At this size, just the littlest bit of honey would be enough to last you days, maybe even weeks. Knowing this, you make your way into a beehive to look for some, hoping you're small enough that the bees won't notice you.
As you approach some honey, a shadow falls over you. You're pushed to the ground as something soft and sticky suddenly engulfs your body, squishing you against the floor, pressing down firmly and twisting, grinding you into the ground of the beehive too softly to hurt, and filling your nose with a sweet scent. A constant left, right, left, right twisting motions keeps you pinned down. The twisting slows, and you feel the weight lifting off from you as strands of honey now reach up around you to a honey-covered foot looming above. It falls down on you again, holding your face between its sticky toes, putting steady pressure on your lower body. The toes scrunch around your head, smothering your face against the ball of the foot, and making it hard to breathe. After a moment, the pressure is released and the toes spread out, revealing the face of a giant bee looking down at you, disappointed that their paw was too soft to squash you. The bee lifts his paw above you again, dripping honey around you. The squishy foot once again falls on you, the honey making a squelching sound as you are again pressed deep into the bee. The foot twists again, more thoroughly squishing you underpaw this time. After a bit, the bee lifts his foot once again, hovers it above you, and lowers one toe to smother your face while thinking of what to do with you. He looks at you, now covered in honey from his foot, and gets an idea. He giggles slightly as he lifts his paw once again and stomps down on you, putting his full body weight onto you and grinding you into his foot again.
He sits down, flips over his foot, and looks at you, the honey between you and the foot holding you in place.
He makes sure you're looking as he teasingly sticks his tongue and leans over close to his foot, giving a long wet slurp to both you and his foot. Liking the taste, he does it again, going slowly as he passes over you, cleaning off the honey from you. He leans over closer, slowly opening his maw, and closes it around the top half of your body. He sucks on you, licking and nibbling before pulling his head away, letting you slide out of his mouth. Before you can recover, he scoops you up entirely off his paw, and nervously opens his mouth, dangling you over his maw. Slowly, he begins to lower you. He exhales deeply, teasing you with him warm breath, before gently laying you down on his tongue and pushing on you, squishing you down into his tongue with one finger. He closes his mouth around his finger, slowly sliding it from his mouth with a slurping noise. His tongue pushes you against his palette as he slides you back and forth. He makes a low sound, pleased with your taste as he lowers his tongue again, letting it lay flat on the bottom of his maw, giving you a good view down his throat. He begins to tilt his tongue, letting you slowly slide farther into his maw. Everything around you starts to get dark as you slip down into the bee's throat, the last bit of light quickly fleeting. As a snack to a little bee, you'll never be found.
GULP!

Decided I'd upload this image with a larger story than usual for vore day, one finally big enough to warrant noting its existence in the title. Not very good at stories, so I hope it turned out okay

Honey saliva version