Guard duty was lonely, lonely.
No one attacked the flowers in the trees. It would be utter madness.
Still, the terms of the truce dictated that that fae protect the forest, so here I was.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
It was a lovely day.
The sun was working.
The birds were gossiping.
The squirrels were making love.
Making love.
It had been a while.
Just the thought of it made my manhood swell.
I missed the touch of another.
Still, nothing would come of it, I feared........
It was then I saw the mortal.
And thoughts of mischief and mayhem entered my horny little head.....