Faerie Honey Feeding

//Giving honey to caught faerie
You have a [i: very] particular idea for how you'd like to handle this little fae, now that you have her in your grasp. Bee honey is usually a mild aphrodesiac, but given the faeries' affinity for fluids, you'd really like to see how they react to it. The tiny woman struggles in your [hand], evidently unnerved by the intense look you're giving her. But you're not planning on hurting her, no, you're going to give her a sweet treat.

[say: Uh, hey, that's a scary face you've got going on there. I, uh, I hope there's not gonna be any trouble or anything...]

You don't answer her question, instead simply lowering your hand into your free pouch, making the faerie writhe with apprehension while she awaits whatever you have planned for her. You slowly pull the bottle of honey from your bag, giving her quite the show, making her mind run wild with the possibilities, until the label finally comes into—

[say: Wait, is that all? You really had me going there for a sec, but if it was just—]

You cut the little tart off by shoving the tip of your [if (claws) claw|finger] in her mouth, easily filling it. She actually moans into you, apparently not minding a little rough treatment. But she is most certainly underestimating the situation she's in.

After you slowly retract your digit from her open mouth, the faerie lets it loll open, waiting placidly for your next move. Well if she's content to let you have your fun, you'll go right ahead. You uncork the bottle and scoop out a large glob with your [claw|finger], enjoying for a moment its sickly-sweet scent before raising it to the girl's mouth. She can't help but let out a giggle as you slide along her tongue once again, and when you pull back, you drag it down, rubbing against the rough texture.

[say: Mmmm... That was actually pretty good, can I have an—]

Her mouth should be put to better use than that, so you quickly fill it again, beginning to ladle scoop after scoop of honey into her waiting maw. The faerie eats the stuff up, getting more and more intoxicated without even realizing it.

[say: Mmh... I feel... kinda funny. Whaddis that?]

She's slurring her words now, but you're less than halfway through the bottle. When your fingers don't show any signs of stopping or even slowing their pace, the first signs of worry start to show on the girl's face, but it's far too late for her to struggle free at this point.

[say: Hey, whadd're yuh... *hic*... what're you doing to me?]

Her eyes are starting to haze over a bit now, but she's been such a good girl for you that you think you can show her a little kindness. That is, you'll make the rest of this go quickly. When the faerie sees you start to raise the bottle towards her, she somehow manages to find strength enough in her limbs to squirm around once more, but nowhere near enough to actually break free.

[say: Noooo... shtop, I *hic* caaaaaan't. Puhleeease.]

But her protestations only make it easier to jam the bottle in her open mouth, silencing her cries. You slowly tilt it up, letting the viscous fluid flow towards the helpless faerie, whose chest pounds in your grip. However, when the sweet nectar finally does reach her, her eyes roll back in bliss, and she gladly guzzles the honey. Hot moans manage to slip out around the bottle as the little fae completely loses herself to pleasure.

Her legs jitter against your [claws|fingers] as she lets loose, her dampness quickly making her slick enough that you almost let her slip from your hand. You're not sure if she's still conscious, as she's gone completely limp, but she's not rejecting the bottle, so you don't stop. And still the honey flows, sliding out of the glass and into her throat, good until the last drop.

Finally spent, the bottle clatters to the ground as you toss it away. The fae coughs and sputters a bit, but the manic grin on her face is evidence of how much she enjoyed that. She looks surprisingly hale for something that just swallowed its own bodyweight in honey, but you suppose that faeries must be good with fluids.

[say: Uhhhhhhh...] is all she manages to say in this state, but after a moment, her eyes refocus, and she seems to regain some semblance of consciousness.

You set her down on a nearby branch, but she immediately starts to stumble around, clearly unable to keep her balance.

[say: Thanksh, friend, I... *hic*... You're a real pal. I had noooooo idea honey was sho good... Immnot gonna forget about you.]

She gives you a mock salute before trying to take off and quickly careening straight into a tree trunk. However, she recovers admirably, patting herself off and trying to fly away again, this time successfully, but trailing an erratic, zig-zag path of destruction behind her. The sight is quite amusing, but you figure that she'll probably be okay, given her uncanny durability.