"I don't get it."

"...What is it this time?" Snarled the young maid back at her partner, refusing to open her eyes as she buried her face into her sizable, custom made, and very expensive, devilsilk pillow. The soft material felt even better against her skin than advertised, she idly thought as she attempted to will herself awake and listen to her partner's unavoidable ramblings.

"Whatever goes through that bitch's head, is what," her partner began, straightening he back. "Do you think she gets off on it or-- Can't you at least look at me while I'm talking to you!? If you're going to sleep while on the job, the least you can do is indulge me a little!"

With a deep sigh, Maribelle stirred from her patch of grass and turned her head towards her partner, her golden locks clashing against the ashen pillow. The two maids were laying low between some bushes in the Queen's Gardens in wait for their prey, all due to a spontaneous request made by the princess at the earliest hours of the morning.

Both maids sat in silence as they both glared daggers at each other until Maribelle spat her reply. "For starters, I am trying to sleep on the job because a certain someone, for once not you, was gracious enough to interrupt my beauty sleep with childish requests. So I'd say I'm doing plenty just by being present.

Maribelle's head fell unceremoniously once again onto the pillow, losing herself on the comfortable sensation, as what little reserves of venom she had recovered during the night were already depleted. "Now, are you talking about the bitch with a 'P' or with a 'B'?"

"Oh! The Petty Princess of course!" Nepucci's eyes lit up as her partner gave her the implicit permission to go on, having quickly forgotten about any issue that had arisen with Maribelle moments prior. "She sends someone up to our room before the sun is even out, like she owns the damn place, then orders us to find her a bloody invisible magical critter by the days end!"

"...Just because you can't them doesn't mean they're invisible."

"That's literally what invisible means, you pedantic harlot!" Exclaimed her temperamental partner as she stood up and ran her fingers through her green-dyed hair in an exasperated manner, this was obviously a topic that many had previously debated with her to no result.

"Right," there was no need to push the issue, so Maribelle decided to move on. "But yes, I believe she does get off on it. Both her bothersome requests and the critters, that is."

Nepucci sat down, crossing her legs as one hand lazily finished combing her hair in an attempt to fix her bob cut. "That's disgusting."

"Don't you get off on that too?"

"I meant the 'critters' part. There's wrong nothing with getting off on taking the piss out of someone, I'll have you know." She pushed down on her own black and white uniform's skirt, applying pressure directly to her crotch in a crude attempt at emphasis; although Maribelle wasn't giving her the laziest of glances. Not that it made a difference to either of them.

"Lord, I pity Kaathe."

Nepucci's glare returned as she tasted a familiar metallic flavor on her tongue while biting down on it, halting any further remarks on the topic, to avoid embarrassing herself any further in front of her partner. The blonde knew how to work her up.

They both laid there in serene silence for a couple more minutes, one drifting to sleep while the other lost herself deep in thought. The Queen's Gardens were a beautiful place, that fact was undeniable. From the abundant exotic flora that gave the place a mixture of unique aromas, none of them unpleasant, to the small artificial lake and even the docile fauna that was allowed to frolic in the otherwise private environment.

They had both heard the rumors of fairies that grew to enjoy living in this place, they were not hard to believe all things considered. But having been tasked to not only prove the rumor to be correct, but to also find a way to capture a living fairy as per the princess's request in such short notice was outrageous.

Despite never having seen one, Nepucci knew very well what that entailed. Fairies were small and delicate creatures, yet they were well known to be the troublemakers and tricksters of the magic world. Under normal circumstances it'd be a wonder for such creatures to avoid, well, extinction for so long. But of course, as fae, they were anything but normal.

The small humanoids were blessed with the uncanny ability to avoid detection, that is to say, if they didn't want you to know they were there you would not know they were there. They could literally be dancing on their heads and they'd be none the wiser.

An ability so enviable seemed wasted in the little pests. Such was the frustrating nature of the fey-kin.

Nepucci was starting to grow frustrated once again, anxiously tapping her foot as she subconsciously prepared herself to nag her partner once more. But the sound of Maribelle's voice halted that notion. "You know... I've heard that fairies like honey."

---

Fairies.

A rather unusual request coming even from Her Highness, no doubt. As far as anyone involved was aware, the princess was quite content with her current pet. The implications from desiring to make a jump from a human to a fey should not be understated.

The fey were known for being wild, untameable and all-around a pain to deal with, and fairies were often considered to be the very embodiment of these traits. While humans were practically the opposite, being highly adaptable to any situation, eventually coming to accept whichever fate life dealt to them.

Despite the look of concentration on her face as she was hard at work, Kaathe's mind had already wandered off trying to put together the pieces of an unknown puzzle. Ideas of what may lie behind the princess' rather peculiar request.

Her fingers weaved the imported silk in an almost mechanical dance, having already settled on the shape of the garment, her years of practice once again took over as she put the needles to work.

Kaathe had already had encounters with the fairy folk. The small humanoids were a shy yet playful bunch, they enjoyed playing pranks and being mild nuisances for the big folk but rarely went farther than the occasional stolen shoe; although some tales begged to differ.

They were free spirits, graceful, playful and seemingly ageless. Untainted. They had short tempers, kind hearts and a bad habit of wandering after whichever new thing caught their glance on a whim.

You'd have to be a real cunt to mess with the fairies, is what I'm trying to say.

Yet the princess ordered the capture and imprisonment of at least one specimen. This was, as usual, unprovoked, unsavory, deplorable, disgusting, icky and highly illegal.

What's that? Most of those words mean the same thing? Ridiculous, they are different words for a reason.

Regardless, it's not like it mattered for someone of her standing. If anything, Kaathe counted herself lucky for not being put in charge of the capture itself, despite the fact that she'd have an easier time than her peers.

You see, fairies are some small and frail little things, they couldn't win a fight against my big toe. Their only means of protection in this big, mean world is their unnatural ability to live beneath someone's perception. That is to say, someone that has never seen a fairy could have one picking their nose while sharing a pillow and they'd wouldn't have a clue.

Though some people, like Kaathe, that have been blessed by a past meeting with the fae are allowed to see them regardless. A show of trust, in a way.

So, either the princess didn't know or she allowed Kaathe this small mercy. Both options seemed quite plausible.

"Ouch!" Exclaimed Kaathe under her breath as the sewing needle pierced her skin slightly, her thoughts having drifted too far from her task.

Her task? Sewing little vests to restrain the soon-to-be-captured fairies wings.

Surely, something as crude as tying their wings together with string would do just fine. But allowing the little things some freedom and dignity was worth spending the extra effort. They will also look positively adorable, Kaathe thought.

Nepucci and Maribelle would surely catch at least one, but just to be sure, Kaathe was making four of the little garments. She was thankful for the distraction, as there was still one more thing Kaathe needed to take care of once this was done, but she'd cross that bridge once she got there.

"Kaathe, come here for a second."

A voice called her name from the other side of the room. The familiar voice of her senior and absolute authority regarding anything related to the production and handling of fabrics in the castle, and debatably the entire kingdom, Magnolia.

Kaathe wasted no time in making her way towards the older woman, she knew better than making a senior wait. Magnolia sat at her desk by the room's window, multiple foreign fabrics that seemingly reflected the light in ways Kaathe had never even thought possible before were spread in front of her form. "Ma'am?" Kaathe addressed her superior.

"I know I probably shouldn't ask... But would you mind explaining what exactly are those two doing?" Inquired Magnolia as she pointed at whatever was outside her window, although Kaathe was already getting some ideas.

Outside the window lied a nice view of the Queen's Gardens, an expansive lush natural habitat protected within castle walls for the enjoyment of the royal family and their guests. It was also where her juniors were supposed to hunt down the fairies as per the princess' request.

Kaathe took a look through the window as she quickly made out the distant figure of Maribelle hidden between some bushes, the sleeping blonde's form hardly being a surprise to Kaathe.

The same could not be said about the other maid, however. Just far enough as not to disturb her sleeping partner lied the form of Nepucci, as naked as the day she was born and glistening with some kind of golden hue. Not to mention the rather shameless motions her limbs were making as they spread some unknown substance onto her skin.

Mostly out of politeness, Kaathe quickly averted her flustered gaze. "I am so, so sorry, ma'am! I'll be sure to reprimand them for this indecency," she instinctively apologized for her juniors indiscretion.

"Right. No matter, as I'm sure this has to be related to Her Highness' pranks. I'm counting on you to make them behave themselves in the future." With that, Kaathe was dismissed as Magnolia returned to her task.

Unbelievable. Those two were in a world of trouble once Blenke caught wind of their rather... unconventional bug-catching methods. She'll probably punish Kaathe too, for good measure.

With a heavy sigh, and some rather indecent thought creeping their way into her mind, Kaathe went back to her workbench with renewed vigor, as she settled on getting today's tasks over with and enjoy the rest of her day.

At the very least, before the end of the night, she would be getting some of that.

---

With a flick of her wrist, Kaathe absentmindedly dismissed the two guardsmen who for a moment seemed intent on pestering her as she made her way through the lower levels of the building. They quickly fell in line, of course, as the young maid went on her way through the halls.

Her position as not only one of the royal family's maids, but the protegee of the head maid herself, granted her a certain degree of respect and authority. Something she rarely got to enjoy, her work life mostly consisting of her being ordered around by her superiors, finishing a task and promptly moving on with the next, with little time in between.

Thankfully, since her mistress was taking a day off, once she was done with the princess' request she'd be free for the day. Lucky~, Kaathe hummed to herself as she absentmindedly dismissed another guard.

Getting to actually use her authority every once in a while felt a bit too good for the overworked maid.

Yes. Usually, she'd be busy from dawn until dusk with her regular duties, and every spare moment would be taken away with her mistress' training. Not tonight though! Tonight she'd be free to go beyond the castle's walls and enjoy the city, for once. Something she was very much looking forward to.

Sigh. It had really been entirely too long. As one of the royal family's maids, the duties and restrictions cast upon her were clear, and back when Kaathe had first applied for the job that seemed reasonable enough. But after years of intense training and servitude, it was all chipping away at her sanity.

Being confined to inside the castle walls and worked to the bone drained her mentally rather than physically. The fact that most maids of her standing only got a single night to themselves per month didn't help matters either. But at the very least she and the other maids had learned to make the best of the brief moments of respite.

Lost in thought, Kaathe hadn't paid much attention as she found herself walking past a surprisingly large number of guards and walking down a set of stairs. Hidden from most, the stairs were poorly illuminated all the way through and down for what she estimated to be at least three floors.

Before too long, Kaathe had already reached her destination, an imposing door covered in some kind of red velvet any marked with the kingdom's coat-of-arms. The royal armory.

Situated in one of the most heavily guarded, hidden underground sections of the castle were the royal family's most precious treasures. Only for the use of the kingdom's most renowned knights, were the legendary weapons gathered through years of heroism and conquest.

Kaathe couldn't help but be taken aback by the sight. This was in actuality the first time she would enter the room. She had heard stories from her peers, about the legendary artifacts that awaited behind that door. Each one sharing a rich past and unfathomable power.

Steadying her breath, Kaathe pushed open the door, much heavier than it looked, as she was left in awe as the slightly damp atmosphere around her changed. What was mere moments ago a cold and dimly lit stairway, was now invaded with the pleasant warmth of a spring breeze.

As she peered inside, Kaathe's eyes widened by a sight she would at some earlier point in her life never have thought possible. Mounted on the walls as if they were in a museum's exhibition, which in a way they were, dozens of weapons on display awaited her. All seemingly radiating that calming warmth. All standing proudly for anyone to see.

In a trance, Kaathe took her first step into the room. Words failed her as her eyes bounced from an item to the next. She had heard stories of many of these artifacts and their wielders since she was an infant, so being in their presence was a surreal experience, to say the least.

Without noticing, she had found herself in front of a halberd, seemingly made of a translucent material and without a single dent in its blade. As she extended a hand and reached for the blade she barely noticed her deafening heartbeats, and as her finger graced the material, she nearly felt faint.

Kaathe recalled stories about this very weapon. Wielded by a warrior only known in history as Taiga the Painless, countless wars in the old continent were won by it's might alone. Yet the blade never once showed sings of wear through the ages. And, somehow, this ancient fragment of history now rested right in front of her.

Her thoughts were running wild as she stared dumfounded. But in her stupor, her eyes caught a glimpse of another item. Not too far from her, a quarterstaff so imperfect in its shape that it could only have been a product of mother nature herself. Even as it stood now isolated deep underground, it defiantly grew small branches of vegetation. Gaia's Splinter, she recognized.

An item said to be a gift upon the world by the mother of all giants. Used to reshape the land into a more habitable state.

This pattern continued as Kaathe lost her sense of time. The Twin Blades of the Stormguard, Selene's Spear, the Dawnbreaker, and much more. Each and every artifact telling a story of generations long past as the maid made her way through the room.

Then, without much fanfare or celebration, she reached it. That which she was sent to retrieve.

At the very end of the room, on a small pedestal, rested a small engraved metal case no larger than her hand. Now, as she fell from the high she had been riding until mere moments ago, Kaathe became acutely aware of her increased heart rate; which had blown past deafening to the point where she felt downright sick.

From all the other items in the room, this one was different. Aside from the obvious, this was also the only one Kaathe had had the honor of seeing before.

Lady Day the Ruthless, as she was once known, was a well-known and accomplished treasure hunter. She had raided countless ancient ruins and tombs across the continent, yet she refused to ever keep what riches she found, deciding instead to use those invaluable treasures for the reconstruction and preservation of the very same ruins they were found in. All in a selfless attempt at conserving humanity's history and better the kingdoms economy. But there was a single exception.

Found deep within the ruins of the new continent's oldest kingdom, there once rested a blade forged from gold and sunlight. Wielded by the king of kings, the one responsible for planting the seeds behind every aspect of our modern world. Taking his people on a voyage across the seas, leaving behind the old continent and conquering the promised land.

Lady Day took that sword as her own and brandished it as a protector of the weak, swearing to serve the world the king of kings had given us she gave it the very name of the one who had wielded it before her, Ascalon.

Kaathe gently picked up the case with both hands using her utmost care. Her fingers failed her as her anxiety got the better of her, not being able to will herself into opening the case. She took a deep breath and steadied her resolve. Before she could hesitate again, she swiftly opened the case with an audible click, the contents of which took her breath away.

A tragedy. No, a blasphemy.

The once-mighty blade now truly displayed her status a shortsword, in a cruel, if ironic, way. The comically oversized case drew the point home, as the centimeter long blade had space to spare. Despite this, unlike every other weapon in the armory who only gave the illusion of, the legendary sword pridefully shined with its own mystical energy, as if it wasn't aware of its current situation.

Hesitantly, Kaathe reached for the handle of the sword with two fingers, picking it up for a closer inspection. The once-mighty blade could hardly even be called that anymore. Images of toothpicks much larger than the sword flashed through her mind, as she struggled to push those disrespectful thoughts away.

As curiosity got the better of her. She loosened her grip on the case, letting one of her digits hang free. Kaathe tentatively let the minuscule blade approach her limp finger as she gave herself a small poke.

"Eeep!" Both the sword and the case fell to the ground, the loud clatter of the case far overshadowing the blade's, as an electric shock startled the young maid. Well, seems that despite its appearance, it still works.

Kaathe swiftly kneeled to collect the items she dropped, thankful that no one was around to witness that shameful display.

---

By the gods, how long has it been since she entered the armory!? Kaathe had tried to finish her job as fast as possible to avoid exactly this.

The sun was going at full blast, indicating that it was well past midday. Once Kaathe realized this she bolted at full speed towards the Queen's Gardens to check on her juniors. Unfortunately for her, her fears were confirmed, the two younger maids were nowhere to be found. Nepucci and Maribelle both had a habit of vanishing once their job was finished, leaving whoever wasn't done to pick up after them. Today, it was Kaathe's turn.

If they were not in the gardens that meant they successfully captured a fairy. The issue being that Kaathe had no idea where they put them. Which meant that Kaathe would have to spend however long to find and deliver them. If they hadn't escaped by then, that is.

Thus, Kaathe found herself running through the entire castle looking for any of the two. Without a doubt making a fool out of herself in front of the other personnel as she apologized for her hurry, not that this would be a first. She was widely known by her coworkers as a mostly incompetent and entirely unreliable worker. Barely able to get enough done to not get in trouble.

She tried her best to not let it get to her. But once her juniors got into the picture things took a past worse and straight into shit creek, for a multitude of reasons she didn't have the mental fortitude to recall right at that very moment. Right now her evening was at risk, and she wasn't about to spend her free afternoon playing hide and seek with a-- Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Hey, what's the hurry?"

"Ah, apologies--" Halted Kaathe, turning to address, for the eleventh time in the last 20 minutes, whoever she had bothered by running in the halls, before quickly recognizing the source as her junior, Nepucci. But the reason she cut herself off rested slightly bellow her junior's face, as her eyes fell upon an also familiar set of bare breasts.

A moment passed, yet, despite not being anything special from the size department, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the visage. Their slightly tanned color and surrounding freckles being a telltale sign of their owner's identity.

Although Kaathe noticed something unusual, as some kind of gold-ish substance was spread all over the flesh, glistening with the light. Well, that and the fact they were bare in public.

"Enjoying the view a bit too much aren't we?" Kaathe tore her eyes away from the mounds of flesh and towards their owner's eyes. Only to be met with the smug grin of her junior.

Kaathe felt her embarrassment show itself all over her face as she quickly became flustered. "Ah! I beg you-- Wait, no. What are you doing here, naked of all things!?"

"Heh. You beg, alright. Besides, you didn't seem to have a problem with that a second ago. I thought we were going to need a mop." Nepucci said as she flexed her right arm behind her head and puffed out her chest. Being almost a foot shorter than the younger girl didn't help matters.

Kaathe had to practically tore her eyes away from the breasts to look away. "Whatever. I assume you are done with the fairy."

"Oh, right. We just got done not too long ago. Turns out the little fuckers like both honey and sex. Which, I mean, who doesn't." She accentuated with a lick to the back of her hand.

"Say again?" Kaathe was faced once again with the younger maid's bosom, now realizing where the golden hue came from while also explaining the girl's behavior earlier in the day.

"Yeah, before I knew it these two were stuck to my thighs, kind of like a human flytrap." With her left hand, Nepucci raised a cage that Kaathe had failed to notice before as she proudly displayed her catch.

Inside the brass birdcage, there were two unmistakably humanoid figures. They were flying through what little space was allowed to them in a panic, looking for a way out. The characteristic sound of bells that was their voices resonated weakly through the hallway.

Inching closer to the cage, Kaathe inspected the tiny pair. Both seemed recognizably feminine, a common trait in their species, and measured to approximately four inches tall.

The appearances of the two were as night and day.

Repeatedly hitting the bars, and doing what Kaathe could only assume was a fairy's version of growling, was a dark-skinned specimen. Her red hair seemed like a good fit for her fighting spirit.

At the bottom of the cage, trying in vain to work the lock, was a pale specimen. Coupled with her light blue hair, she created a good contrast with her friend.

Good luck with that lock. But please wait until after we deliver you.

Fairies were known to be as racially diverse as butterflies, that is to say, very. So their appearances being this colorful and different from each other was far from unexpected. Although it was a shame that they were so worked up, Kaathe found herself unable to appreciate the patterns in their wings.

"Now you're eyeing the bugs? Or are you just a bit jealous?" Pulling her now once more flustered senior from her trance, Nepucci now stood mere inches away from her as she decided that now was a good time to scratch a certain itch. "Here, why don't you have a taste."

As the younger maid delicately took hold of Kaathe's chin, she was taken aback. The girl further closed the gap between them as their lips hungrily approached each other, the sweet smell of honey and sweat invaded Kaathe's nostrils. For a split second, Kaathe considered giving in to her desires, but she knew better. This could wait a bit longer, after all.

"Eep!" With one swift motion, the older maid kicked the larger girl's heel, throwing her off balance, as she easily wrestled the cage off her hand. The satisfying smack of her buttocks hitting the floor signaling the girl's defeat. "What the hell!?"

"No fooling around during work hours. You know this."

"Man, you're the worst girlfriend ever. Couldn't even give me a thank-you kiss?" But before Nepucci was finished, Kaathe was already walking off. She still had to prepare the fairies, not to mention that both of them knew how easily things tended to escalate once they got into it. "Hey! Wait! At least keep me company while I clean myself!"

---

The relaxing sound of running water invaded the peaceful tranquility of the staff's changing room as the younger maid's skin was pleasantly scalded by the shower. An ever appreciated reminder that the gods were real, and they created internal plumbing, probably.

Nepucci stood under the stream of hot water for a few minutes, basking in the rich sensation and letting all of her frustrations flow out with the water before she picked up a sponge and began scrubbing the honey away. "Are you sure you want none of this? Seems like a waste."

"I'm fine. Thank you for the offer." Thankfully the two maids had the room all to themselves for the time being, far too early for it to see much use. The bonus of no one being around to hear her junior's crass comments was also nice.

Setting herself and the cage down on a stool, Kaathe prepared the vests she had made for the fairies. Who had, for the most part, calmed down, although she could still hear some bell sounds under their breaths.

The tiny vests were made out of Devilsilk, a dark, highly resistant and flexible yet extremely soft material. The castle had gotten a fresh supply recently, so sparing a bit for the fairies' comfort seemed like a reasonably nice thing to do.

Well, as nice as you could be while taking a sapient creature against their will.

The fairies seemed to agree with that last thought. Both of them had calmed down a bit from the initial shock, but they were still wary of the big mean human that was sitting beside their cage.

Not too long ago, the two of them were goofing around with a couple of beetles, watching them fight as they ate some berries. Then they got a but to frisky with some girl and ended up stuck to her thighs. And now they were stuck in a cage, prisoners to some dumb humans.

The pale fairy had tried to work the cage's lock for a while now, but it was no use. Her darker friend had already proved that they could not brute force their way out of the cage. Their only option left was to wait for a chance to escape.

Rather suddenly, the cage's door was opened and a giant hand made its way in. Both fairies started to panic as the hand set course of the blue-haired one, the sound of bells reverberating weekly through the changing room.

As the hand drew closer to her friend, the redheaded fairy aggressively took flight towards the giant hand. But right before she even had the chance to land a tiny punch, the human changed targets and grabbed her in mid-flight.

Quickly closing the cage's door behind her, Kaathe gently restrained the fairy with her fingers. Making sure to apply enough force to stop her from squirming out, but not enough to hurt her too much.

As the fairy seemed to have busied herself with struggling to be set free, Kaathe reached for the first vest, when she noticed something. Wriggling her fingers around the small creature, Kaathe felt the sticky remains of the honey that was used to capture her.

The fairy could do nothing but cry and beg for help, knowing that she was helpless in the situation she had gotten herself into, when she felt the giant digits that held her hostage move around erratically, slightly pulling her skin with them as they stuck with the honey.

Moments later, when the movement had ceased, the fairy looked towards her captor as she noticed the strange look on the human's face; she stared unblinkingly at her tiny form with her huge amber eyes. The room went silent as they both stared into each other's eyes. The change in atmosphere was not lost in the blue-haired fairy, as she ceased her yelling and silently watched with curiosity.

Time seemed to have stopped for both of them as they got lost in the other's gaze. The moment was broken as the human seemed to hesitate for a moment, then the fairy watched as her lips parted and a huge pink appendage ever so slowly snaked its way out from the humid cave between them.

Without fighting back, the fairy let out a gasp as the giant tongue gave a tentative lick to her abdomen. The big organ was soft, humid and radiated a pleasant heat as it gently made its way up to the fairy's breasts.

The human retreated her tongue, leaving a feeling of coldness where it had just touched, before once again giving a soft lick. Both of their breaths quickening in pace from the experience.

Changing to broader strokes, the tongue explored every inch of the small creature's front. Gently traveling up her toes, covering her thighs in spit and cleaning her armpits. The sound of bells escaping the creature's mouth each time the pink beast made contact. Without much thinking on her part, the fairy turned face down on the human's hand, now committed to letting her clean the rest of the honey.

Kaathe took a moment, torn between whether to finally inspect the fairy's unique wing pattern or appreciate the visage of the creature raising its butt from the comfort of her hand. Not one to disappoint, she resumed her work as she played particular attention at its backside, happy that her tongue's skills seemed to be appreciated by creatures of al sizes. The little fairy's wings started fluttering, tickling her nose, as she heard a bell's ringing growing in intensity that she correctly assumed were indicators of her tiny lover's incoming orgasm.

Lost in the pleasure, the fairy's predicament was completely forgotten. As the pink beast worked her sensitive parts, she failed to notice the human fastening something around her torso.

The fairy's body spasmed on to of the maid's hand, as she was taken over by her well-deserved climax. Too weak to hold herself up, the poor creature collapsed into a panting mess. She began gently kissing the skin under her as if to coax her lover into an encore.

Too late did the tiny being notice the hand's, and by extension her own, movement. It wasn't until she began to fall, the incline turning too steep for her, that she realized her turn was up.

Her formerly naked being landed gracelessly onto the cage's floor. Confused, the fairy quickly sat up and tried to spring up in a flight towards her lover. Instead, she caught a glimpse of her blue-haired friend embracing her giant lover's hand as they left the cage.

Inspecting herself, the fairy finally noticed the vest she had been clothed with. Which, really, looked more like a dark corset rather than a vest. She quickly figured out that despite the extremely comfortable nature of the vest, she could barely move her wings while wearing it.

This realization, however, was quickly interrupted by a new source for the bell chimes.

Unlike her redhaired friend, the pale fairy had rather suddenly decided to take a more proactive role with their lover. Not a moment after Kaathe had made it obvious what her intentions were, the blue fairy had thrown herself at her, literally.

Flying fast enough that she could have easily escaped if she still wanted it, the fairy took Kaathe by surprise as launched herself with a smack to her face. Her tiny arms reaching around to hug the bridge of her nose as she slammed her hips repeatedly against Kaathe's awkwardly shut lips.

Not knowing how to handle such a display, Kaathe did little but stare cross-eyed at her nose, where only the hands of her horny friend were visible. She felt something trying to force it's way through her lips as the fairy left her face sticky with honey, and she had a pretty good idea of what it could be.

Carefully, she poked the tip of her tongue out to meet with the fairy's expecting crotch. The small girl immediately wrestled the beast with her legs as she latched on to it. Kaathe tried her best at subduing the tiny creature, but eventually, it won their fight as she began working her hips against the muscle.

"I see you're all getting along splendidly."

"Bwah dah--!?" Caught with her tongue in the fairy, the startled Kaathe jumped backward and tripped on her own stool as she fell hard onto her buttocks. A ride that, if the bell chimes were a good indication, her passenger greatly enjoyed.

At some point during her debauchery, Kaathe had failed to notice the end of her girlfriend's shower and her subsequent return. Not even surprised at this point to see her junior still in her birthday suit.

"Oh no, don't mind me. Go ahead and fool around while on the job all you want. I'm a cool and understanding girlfriend like that."

"Sowwy..." She could do little more to apologize with her tongue occupied for the time being. Although Nepucci didn't pay it any mind as she walked closer to her.

A bit too close, in fact.

Her legs straddled either side of the girl's hips, as Kaathe found herself staring up as the younger maid's honey-free honeypot. "Actually, I think I might take my turn. Now."

With that, she let all of her weight down on top of Kaathe's head. The fairy had to take a plunge towards her lover's eyes as she was faced with the risk of being pulverized under the power of the girl's lust.

Kaathe's skull hit the floor with a thud as her vision was blocked by her tiny lover's body, her breath knocked through her nose as her mouth was plugged with the familiar taste of womanhood. Ignoring the pain on the back of her head, she tried to wrestle the girl off of her, but Nepucci had already restrained her arms under her legs. "Think of this as payback for earlier."

Nepucci started beating her girlfriend's face against her snatch as she rocked her hips and rode her to orgasm. Moans of pleasure soon being the only thing that left her lips. Taking a new breath, the blinded girl could only smell the intoxicating fragrance of lust as her lips, tongue, and chin were continuously battered with the uncaring power of desire.

All of a sudden, the flow of oxygen stopped as she felt something taking a hold of her nose.

Inspired by the much bigger girl's display, less than an inch away, the fairy straddled her lover's nose with all her diminutive strength and rode her for all she was worth.

Kaathe's lungs burned more by the second as started struggling with all of her rapidly diminishing might. If either of her lovers noticed they certainly didn't show it.

What would otherwise be a calm and serene place for the staff to clean themselves and mingle, was now a shameless display of pleasure. As both naked creatures of vastly different sizes did their part in beating the poor maid into submission with the power of their sex.

The only sounds that could be heard were slapping of flesh coupled with animalistic moans of pleasure, pain and the small ringing of bells. The only witness to such debauchery being the now-forgotten dark-skinned fairy, who could only watch from her voyeuristic position in the cage as she rubbed herself against one of the brass bars.

As the convulsing girl felt her consciousness slip away, the moans of pleasure increased in intensity. "Oh yeah! That's how I like to see you! Here's your reward, you teasing cunt!"

Noticing the girl's roars and with her own climax approaching, the fairy looked up towards the violently rocking cavern in front of her. Her eyes focused just in time to see the muscle spasm and the proverbial floodgates open.

With one last thundering roar, a storm was released from the gigantic snatch. The love juices fell like raindrops as they quickly pushed the tiny being off her perch with a mighty force as she reached her own orgasm. Completely drenched from head to toe in the discharge, the exhausted fairy rolled over on top of the maid's equally drenched forehead as she blissfully recovered from the experience.

Finally able to breathe again, Kaathe takes a desperate gasp for air as she forces open her drowsy eyes. A hand roughly grabs her chin as its thumb smears the liquid through her bottom lip before prodding into her panting orifice.

"You look good like that," said her junior, sitting on top of her chest, still limiting her oxygen intake. "But we really should hurry along. We will have plenty of time for ourselves later, you needy, impatient little thing."

Kaathe barely had enough presence of mind to glare at her, not that she paid it any mind. Letting go of her chin, Nepucci focused on the fairy resting on her forehead before gently prodding her crotch for a few silent moments. "...Hmm~. I hope you still got some energy in you because you're going to need it later.

"Right now I think we all need a bath, though."