I'd been dating my boyfriend, Astaroth, for several months now. He was a wonderful boyfriend, but I had certain... urges, urges he couldn't fulfill for me.

I was walking through the woods to meet Astaroth: He'd told me he had a surprise waiting for me, in a clearing deep in the forest. After several minutes tramping through the dense undergrowth, I caught sight of him up ahead, waving to me. He was wearing his studded black leather jacket over a tight white shirt that clearly showed off his abs and pierced nipples, and black jeans that hugged his hips tightly.

"${name}!" Astaroth shouted eagerly: "Come look at what I got you!"

He excitedly led me over to a tree stump, on top of which I saw a small fairy, her wrists and ankles bound by twine. Astaroth picked the struggling fairy up by the wings, and as I watched the tiny creature wince in pain, I felt a sadistic glee stirring inside me.

"Tell my boyfriend your name!" Astaroth ordered, prodding the fairy in the stomach.

"I-it's Ivy." whimpered the fairy, looking up at me with pleading eyes. "My name is Ivy. Please don't hurt me!"

Ignoring the fairy's pleas, Astaroth beamed at me, his face lit up with excitement.

"Do you like it?" Astaroth asked: "I know you've been wanting to try some rougher stuff..."

Handing the tiny fairy to you, Astaroth pulled down his jeans and boxers. Sitting down on the stump, he spread his legs and began stroking his thick cock.

"Impress me," Astaroth panted, clearly getting into this: "I want to see you destroy her."

I looked down at the diminutive fairy, feeling a shiver of cruel delight run through my body.