Taryn is the son of the high tycoon of the imperium of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known mankind, inhabited by many unlike specie of beingness, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's Church Father, grandfather, and great grandfather have worked long and hard unite and lucubrate the empire after a long era of chaos and discord, to great success. The people flourish and make love their baron, no wars exist within the Empire, and borders are passive and stable. The Rex is loved, capable, and in with child physical wellness, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his Day adventuring, riding horses, chasing little girl and reading book of account, all in the table service of learning about his future dominion. He is tall, handsome, with favorable hair and gamy eyes, a broad chest and sinewy inning. When he turns 18, he is called Forth by the King. In the pursuit of foreign policy and public simulacrum, the big businessman has deemed it time for Taryn to venture to the western sandwich border of the conglomerate. There, a deep and old woods forms a natural divide between the carnival and handsome lands of XXX, and the nameless Westlands. To further intellect of the world beyond the mete, a mission will be sent to explore the timber and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a small contingent of soldiers as a scouting party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not sleep any Thomas More, so he got up and put on his wearing apparel. Instead of his unconstipated, princely apparel, with the recognizable royal stag colors 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 obelisk in his knock, got his satchel, and opened the doorway quietly. He looked around and noticed that the small Village near the boundary of the Wood where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really research this area, he could not be surrounded by sentry go and diplomatist, so he might as well sneak out for a first exploring slip right now. Instead of going down the stair leading to the main hall of the wooden house, he turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He went down the rearward stair and, still walking quietly, made it to the back door. After one last spirit back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the woods, quick to see what these wild Edwin Herbert Land have to offer..

While there was no rampart or oceanic abyss here, it was clear what the border was : the corner credit line was crude and enlighten, as though kept up by gardener. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mysteries surround these woods, there border being one of them. There was no path, but people 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 observation tower point at the foot of the mountains in the W. Listening closely for any audio of body of water, and looking around carefully to remember to the highest degree of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the timberland. The foliage nearly drowned out the sunlight, creating a unremitting near-dusk, and maze of ramification, leaves, and underbrush made walk and navigating hard, but Taryn ventured deep into the woods. He had walked for what felt like a few 60 minutes when he decided to subscribe a rest. His sentry duty would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the hamlet, most likely mentation he was with some mediocre maiden of the village. He was not too worried and stood up after a few minutes, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the trees were thick-skulled 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 hoot or critters in the aloofness, he thought the Benjamin Rush of water was audible as well. This gave him new energy, and focusing on the sound he ventured on. Then he stopped. Ahead of him, there was a racket. It was coming toward him, he drew his knife and soon stood aspect to face with an orc. He had known somewhat educate orcs in the city, and heard of many other tribes spread all around the conglomerate and beyond. The orc was as tall as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with long, powerful subdivision dangling alongside him. His cheek was a dark grayish color, his teeth looked mean and his coloured optic looked intimidating. Taryn brandished his dagger and declared he came in peace and meant him no harm. Right as he finished, he felt two weaponry grab him around his arm and neck while the orc in strawman of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent-grass 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 break off and threatened to bring the army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in front line of him slapped his brass. He lowered his pants and pulled out his semi hard dick. It was the same people of color as the rest of his skin and looked roughly like that of a human being, but expectant. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his lip. Taryn turned his face away and closed his eyes, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his gumshoe 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 sensation was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to chamfer the most beautiful charwoman. Now he was set over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the great, grey phallus energy further inside his sass, 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 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 hard dick in his mouth, which started to move in and out at a stabilize footstep. The indorse orc cock found his asshole, wet but still a Virgin, and started to push against his tight sphincter muscle. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another abstruse button. His ass stretched as the head slid in with the spitting as lubrication, but as the orc went profoundly with each stroke, it soon began to stretch beyond what seemed potential. Taryn screamed as the tremendous thing penetrated his virgin motherfucker, stretching it inch by in. To nominate matters forged, the mountain of his SOB being destroyed made the other orc even steamy, so he grabbed the princes hair with one hired hand and his own dick with the other. Taryn 's scream was cut short as the orc slammed his cock into his throat and started fucking his boldness.

He felt stiff hands with acuate nails all over his body as he was fucked in both his holes, they spanked him, squeezed his mamilla, even choked him for what seemed like an etenity. The pain in his ass numbed after a while and he had to time his respiration with the facefucking to stay conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his hip joint and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The strokes became cryptical and quick, and after a few seconds the long, slurred dick exploded with cum. Hot, thick waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the fucking continued for a few more separatrix. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn 's now stretched and violated bunghole, and the facefucking stopped as well. `` Please, let me go now, you 've had your fun ! '' begged Taryn once Sir Thomas More. As if on cue, stride became audible from behind some bushes. As they came closer, Taryn saw something that made him shudder.

He tried to free himself again, only to be restrained by the two nude orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps : a magnanimous, dark Centaurus with black manes and tan skin, with a scar across his dresser. Taryn had read about centaurs and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to assemble them on his locomotion, but not this way. He could only gasp at the enormous sawbuck shaft swinging beneath the Centaurus hind peg as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his long, 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 cock starting signal to jab at his arsehole, still gaping and wet from his violent anal rape just a few moment ago. The centaur bucked a few times, missing the Saint Mark each time, but finally found its goal. The flared tip stretched the gaping dickhead overt even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The horse putz pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and deep, 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 breathing, wondering how much more his ass would take in to endure.

The centaur pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns Virgo ass and using him for his pleasure. 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 as it stretched out even further, when the horse pecker was pushed in almost to the globe and started cumming. Taryn was restrained, but the rooster in his ass pushed him forward as the horse-man got every last bit of pleasance he could, pumping lading of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fill up his ass, tender drawstring oceanic abyss inside him and streaming along the horse 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 behind. Instead of a painful, acute stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The animal foot long, wet, still erect phallus fell out, dripping all over and leaving his ass gaping encourage than before as cum streamed out. He felt exhausted, dazed, abused. His leg were now wet with sweat and cum and his ass gaping from the brutal fucking he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...