Ride her face

Maintaining your grip you guide her mouth to the tip of your throbbing erection. Her tongue darts out to taste a glistening drop beading on the head of your shaft. Her nimble organ captures the pre-cum and slides back into her mouth. “Mmmh,” Marilee’s eyes close as she savors the taste. “Just the way I like it. Are you gonna fuck my mouth with this big cock?” You swear you got even harder when she said that.
Eagerly, you press your cock against her puckered lips. She opens up and you groan as you feel the fauns hot breath on you cock for the first time. Your hips buck involuntarily, driving your dick into the fauns mouth. Her lips close around the shaft and you barely manage to hold still as her hot tongue bathes the underside of your cock. The faun hums softly and the vibrations send signals into the deepest recesses of your mind.
Your hands shake and your vision tints red. Your whole body trembles as you gently pull Marilee of your cock. Marilee locks up at you, worried, “What’s wrong?” Your only response is a low rumble in the back of your throat. Roughly, you reposition the little faun and line the head of your cock with her mouth. “Alex, what’s MPH!” You shove your cock into her mouth, not stopping until you meet the back of her throat. You pump impatiently against the barrier, listening to her gag, before tilting her head back pointing her face at the sky. You drive your shaft forward once more. You press insistently against the entrance to the fauns throat, wordlessly demanding access to the entrance to her fuckhole. Marilee struggles in your relentless grip for a moment before relaxing, her throat opening up accepting your cock.
You throw back your head and roar as your balls slap against her chin. You don’t give her time to adjust to your length, you simply draw back and fuck yourself back into her throat. You fuck her harder and harder, your pistoning hips blur as you roar your pleasure into the sky. With a final bellow you slam yourself home in her stretched throat, pumping you load directly into her stomach.
Pulling out, you release the faun and step back to admire your handiwork. Marilee is a mess, tears and saliva drying on her face. Both her hands are between her legs, one rubbing her clit the other pumping her pussy with her fingers. Liquid drips past her fingers adding to the small puddle forming on the ground beneath her. Some dark, primal part of your brain takes note of the glazed eyes and whimpering moans of the faun.
At just level three, and still a runt of a minotaur you had taken a faun and left her drooling mess. If this was what you could do now, what could you do if you were even stronger?