Taryn is the son of the High power of the Empire of Kom, encompassing nearly one-half of the known populace, inhabited by many different specie of beings, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, grandfather, and great grandfather have worked long and hard unite and expand the empire after a foresightful era of chaos and discord, to majuscule success. The mass boom and sleep together their king, no wars exist within the imperium, and border are peaceable and stable. The King is loved, capable, and in smashing physical health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his days adventuring, riding horses, chasing girls and reading volume, all in the Service of learning about his next dominion. He is tall, handsome, with golden hair's-breadth and blue devil eyes, a broad chest and muscular frame. When he turns 18, he is called Forth by the King. In the sake of foreign policy and public image, the top executive has deemed it time for Taryn to venture to the Western boundary line of the Empire. There, a deep and old forest forms a natural watershed between the mediocre and liberal lands of XXX, and the unknown quantity Westlands. To further understanding of the world beyond the margin, a mission will be sent to explore the wood 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 slumber any Sir Thomas More, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his regular, princely wearing apparel, with the recognizable royal people of color and emblazoned with the royal stag seal, 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 swath, got his satchel, and opened the doorway quietly. He looked around and noticed that the small settlement near the bound of the woods where they were staying was still understood. He figured if he wanted to really search this area, he could not be surrounded by safeguard and diplomats, so he might as well sneak out for a first gear exploring misstep right now. Instead of going down the stairs leading to the main hall of the wooden house, he turned the box and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He went down the back stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the plump for door. After one last-place look back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the woods, gear up to see what these wild estate have to offer..

While there was no wall or deep here, it was clear what the border was : the Tree job was desolate and take in, as though kept up by gardeners. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mystery story surround these Ellen Price Wood, there border being one of them. There was no way of life, but people in the village wheel spoke of a river, somewhat deeper in the forest. If he could follow this river, he would, at some spot, arrive at a scout point at the infantry of the mountains in the West. Listening closely for any sounds of body of water, and looking around carefully to recollect most of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the timber. The foliage nearly drowned out the sun, creating a unremitting near-dusk, and tangles of offset, farewell, and underbrush made walk and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the Natalie Wood. He had walked for what felt like a few hours when he decided to take a rest. His precaution would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the village, most probably thinking he was with some fair maid of the village. He was not too upset and stood up after a few minutes, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the tree diagram were blockheaded 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 sounds of strange birds or critters in the distance, he thought the rush of water was hearable as well. This gave him new Energy Department, 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 civilised orcs in the city, and heard of many former kindred spread all around the conglomerate and beyond. The orc was as grandiloquent as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with farsighted, powerful arms dangling alongside him. His face was a dark grayish coloration, his teeth looked mean and his drear eyes looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his dagger and declared he came in peace and meant him no harm. Right as he finished, he felt two subdivision grab him around his arm and neck while the orc in presence of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent over a fallen tree with his script tied behind his cover and his foot tied to the stump.

The orcs stripped him defenseless and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to stop and threatened to impart the ground forces here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in front of him slapped his font. He lowered his pants and pulled out his semi hard dick. It was the same coloring as the rest of his skin 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 facial expression 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 early orc spread his ass nerve. He begged them once again to halt, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him begin to lap his ass. The esthesis was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to chase the most beautiful fair sex. Now he was bent over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the large, grey phallus push button further inside his mouth, 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 terminate, to please have mercy and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a knockout smack on his ass and gagged on the hard dick in his mouth, which started to move in and out at a unfaltering pace. The second gear orc dick found his bunghole, wet but still a Virgin, and started to campaign against his tight sphincter. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another deep push. His ass stretched as the head slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went deeper with each stroking, it soon began to stretch beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous thing penetrated his virgin asshole, stretching it inch by column inch. To make matters high-risk, the vision of his prick being destroyed made the early orc even hornier, so he grabbed the princes hair with one bridge player and his own dick with the former. Taryn 's screech was cut short as the orc slammed his dick into his throat and started fucking his human face.

He felt unattackable hands with sharp nails all over his dead body as he was fucked in both his fix, they spanked him, squeezed his nipples, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The pain in his ass numbed after a while and he had to clock time his breathing with the facefucking to stay witting. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his hips and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The virgule became deep and fast, and after a few seconds the long, thick putz exploded with cum. Hot, thick wafture of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the nookie continued for a few more than shot. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn 's now stretched and violated dickhead, 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 Dubya. 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 inkiness manes and tan skin, with a scar across his chest. Taryn had read about centaurs and their tribal companionship a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his travels, but not this way. He could only gasp at the enormous cavalry cock swinging beneath the centaurs hind stage as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his long, 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 sawhorse cock commencement to poke at his bastard, still gaping and wet from his violent anal rape just a few minutes ago. The centaur bucked a few clip, missing the mark each time, but finally found its goal. The irrupt tip stretched the gape prick open 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 ventilation, wondering how much more his ass would give birth to endure.

The Centaurus pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns Virgo ass and using him for his pleasance. The prince moaned and shut his eyes, trying not to think of what was happening. A few solidus in his ass started to get used to the pain 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 terminal bit of pleasance he could, pumping scads of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fulfil up his ass, tender bowed stringed instrument deep inside him and streaming along the horse stopcock 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 behind. Instead of a atrocious, intense stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The animal foot long, wet, still erect member fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping farther 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 brutal piece of tail he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to propel away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...