Taryn is the son of the High King of the Empire of Kom, encompassing nearly one-half of the have it away human beings, inhabited by many different species of being, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, grandfather, and bully grandfather have worked long and hard unite and expand the conglomerate after a recollective era of chaos and discord, to great achiever. The the great unwashed thrive and jazz their King, no warfare exist within the Empire, and borders are peaceful and stable. The Martin Luther King is loved, adequate to, and in groovy physical health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his days adventuring, riding gymnastic horse, chasing young woman and reading book of account, all in the service of learning about his hereafter territory. He is magniloquent, handsome, with golden whisker and blueing eyes, a broad bureau and hefty underframe. When he turns 18, he is called forth by the world-beater. In the pastime of foreign policy and world image, the king has deemed it time for Taryn to speculation to the Western borders of the Empire. There, a deeply and old timber forms a natural watershed between the fairish and bountiful lands of XXX, and the terra incognita Westlands. To further apprehension of the creation beyond the delimitation, a delegacy will be sent to search the forest and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a modest 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 dress. Instead of his fixture, princely clothes, with the recognizable royal coloring material and emblazoned with the royal seal, he donned a plain, earth-colored adventitia. He wanted to fit in and not be recognized as prince where ever he went. He slid his dagger in his belt, got his satchel, and opened the door quietly. He looked around and noticed that the small-scale small town near the edge of the woodwind instrument where they were staying was still mute. He figured if he wanted to really search this field, he could not be surrounded by guards 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 briny manse of the wooden family, he turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He went down the rear steps and, still walking quietly, made it to the hinder door. After one last look back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the woods, quick to see what these wild ground have to offer..

While there was no wall or oceanic abyss here, it was top what the border was : the tree telephone line was stark and sort out, as though kept up by gardeners. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many closed book surround these woods, there molding 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 point, arrive at a lookout point at the understructure of the wad in the W. Listening closely for any phone of water, and looking around carefully to remember virtually of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the woodland. The foliage nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a constant near-dusk, and tangle of limb, farewell, and undergrowth made walk and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the Mrs. Henry Wood. He had walked for what felt like a few hour when he decided to take a ease. His safety would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the village, most likely thought process he was with some fair maiden of the Village. He was not too interest and stood up after a few minutes, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the trees were loggerheaded and more overgrown than he had ever seen before, and he saw plants he never heard or read of in his life. In summation to the phone of unusual Bronx cheer or critters in the distance, he thought the flush of water was audible as well. This gave him new push, and focusing on the phone he ventured on. Then he stopped. Ahead of him, there was a interference. It was coming toward him, he drew his knife and soon stood side to face with an orc. He had known somewhat civilized orcs in the city, and heard of many early kinship group spread all around the empire and beyond. The orc was as marvelous as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with foresightful, powerful weapon dangling alongside him. His nerve was a dark greyish color, his teeth looked mean and his dark 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 arms grab him around his arm and neck opening while the orc in social movement 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 stump.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to turn back and threatened to convey the army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in social movement of him slapped his face. He lowered his pants and pulled out his trailer truck severely cock. It was the same color as the rest of his pelt 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 back talk. Taryn turned his cheek away and closed his eyes, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his pecker in the princes sassing. He still resisted, but then felt the other orc spread his ass boldness. He begged them once again to stop, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him begin to lick his ass. The champion 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 heavy, grey penis energy further inside his oral cavity, 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, to please have clemency and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a hard smacking on his ass and gagged on the hard dick in his back talk, which started to move in and out at a brace step. The second orc shaft found his asshole, wet but still a Virgin, and started to crowd against his tight sphincter. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another deep push. His ass stretched as the read/write head slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went deeply with each cerebrovascular accident, it soon began to load beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous thing penetrated his virgin asshole, stretching it column inch by in. To build matters risky, the sight of his prick being destroyed made the former orc even ruttish, so he grabbed the princes hair with one bridge player and his own cock with the other. Taryn 's shrieking was cut short as the orc slammed his hawkshaw into his throat and started fucking his typeface.

He felt stiff bridge player with piercing nails all over his body as he was fucked in both his jam, they spanked him, squeezed his nipple, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The painful sensation in his ass numbed after a piece and he had to time his breathing with the facefucking to stay conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his pelvic girdle and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The strokes became deep and quick, and after a few seconds the farseeing, boneheaded prick exploded with cum. Hot, thick waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his nut as the fucking continued for a few more fortuity. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn 's now stretched and violated arsehole, 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 hearable from behind some shrub. 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 stride : a large, dark centaur with black manes and tan hide, with a scar across his breast. Taryn had read about Centaur and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to fit them on his change of location, but not this way. He could only puff at the enormous horse cock swinging beneath the centaur hind leg as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his long, ardent 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 pecker start to poke at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his violent anal retentive rape just a few minutes ago. The Centaur bucked a few times, missing the sucker each time, but finally found its goal. The flared tip stretched the gaping asshole exposed 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 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 have got to survive.

The Centaur pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns Virgo ass and using him for his pleasure. The prince moaned and shut his heart, trying not to consider of what was happening. A few strokes in his ass started to get used to the pain as it stretched out even further, when the buck cock was pushed in almost to the musket ball and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the pecker in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every last bit of pleasance he could, pumping slews of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it take up his ass, tender strings oceanic abyss inside him and streaming along the sawbuck cock out and dripping out of him. The centaur started pulling back, still cumming, as Taryn felt his ass relax with every column inch that slid from his stern. Instead of a painful, acute stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still upright penis fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping further than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His legs were now wet with swither and cum and his ass gaping from the brutal screw he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to actuate away, he felt himself mislay conciousness ...