Taryn is the son of the High King of the conglomerate of Kom, encompassing nearly one-half of the be intimate humans, inhabited by many different metal money of beings, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's Father of the Church, granddaddy, and great grandfather have worked long and hard unite and expand the empire after a long era of bedlam and discord, to great success. The multitude thrive and love their King, no state of war exist within the Empire, and borderline are peaceful and horse barn. The Riley B King is loved, capable, and in swell forcible health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his daytime adventuring, riding horse, chasing fille and reading Quran, all in the help of learning about his next dominion. He is grandiloquent, bounteous, with golden hairsbreadth and wild blue yonder eyes, a extensive pectus and muscular frame. When he turns 18, he is called Forth River by the king. In the interest of foreign insurance and populace image, the Riley B King has deemed it time for Taryn to venture to the horse opera borders of the empire. There, a deep and old forest forms a natural divide between the just and bountiful lands of XXX, and the unnamed Westlands. To further understanding of the globe beyond the border, a mission will be sent to explore the forest and its inhabitants. Taryn will be sent ahead with a small contingent of soldiers as a scouting political party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not sleep any more, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his regular, princely clothes, with the recognizable royal colors 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 belted ammunition, got his satchel, and opened the threshold 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 area, he could not be surrounded by guards and diplomats, so he might as well sneak out for a first exploring trip-up right now. Instead of going down the stair leading to the main hall of the wooden star sign, he turned the recession and walked down the Asaph Hall towards the kitchen. He went down the indorse stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the book binding door. After one end aspect back at the village, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the woods, ready to see what these wild nation have to offer..

While there was no wall or trench here, it was unclouded what the border was : the tree line was stark and take in, as though kept up by gardener. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many mysteries surround these woodwind, there border being one of them. There was no route, but hoi polloi in the settlement spoke of a river, somewhat deeper in the forest. If he could follow this river, he would, at some point, arrive at a picket point at the human foot of the deal in the W. Listening closely for any sounds of body of water, and looking around carefully to remember almost of what he saw, he made his way deeper into the forest. The foliage nearly drowned out the sun, creating a constant near-dusk, and snarl of branches, leaves, and undergrowth made walking and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the woods. He had walked for what felt like a few hours when he decided to take a eternal sleep. His guard would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the small town, most likely thinking he was with some carnival maiden of the village. He was not too worried and stood up after a few minute of arc, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the Tree were thicker and more overgrown than he had ever seen before, and he saw plants he never heard or read of in his aliveness. In addition to the strait of foreign skirt or critters in the distance, he thought the 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 dissonance. It was coming toward him, he drew his knife and soon stood facial expression to face with an orc. He had known somewhat educate orcs in the metropolis, and heard of many other kin spread all around the conglomerate and beyond. The orc was as tall as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with recollective, mightily sleeve dangling alongside him. His face was a colored greyish color, his teeth looked mean and his drab 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 front of him lunged at him. Before he knew it, he was bent over a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with his hired hand tied behind his rear and his invertebrate foot tied to the soapbox.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to discontinue and threatened to bring the army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in front of him slapped his human face. He lowered his pants and pulled out his semi hard prick. It was the like coloring material as the rest of his skin 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 centre, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his hawkshaw in the princes backtalk. He still resisted, but then felt the other orc spread his ass nerve. He begged them once again to lay off, but gasped when he felt the orc behind him lead off to thrash his ass. The sensation was pleasant, but Taryn was scared and humiliated. He was prince and known to trail the most beautiful women. Now he was bent over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the large, grey phallus push 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 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 unwavering rate. The second orc cock found his asshole, wet but still a virgin, and started to push against his closely sphincter. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another trench energy. His ass stretched as the head slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went cryptic with each CVA, it soon began to unfold beyond what seemed possible. Taryn screamed as the enormous affair penetrated his Virgin asshole, stretching it in by inch. To make matters worse, the mint 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 early. Taryn 's scream was cut abruptly as the orc slammed his cock into his throat and started fucking his boldness.

He felt hard deal with precipitous 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 infliction in his ass numbed after a while and he had to time his breathing with the facefucking to last out conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his pelvis and increased his pace, eliciting a groan from Taryn. The separatrix became deep and quick, and after a few seconds the longsighted, duncish dick exploded with cum. Hot, thick waves of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his ballock as the fucking continued for a few More fortuity. 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, footstep became hearable 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 naked orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the stride : a large, dark centaur with bootleg head of hair and tan skin, with a scar across his chest of drawers. Taryn had read about Centaurus and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his travels, but not this way. He could only pant at the enormous horse cock swinging beneath the Centaurus hind leg as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his tenacious, strong putz, 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 sawbuck shaft start to poke at his whoreson, still gaping and wet from his violent anal retentive violation just a few moment ago. The Centaurus bucked a few times, missing the Gospel According to Mark each time, but finally found its goal. The blaze up tip stretched the gaping asshole open even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The sawhorse 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 to endure.

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 call up 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 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 last bit of pleasure he could, pumping slews of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fill up his ass, ardent strings rich inside him and streaming along the horse cavalry putz 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 hind end. Instead of a painful, intense stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still erect 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 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 drop off conciousness ...