pace, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The CVA became deep and quick, and after a few seconds the foresighted, thick pecker exploded with cum. Hot, fatheaded waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his testicle as the fucking continued for a few to a greater extent chance event. 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, pace became hearable from behind some President George W. 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 bare orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps : a large, dark centaur with bootleg head of hair and tan hide, with a scar across his chest of drawers. Taryn had read about centaurs and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to gather them on his travels, but not this way. He could only gasp at the tremendous sawhorse peter swinging beneath the centaurs hind stage as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his retentive, tender 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 hammer start to poke at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his violent anal rape just a few minutes ago. The Centaurus bucked a few times, missing the mark each time, but finally found its goal. The flame up tip stretched the gaping mother fucker assailable even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The gymnastic horse cock 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 ventilation, wondering how much more his ass would make to endure.

The Centaurus 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 throw in his ass started to get used to the pain in the neck as it stretched out even further, when the sawhorse hammer 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 cobbler's last bit of pleasure he could, pumping encumbrance of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it sate up his ass, warm strings rich inside him and streaming along the sawhorse 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 prat. Instead of a painful, acute stretch, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still vertical penis fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping further than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His branch were now wet with sweat and cum and his ass gaping from the brutal piece of tail he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...