Taryn is the son of the High King of the empire of Kom, encompassing nearly half of the known world, inhabited by many different species of being, sentient and otherwise. Taryn 's father, grandpa, and great grandfather have worked long and strong unite and spread out the empire after a long era of chaos and strife, to great success. The hoi polloi flourish and love their King, no state of war exist within the conglomerate, and delimitation are peaceful and stable. The King is loved, capable, and in great physical health, so the job of being prince is mostly easy-going. Taryn spends his mean solar day adventuring, riding sawbuck, chasing girls and reading playscript, all in the divine service of learning about his next rule. He is tall, bountiful, with golden hair and wild blue yonder center, a unsubtle chest and muscular frame. When he turns 18, he is called forth by the King. In the interest of alien insurance and populace image, the male monarch has deemed it sentence for Taryn to speculation to the Western borders of the Empire. There, a trench and old forest forms a natural water parting between the fair and bountiful domain of XXX, and the unknown quantity Westlands. To further understanding of the creation beyond the border, a missionary station will be sent to research the forest and its denizen. Taryn will be sent ahead with a small contingent of soldiers as a scouting party.

Taryn woke up and felt he could not catch some Z's any more, so he got up and put on his clothes. Instead of his regular, princely clothes, with the recognizable royal colouring and emblazoned with the royal Navy 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 belt, got his satchel, and opened the room access quietly. He looked around and noticed that the humble village near the boundary of the woods where they were staying was still silent. He figured if he wanted to really search this area, he could not be surrounded by guards and diplomatist, so he might as well sneak out for a first exploring trip right now. Instead of going down the stairs leading to the main hall of the wooden house, he turned the street corner and walked down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall towards the kitchen. He went down the back stairs and, still walking quietly, made it to the plump for door. After one last look back at the Village, which was still sleeping, he made for the edge of the Mrs. Henry Wood, ready to see what these wild realm have to offer..

While there was no wall or oceanic abyss here, it was pass what the boundary line was : the tree occupation was stark and enlighten, as though kept up by gardeners. Taryn knew this was not so, and that many whodunit surround these forest, there border 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 observe this river, he would, at some point, arrive at a lookout full point at the foot of the mountains in the West. Listening closely for any sounds of piss, and looking around carefully to remember most 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 tangle of branch, folio, and undergrowth made walking and navigating difficult, but Taryn ventured deep into the forest. He had walked for what felt like a few hr when he decided to deal a rest. His safety would most likely be looking for him by now, in and around the hamlet, most likely thinking he was with some bonnie maid of the village. He was not too apprehensive and stood up after a few minute of arc, stretched, and continued on.

By now, the trees were blockheaded and more overgrown than he had ever seen before, and he saw industrial plant he never heard or read of in his life. In accession to the sounds of strange birds or critters in the distance, he thought the bang of H2O 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 face to font with an orc. He had known somewhat civilized orcs in the metropolis, and heard of many early tribe spread all around the empire and beyond. The orc was as tall as he was, but bulkier and hunched over, with recollective, powerful limb dangling alongside him. His face was a dark grey color, his dentition looked miserly and his glowering 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 blazonry grab him around his arm and neck 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 manpower tied behind his back and his feet tied to the stump.

The orcs stripped him naked and started touching him. Taryn commanded them to barricade and threatened to bring the army here if they did not obey, but was silenced when the orc in nominal head of him slapped his face. He lowered his drawers and pulled out his semitrailer hard pecker. It was the Same color as the residuum of his skin and looked roughly like that of a human, but great. Taryn was awe struck and stared at it, until the orc slapped him with it and put it to his sassing. Taryn turned his face away and closed his oculus, but the orc slapped him again before pushing his shaft in the princes back talk. He still resisted, but then felt the other orc spread his ass brass. 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 trail the most beautiful cleaning woman. Now he was bent-grass over a log, about to get raped by two orcs. He felt the magnanimous, grey penis energy 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 delight have mercy and that they will be richly rewarded if they only stopped now. He felt a hard smack on his ass and gagged on the hard dick in his mouth, which started to move in and out at a steady rate. The indorse orc cock found his dickhead, wet but still a virgin, and started to push against his stringent anatomical sphincter. He felt another slap on his ass, and another one, before another deep push. His ass stretched as the pass slid in with the spit as lubrication, but as the orc went deeper with each stroke, it soon began to elongate beyond what seemed potential. Taryn screamed as the tremendous thing penetrated his Virgo the Virgin asshole, stretching it in by inch. To make thing worse, the good deal of his asshole being destroyed made the early orc even corneous, so he grabbed the princes pilus with one hired man and his own dick with the other. Taryn 's wow was cut unawares as the orc slammed his prick into his throat and started fucking his grimace.

He felt strong hands with sharply 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 pain in his ass numbed after a while and he had to metre his breathing with the facefucking to stay conscious. Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his pelvic arch and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The strokes became recondite and quick, and after a few seconds the long, thick cock exploded with cum. Hot, thick Wave of cum filled Taryn 's ass and started dripping down his balls as the fucking continued for a few more slash. 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, footsteps became audible from behind some President George W. Bush. 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 footsteps : a large, dark Centaur with blackness manes and tan skin, with a mark across his chest. Taryn had read about centaurs and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to encounter them on his travelling, but not this way. He could only heave at the enormous horse prick swinging beneath the Centaur hind legs as he approached. Without hesitating, he mounted Taryn and laid his prospicient, warm 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 Equus caballus dick start to pound at his asshole, still gaping and wet from his violent anal rapine just a few arcminute ago. The centaur bucked a few prison term, missing the mark each clock time, but finally found its goal. The burn up tip stretched the gawk asshole open even further as TAryn gasped and cringed. The horse cock pushed on, stretching the princes asshole even further and deep, 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 external respiration, wondering how much more his ass would have to stomach.

The Centaurus pulled back and started bucking, fucking Taryns virgin ass and using him for his joy. The prince moaned and shut his eyes, trying not to think 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 sawbuck hammer 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 loads of gooey, thich cum into his ass. He felt it fill up up his ass, warm strings deep inside him and streaming along the sawhorse cock 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, acute stretching, he now felt his ass empty. The foot long, wet, still erect phallus 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 fret and cum and his ass gaping from the brutal roll in the hay he had just received. As the orcs and centaur started to move away, he felt himself lose conciousness ...