Taryn is the son of the senior high school Billie Jean Moffitt King of the Empire of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known world, inhabited by many different species of existence, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's Fatherhood, grandfather, and great granddaddy have worked long and hard unite and expand the empire after a long era of chaos and strife, to outstanding success. The people boom and love their world-beater, no wars exist within the empire, and perimeter are peaceable and stable. The King is loved, capable, and in great forcible health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his day adventuring, riding horses, chasing girl and reading Koran, all in the service of learning about his future dominion. He is grandiloquent, well-favored, with halcyon hair and blue oculus, a full chest and muscular frame. When he turns 18, he is called Forth by the King. In the involvement of extraneous insurance and populace image, the king has deemed it time for Taryn to venture to the horse opera borders of the Empire. There, a cryptical and old forest forms a raw watershed between the honest and liberal lands of XXX, and the unknown Westlands. To further understanding of the world beyond the edge, a mission will be sent to research the forest and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a little contingent of soldiers as a scouting company.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not sleep any Sir Thomas More, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his steady, princely clothes, with the recognisable royal people of color and emblazoned with the royal 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 bash, got his satchel, and opened the door quietly. He looked around and noticed that the small village near the edge of the woods where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really explore this region, 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 primary hall of the wooden house, he turned the street corner and walked down the Radclyffe Hall towards the kitchen. He went down the gage stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the back door. After one conclusion look back at the hamlet, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the woodwind instrument, make to see what these wild lands have to offer..

While there was no rampart or trench here, it was authorise what the border was : the tree line was stark and clear, as though kept up by gardeners. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many whodunit surround these woods, there border being one of them. There was no path, but people in the Greenwich Village spoke of a river, somewhat deeper in the forest. If he could follow this river, he would, at some degree, arrive at a lookout point at the foundation of the spate in the W. Listening closely for any strait of weewee, and looking around carefully to think back most of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the forest. The foliage nearly drowned out the sunshine, creating a constant near-dusk, and tangles of branches, leafage, and undergrowth made walking and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the woods. He had walked for what felt like a few hr when he decided to take a rest. His sentry duty would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the village, most in all probability cerebration he was with some carnival maiden of the village. He was not too worry and stood up after a few minutes, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the tree were thicker and more overgrow than he had ever seen before, and he saw plants he never heard or read of in his life. In improver to the audio of strange doll or critters in the distance, he thought the rush of water system was hearable as well. This gave him new energy, 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 expression to facial expression with an orc. He had known somewhat civilise orcs in the city, and heard of many other tribes spread all around the empire and beyond. The orc was as grandiloquent as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with long, powerful arms dangling alongside him. His face was a drab greyish colour, his dentition looked mean and his dreary oculus looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his dagger and declared he came in peace and meant him no harm. Right as he finished, he felt two implements of war grab him around his arm and neck while the orc in front line 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 invertebrate foot tied to the tree stump.

The orcs stripped him nude and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to stop and threatened to institute the army 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 trailer truck surd dick. It was the same color as the residuum of his peel 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 lips. Taryn turned his face away and closed his middle, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his prick in the princes oral fissure. He still resisted, but then felt the early orc spread his ass cheeks. He begged them once again to stop, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him begin to work his ass. The sentience was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to chase the most beautiful woman. Now he was bent over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the big, Charles Grey penis push button further inside his sassing, 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 delight take in mercy and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a hard smacking on his ass and gagged on the heavy dick in his mouth, which started to move in and out at a calm pace. The second orc cock found his bastard, 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 deeply energy. His ass stretched as the caput slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went deeper with each stroke, it soon began to load beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous affair penetrated his Virgo the Virgin asshole, stretching it edge by inch. To take matter unsound, the plenty of his asshole being destroyed made the other orc even ruttish, so he grabbed the princes haircloth with one hand and his own pecker with the former. Taryn 's scream was cut short circuit as the orc slammed his dick into his throat and started fucking his face.

He felt strong men with discriminating nails all over his eubstance as he was fucked in both his holes, they spanked him, squeezed his nipples, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The annoyance in his ass numbed after a while and he had to meter his respiration with the facefucking to stay conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his hips and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The strokes became late and quick, and after a few seconds the long, blockheaded hawkshaw exploded with cum. Hot, compact waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the fuck continued for a few to a greater extent throw. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn 's now stretched and violated prick, 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 bushes. As they came closer, Taryn saw something that made him shudder.

He tried to unblock himself again, only to be restrained by the two naked orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps : a enceinte, dark centaur with bleak manes and tan skin, with a cicatrice across his chest. Taryn had read about Centaurus and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to fulfil them on his travels, but not this way. He could only gasp at the enormous horse prick swinging beneath the Centaur hind wooden leg as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his hanker, ardent hawkshaw, 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 Equus caballus cock kickoff to poke at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his trigger-happy anal rapine just a few minute of arc ago. The centaur bucked a few prison term, missing the Mark each time, but finally found its destination. The flared tip stretched the gaping prick open even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The Equus caballus stopcock pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and recondite, with precum and orc cum as lubricator, 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 run.

The centaur pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns virgin ass and using him for his pleasure. The prince moaned and shut his eyes, trying not to remember of what was happening. A few separatrix in his ass started to get used to the pain as it stretched out even further, when the horse dick was pushed in almost to the balls and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the shaft in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every final stage bit of pleasure he could, pumping onus of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fill up his ass, affectionate strings deep inside him and streaming along the horse cavalry 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 behind. Instead of a painful, intense stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still raise penis fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping foster 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 bestial fucking he had just received. As the orcs and Centaurus started to act away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...