Remedy: "Go use the fauns"

A chortle escaped from the faerie's lips, playfully teasing you "Have a thing for faun boys, ay?" You glance down at the ground visibly blushing. "Now, now. No need to be embarrassed. I'd be lying if I said I've never lied with one myself. They are quite a riley people." He continues on just as you were about to interject a question, "Also, allow me to quell any concerns you have. The fauns are notorious for their kinkiness for being dominated. They absolutely adore it. The 'hunt' excites them. Pain excites them. Though, they are quite a hardy people despite their fragile demeanors. You could throw a rock at them and the rock would break before their skin is cut." He laughs while musinc the thought. Then, smirks knowingly as he pauses. He leans down to ear and whispers, "Don't hold back. Go hunt." Rising up you dash away.

The sun is just rising as you look throughout the forest. Until finally, you spot a group of four fauns picking flowers in a small clearing. They're supple smooth torsos contrasting starkly with their hairy hooved legs. Each has short curly locks of auburn hair with stout horns sticking out slightly above their ears.

They're all chatting jovially amongst themselves. Your cock aches at the sight of their cute little asses. The fauns are easily half your height, perfectly sized to pick up in your hands. You can't think of a plan other than going for it. Roaring as you charge out of the bushes, the fauns scream out in surprise. Your cock swings and bobs wildly as you rush them. They turn to run but you harshly swat two down to the ground. The pick up the third by the waist and chuck him towards the fourth, they tumble to the ground.

You grab the bodies of the two you swatted and drop them on top of the pile of the other two. They're all a little dazed from shock. You grab two of their heads and press their faces deep into your ballsack. The musk fills them as they desperately inhale for breath. Soon they calm, eyes dilated. You grab the heads of the other two fauns, giving them the same treatment until they, too, are intoxicated.

All you need now is command them. You utter one strong, clear word, "Lick."

All four of the fauns begin desperately licking up and down your immense shaft. Beads of precum stream from your dick. They each lap it up as it covers their mouths, dripping off their chins. One goes to the source, drinking your precum straight from the tap. You admire his gusto. Now to reward him by breaking him. Your one hand envelops his entire small head as you grab hold of it. Pressing down, your cock slow slips deeper into his mouth. The entrance to his throat yields with no resistance. His throat is extremely tight and warm, eliciting a groan from you. Further and further he goes. You're not stopping. As your dick prods against the entrance into his stomach, his eyes dart open. In full lucidity, he begins thrashing. Attempting to plead, but the vibrations only serve to hum through your dick. You reach down, and grab ahold of his waist for better leverage. Yanking down, his body juts forward. Your dick pops into his stomach, filling the cavity. He convulses violently. All the while the other fauns peacefully lick his body. His manges to whack one of the fauns hard enough that he flies back onto his butt. Rubbing his head as he sits up, a look of panic flushes over him. He turns and rises to run. Before he can even take the first step, you grab his leg, swinging him into the air. Hanging upside down, he thrashes about while shouting obscenities at you, occasionally bleating angrily. You tire of this one, you gently punch him in the stomach. A bruise forms on his belly as he grabs it. Like trash, you drop him onto the ground. He curls up as he shakes, eventually passing out. The throat-cocksleeve has finally stops its lovely vibration massage. This comes with a tinge of disappointment. His lil heartbeat still strong as you unlodge your dick from his throat and stomach. It comes out covered in bodily fluids, drool, phlegm, precum, juices. You toss the used thrussy onto the ground. His limp body lands with a squilsh. Now, two obedient faunboys remain.

You give another command, "Ride me." The two attempt to mount you simultaneously, but push each other, getting into a fight. You huff and pick one up and swiftly slamming him down onto your dick till his cute lil tail is tickling your pelvis. Needless to say, the obscene bulge of his abdomen turns shades of blue and purple as he twitches, convulsions rocking his body. Foam bubbles out of his mouth and nose before slumping over. His heartbeat still pumps strongly, you feel it with your dick. Taken care of, his body is also tossed aside. The lucky one faun remains as he excitedly mounts your dick. It rests at the entrance of his cute little hole. His tail flutters excitedly as he begins lowering himself. He wails out in euphoria as he adamantly squirms to allow your dick to go deeper. The faun heaves triumphantly as he bottoms out. He excitedly squeezes the towering bulge emitting from his stomach. Gurgling moans escape his mouth as he forces himself up and down onto your dick. No doubt, an incredible feat.

He continues to ride you with such vigour that you needn't grab ahold of him. Soon you swell, the faun feels it as well. Giddy laughs fill the air before he shouts slurred, "Yeash! YEASCH! CUOM ING MEHHH!!!" With that, he slams down one final time as your dick rumbles. His stomach visibly distends as the wades of cum travel in your dick before blasting powerfully through his body. Only two pumps in and a stream gushes out of his mouth. As cum gushes out his mouth, he smiles. Both eyes are drift around as both eyelid droop up and down lazily. After several minutes, the flowers around you are saturated in cum. The pool goes so far out that even the other fauns are in it. The valiant faun who rode you is out cold. Cum still pouring out of his nostrils and mouth, and a smile still plastered onto his face. You gently lift him off and set him over in a dry area, nestled amongst soft grasses. Cum leaks out of his ass. His belly bulging as if pregnant. Despite all of this, he looks peaceful. You leave the clearing of flowers and make your way back towards the pond.