Of Honey and Mead

~Of Honey and Mead

Pubs this regional rarely saw anything like them. Milani and Amani were twin faeries and while barely six inches tall, they had the attitude of someone six feet tall. The way they fluttered into the establishment said ‘I own this place’. Heads turned to watch them as they flew to the bar. Touching down among a clear space between the empty bowls and upturned mugs, the two faries swaggered in their stride, not shy about flaunting their bodies. Identical in nearly every way, it was their hair that told them apart, Milani’s purple tresses ended at her shoulders, while Amani at her waist. Their pink eyes scanned for the barkeep, who approached cautiously. Milani held up a tiny bag of holding, while Amani helped stretch it open, almost to her own height, and tolled a single gold coin onto the counter.
	“Hello my good man,” said Milani as she closed the bag, “We would very much like to get hammered.”
	“Tanked even,” added Amani
	“Utterly shitfaced.”
	“So fucking wrecked we can’t spell our own faces!”
The barkeep wasn’t accustomed to such earnestness, but a gold piece was a lot of money. Besides, who was he to care who drank at his pub provided they had the coin?
In the end, he only had one question for the duo.
	“Pick your poison.”
	“I like sweet things!” chirped Amani.
	“Well, you are a sweet thing,” said the barkeep, “but might I suggest the honeyed mead?”
	“Two pints to start then,” said Milani.
The barkeep returned after a couple of moments with the pints, placing them on the counter. Amani and Milani both wondered aloud about how they were going to handle the complex logistics of pint to mouth, considering that the faeries were small enough to bathe in the mugs. The problem was solved when the barkeep returned with a bowl and a pair of thimbles. After handing the faeries the more appropriately sized drinking containers, he poured some of the mead into the bowl, making it easier for them to get their drink. Milani giggled a thank you.
A murmur began over the pub, patrons asking hushed questions about the two. Speculations and tall tales formed about their presence. The reality was too simple to be believable: the fairies just happened to like their drink. Slowly, some patrons shuffled over to get a better look, while others were dismissive and returned to their conversations and card games. The twins however were just enjoying the mead, clutching the thimbles in both hands when they took a swig.
It was the bartender who first struck up conversation with the two, “So… you ladies aren’t from around here are you?”
	“No,” replied Amani, “We’re just travelling the countryside, mostly doing adventurer work. Why do you ask?” she gave a tiny hiccup.
	“Well, we don’t get many ladies in a mining town. We don’t get many faeries either, so there’s two things that make me curious.”
	“Oh, was wondering why there weren’t any wenches!” Milani said as she downed another thimble, “Damn… I was hoping…”
	“So, how long were you planning to stay?” asked the barkeep.
	“Just the night,” Amani dredged her thimble in the bowl for another drink, “we rarely stay in any one spot long, wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves!”
	“Well,” the barkeep topped up the bowl, “at least enjoy yourselves while you’re here…”
	“There’s the problem already,” interjected Milani, “I’m two thimbles in, this place is fucking quiet and there aren’t even any wenches for me to gawk at. I suppose some of the younger lads in here are quite strapping…”
	“Well, there’s not much I can do about that unless you want to liven the place up yourselves. I guess that comes down to whether or not you like being at the centre of attention. We don’t get much in the way of entertainment. I can’t even remember the last time we got a passing bard. What we do have in spades is poker and ale.”
Milani grimaced, but kept drinking all the same, “We’d probably succeed there in a bit,” her face reddened with each successive gulp.
	“Oh, I have no doubt,” said the barkeep.
Surely enough, it only took two more thimbles worth of mead for the twins to start chatting with some of the patrons, asking probing questions about each other’s lifestyles.
	“So… you let that little canary die?” Amani was admonishing one of the miners, “That’s really mean, you big meanie! If you weren’t forty times my size, I’d take you on right now!”
The miners laughed it off but quickly changed the subject as not to offend. Milani launched into a rant a about how faerie villages use wizards to circumvent most mining problems, Amany started undoing her tunic. By the time Milani realised what was happening, Amani was stark naked, arching her back in a massive stretch. Her chest puffed out and her wings flexed.
	“Really?” Milani wore a sheepish expression
	“I feel dirty!” whined Amani, making a little skipping motion that caused her cherry sized breasts to jiggle, much to the delight of the gathered men, “So, I’m taking a bath!”
	“A bath? In what?”
Amani answered that question by climbing up the side of the unused pint. As she got to the rum of the mug, she leant over, giving the men a little wiggle of her butt before diving in. She emerged with some theatrics as she spat a stream of mead into the air, which cascaded on her breasts. Milani considered admonishing her, but another thought crossed her mind. A thought that could have some net gain to it.
Milani turned to the men, “See that guys? Like what you see?”
Some nods of approval and some sly grins were all the answers she needed.
	“Alright, bear with me…” she tuened and beckoned the barkeep over, explaining her idea. He gave a nod when she finished.
He disappeared for a moment and re-emerged with a large bowl of honey. Milani turned to the pint and stripped off, taking the time to make a show of it for the men. Milani was a lot slighter than Amani, narrower hips and washboard-flat bust. She climbed up the mug and with a sly wink to all the onlookers, dove on top of her sister. When the splash died down and the two faeries surfaced, Amani gave her twin an indignant glare, “What was that for?”
Milani smirked and leant in, whispering quickly, “I made a deal with the barkeep… come on out and dry yourself off, I’ll explain everything…”
	“What kind of deal?”
	“50%”
	“Of what?”
	“Of the show we’re going to put on silly!”
Milani vaulted out of the mug, while Amani whined that she was warm in there and only reluctantly followed. The two of them made their way over to a tower set out by the barkeep.
	“Alright gang,” said the barkeep, “These fine young ladies have stripped down for you sleazy fucks for free, but Milani here has just made an offer, one copper each for everyone who wants to watch her and her lovely sister, Amani, wrestle in this bowl of honey. Feel free to place bets folks, but remember, this is a friendly game.”
	“That’s… your grand idea?” Amani was wide-eyed.
	“It’s been two weeks since we found work and I found a way to mitigate expenses. Got a problem with that?”
	“Well I’m naked and don’t want to be broke, so…”
Amani wandered over to the bowl and noticed the coins immediately flowing to the barkeep. The sheer volume of money made the idea that much more appealing.
Milani approached the bowl from the other side, making a bit of a spectacle of it.
	“Alright,” said the barkeep, “For those of you who can’t tell them apart, Amani’s the long haired one with the gorgeous bust, Milani’s the shorter haired one with the deliciously dainty frame.”
He then looked down at the faeries, “Whenever you’re ready ladies. Remember, no flight, no teeth, stay in the honey and have fun.”
Amani grinned and immediately jumped, a single flap of her wings boosting her height. She came down upon Milani from above, diving into the tackle and landing in a roll. Milani managed to deflect her off and tried to run for her, but the honey was viscous and slowed her steps. Amani, mostly covered in honey, tried to grapple with Milani but quickly slid off. Milani repaid the favour by shoving her back with her feet and diving on top of her. Back and forth they grappled and writherd, smothered in honey and unable to get a solid grip. Steadily, more patrons came to watch until everyone who chose to remain in the pub watched.
It took some careful manouvering, but eventually Amani managed to overcome both the honey and her own drunken haze and rammed her hip into Milani’s side, pinning her down for the ten seconds needed for victory.
Money was rapidly changing hands as bets were won. Meanwhile, Amani helped her sister up and the two of them gave a bow, before they flopped back and sat down.
	“We should get cleaned up,” said Amani.
	“We should…” agreed Milani.
	“But the towel’s all the way over there!”
	“And I don’t want to get up!”
	“And I don’t want to waste good honey!”
Milani agreed fervently, but then an idea sparked in her head, running on the drunken equivalent of ‘logic’. She took up her sister’s arm and started licking the honey off.
	“What are you doing?”
	“Fixing all our problems, this way we don’t need to get up, use a towel or waste the honey!”
	“Oh… sure, that makes sense!” Amani nodded with a smile, “But this stuff’s riding up some places I can’t reach. I can get my own arms though…”
	“What can’t you reach?”
	“Upper thighs, gut, back… obvious places!”
Milani’s brow furrowed, but dismissed her sister’s snapping as discomfort. She quickly took inventory of what would make her react that way. The logic itself was innocent enough; in record time Milani calculated where the most uncomfortable place to have anything caught was and went for it.
 She shoved Amani over, making a tiny splash in the honey, and dove face first between her sister’s legs, lapping up all the honey she could. Amani tried to protest, but the gentle tingling sensation was just too relaxing. It just felt too good for her to care.
The barkeep immediately capitalised on this, when he charged everyone watching ten copper to stay. No one refused payment.
Milani lapped at Amani’s pussy, making sure to get every drop of honey caught around the vulva. She spent some time under the hood too, giving the clit a good, hard, long clean. Amani gave a cry, but cupped a hand over her mouth in case it distracted Milani. Her sister however didn’t notice and kept working, moving downward when she was satisfied that the clit was clean. She parting the lips and running her tongue along the outside, lapping up every last little droplet. She then turned her attention inward, slipping her tongue inside, wrapping her lips around the opening just in case she missed anything. Amani wasn’t even trying to stop her cries, she ran her fingers through Milani’s hair and pressed her face deeper. She lifted her hips, rolling them back to allow deeper entry, silently wishing Milani to press onward. Instead, Milani tried to withdraw, mumbling an indistinct “I got it all”.
	“No, you didn’t!” shouted Amani over her, desperation clung onto every word.
	“But I can’t taste any-“
	“Deeper, some rode up really deep! Like, right up inside, all the way inside!”
	“But-“
Amani silenced her by pulling her head down. Milani got the idea quickly and continued probing for the imaginary, errant honey. Amani was just grateful that Milani seemed to know what she was doing, and as a result she could pick up right where she left off. As Milani worked, causing Amani to occasionally twitch and spasm, Amani massaged her own voluminous breasts, starting with slow, gentle strokes.
As Minali probed deeper, penetrating her as hard as she could, Amani found herself writing against her sister’s sumptuous lips. Milani made a strange murmur, trying to say that she thought she finally found it. She hooked her tongue back and rolled the tip along Amani’s g-spot. Amani shuddered at the sensation, her chest heaving as her breaths quickened. Her moans became cries as Milani pressed harder, determined to get at the sweet juices.
Within moments, Amani found herself clutching into the back of Milani’s had, pressing her face as hard as she could as her body writhed uncontrollably on her.
Moments later, Milani found that she had to fight against Amani to keep probing as her body tensed and seized. Then, with on ecstatic cry, a sweet fluid issued forth onto Milani’s tongue. She lapped it up as Amani’s writing slowed.
	“Got it!” chimed Milani.
	“Yes… Yes you did…” sighed Amani, trying to steady her breathing.
	“Still got the rest of you to clean…”
	“I think you’ve been craning your neck long enough. Come here…”
Amani gently pulled Milani onto herself and cradled her sister in her lap. Milani started licking up the honey from Amani’s belly.
	“Stop that, it tickles!” Amani drew Milani’s head up to her breasts, “Besides, these need it more.”
Milani didn’t hesitate as she ran her tongue along the underside of Amani’s breast, savouring the honey as she did.
Amani however believed one good turn deserved another. She reached down and gently parted Milani’s legs, before running her fingers along the outside of her pussy. When she got no protests, she continued on, parting the lips and flexing one of her gossamer wings, arcing it to a rough point, before slipping the tip inside.
Milani gave a moan and a startled jump. She looked up at Amani, who had taken to using her fingers on her clit.
	“We do have an audience, remember?”
	“This was all your idea… besides, I don’t hear you complaining…”
Milani weighed both points and conceded, wrapping her lips around Amani’s nipple and suckling. She flexed a wing up, angling it between Amani’s legs and rubbed her pussy with the surface.
The favour was reciprocated with Amani thrust her wing harder and deeper. Every time she withdrew it for the next thrust, she opened the wing slightly, causing the tip to fan out. Milani increased her pace and had taken to massaging Amani’s other breast, gently sinking her fingers into it every time Amani made her shudder or moan. Amani was beaming from ear to ear, Milani was giving such a pleasant massage, hand tongue and wing all working to make her more and more relaxed by the second.
Milani however was tensing and having trouble keeping her pace steady. Amani had taken to rotating her wing on every thrust, a simple change in technique that cracked Milani’s composure. She released Amani’s nipple, unable to hold on any more as her tiny frame issued moans that filled the room. Her skin became splotchy with ret patches as her breathing became increasingly uneven. She could barely see Amani, especially as she couldn’t stop her eyes roll rolling back, but she felt Amani’s lips against her forehead and could hear her soothing voice.
	“I love you so much sis…”
Milani dug her fingernails into Amani’s arm as her body tensed, a dam trying to hold back a tidal wave. Her composure cracked further with every thrust, every kiss and every tender sweet nothing.
The dam collapsed and her choked cries will the bar. In one instant, her body tensed everything it had then relaxed, flooding her body with orgiastic joy. Amani tenderly stroked her hair all the while Milani was cumming, right until her breathing evened out and she opened her eyes again.
	“You know… we should do that again sober,” Milani said between breaths.
	“Maybe later, we still have an audience you know…” replied Amani.
	“How much coin did we make?”
	“A lot.”
	“Well, I’m happy to keep earning more, you?”
	“As long as I’m with you sis… I’ll do anything…”