Dairy farmer in World of Warcraft ch 10

A bit of a planning chapter this one, smut will probably return in the next chapter.



As I caught my breath, Alora drew my attention once more with a quiet and apprehensive inquiry. "Master, what about... Malora?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

My gaze involuntarily shifted towards the restrained Malora, who had awakened and tightly shut her eyes, clenching her jaw, undoubtedly in severe pain from her breasts. Her struggle was pronounced, possessing the largest bosom among all the girls, hence yielding the most milk.

Unlike Zola, who had distractions that helped ease the process, Malora suffered without any such relief. Much of the anger I harbored from yesterday had subsided; however, I struggled to discern how much of it was influenced by the Fel magic and how much was authentic.

While my efforts to resist the influence of Fel anger and corruption had shown some success the previous day, I knew I remained susceptible. Turning my gaze towards Alora, I made sure not to betray my emotions. "Do you believe she deserves to be milked? Not only was it her fault the demon found its way here, but she also continues to belittle you."

Alora fidgeted with her fingers, glancing nervously between me and Malora. After a moment, she shifted her gaze towards Zola, who seemed taken aback by Alora's imploring look. Initially avoiding the situation, Zola eventually sighed and turned to address me. "You should consider relieving her. If you only punish her, she'll only grow to resent you more and more."

I knew Zola was right. It was evident Malora would foster more animosity. However, I found myself indifferent to her growing disdain. Yet, mindful of not being wasteful at this critical juncture, I sighed and rose, slowly approaching Malora, who had opened her eyes upon hearing the discussion.

Fear and a desperate plea for help filled her eyes as I held her chin, forcing her to look up at me. She swallowed hard, taken aback by my emotionless and expressionless countenance. Leaning closer, I whispered softly into her ear, "Remember this moment. The only reason for my action is their persuasion. You should be grateful to them for their mercy." I allowed a tinge of malice to seep into my tone. Stepping back, I positioned myself to the side, allowing Malora to see both Alora and Zola.

"Thank them, and make it genuine," I commanded when she remained silent. Casting a brief glance at me, she moistened her lips before directing her gaze at Alora and Zola. "Thank you," Malora uttered softly, sounding sincere.

Alora smiled at both me and Malora, while Zola simply nodded in acknowledgement. Uncovering her bosom, I observed how Malora's breasts had swelled.

The skin was pulled so taut that I couldn't even make my finger sink into her breast flesh. Tears welled up in her eyes as I removed the ties holding her nipples closed, ensuring none of her accumulated milk would escape.

I hurriedly positioned the container in front as a torrent of milk gushed from both of her nipples. Malora let out a sob of relief as the pressure in her breasts eased. "Alora, please lend a hand here," I called out, prompting Alora to swiftly stand up and approach. "Hold this for me while I fetch the next container," I instructed her, passing over the almost full container of milk. "Zola, come and hold her nipples closed while we switch."

After a brief moment of hesitation, Zola approached, offering an apologetic smile to Malora as she gripped her nipples, stemming the flow of her milk. With almost half of the milk now gone from her breasts, the pain had significantly lessened for Malora, even if it hadn't completely vanished. Maybe I should offer her some of Zola’s milk afterward.

As I held the second container, the flow of Malora’s milk ceased without assistance. "Milk her," I directed both Alora and Zola, who each took hold of one of Malora’s massive udders, gently applying pressure to extract the remaining milk from her nipples.

It appeared that despite Alora asking for my help, she still harbored some resentment from Malora’s earlier words. It was evident to us all as she squeezed rather forcefully, lacking the gentleness she had shown while milking Zola.

Even as Malora's breast in her hand emptied, Alora continued to press severely on it, causing the breast to spill through her fingers and become quite red from the pressure. Alora even resorted to pulling at Malora’s nipple to extract every last drop.

I noticed Malora’s muscles flexing in response to the pain Alora was causing, her hands turning into fists with the skin almost whitening from the pressure. Her head was tilted back, eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her face, accompanied by stifled sobs escaping her clenched jaw and pursed lips.

Even Zola began to look concerned at Alora's actions, gesturing for her to take the filled container. I released it once she had a grip on it and, with my now free hands, gently removed Alora’s hands from Malora’s now reddened and pulsating breast.

It appeared that Alora had entered a trance-like state, but the moment I grasped her hands, she jolted, swiftly turning her head towards me before swiftly redirecting her gaze to Malora, her expression betraying a sense of shame. Without hesitation, I drew her into a tight embrace, comforting her while signaling to Zola to assist Malora. "Please, offer her some of your milk. There's no reason for her to endure this any longer."

Zola paused momentarily, then nodded in understanding fetched a cup and filled it with her own milk before presenting it to Malora, who looked at us with gratitude before eagerly consuming the nourishment.

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After a while, Alora had drifted into slumber, ensuring her comfort before I once again approached Malora. As I studied her with a furrowed brow, she met my gaze with apprehension. "Will you behave?" I inquired after a prolonged moment.

Confusion flickered in Malora's eyes, prompting me to clarify. "If I untie you, will you behave? But understand, if you don't comply, the consequences will be even more severe than before."

Malora swallowed hard, her throat visibly moving as she nodded in acquiescence. Releasing a sigh, I untied her, allowing her to regain her footing. She instinctively crossed her arms over her stomach, pushing her breasts together while keeping her head bowed.

Gently, I lifted her chin with a finger, recognizing both gratitude and fear in her eyes. Leaning in closer, she initially recoiled before steadying herself, meeting my lips as I whispered, "Good cow." Our kiss commenced, and despite her initial apprehension, she gradually responded, allowing our tongues to intertwine. In this intimate exchange, her resistance turned into a subtle, enjoyable duel.

Gradually, she yielded, and I attempted to draw her closer, though her ample breasts made it challenging to close the distance entirely.

Finally breaking our kiss, her eyes fluttered open, a faint smile gracing her lips as she licked them. Taking her hand, I guided her, positioning her against me as we settled down, wrapping us both in cover.

Embracing her within my arms, I rested my hands gently on her belly, lightly tickling it while she placed her hands atop mine, leaning her head against my shoulder. Kissing her temple, my mind swirled with thoughts as we sat in the warmth of our shared intimacy.

I needed a proper base or place to stay, but even the cheapest barn in the shop cost far too much for me to afford. Unfortunately, there weren't many options in Ashenvale; the only settlements belonged to the Horde and the Night Elves, both unsuitable for different reasons.

Truthfully, there were no good places to set myself up on this continent, at least in my opinion. Acquiring a pre-existing place seemed preferable to starting from scratch, but doing so risked others investigating, whereas creating my own shelter would allow me to remain hidden.

The current location offered numerous advantages—it was relatively hidden and likely unknown to most people. It was also relatively close to a fresh supply of women for capture at a later time.

However, the issue was the size. While I could dig it out, it would be time-consuming and dangerous since I have very little knowledge of the structural integrity of tunnels and mines.

Therefore, I would need to acquire a shaman whose powers I could harness to manipulate this cave and expand it. Undoubtedly, this would require a considerable time investment.

Perhaps acquiring the barn would be the best option as it could solve many of the problems I'm facing now. The challenge with that plan is simply the cost, which stands at a base of two thousand litres of milk.

My eyes scanned over Vela’s bound form; for now, she provided the best milk available to me, being a mid-tier level, even if low-mid. I narrowed my eyes at Vela before turning my attention to Malora in my arms.

“Malora,” I spoke up, gaining her attention. She quickly opened her eyes and gazed up at me inquisitively. “Do demons need to eat?” Will I have to feed Vela? Because if not, there is an opportunity here.

Malora furrowed her brows for a moment. “No, I do not believe so… master,” she hurriedly added. I hummed in response as a plan began to form in my mind. “And how difficult is it to summon and control a succubus?” I inquired, observing the three empty spaces on the walls.

Malora shifted in my arms and licked her lips with concern before speaking haltingly. “It is not a hard process in itself, but it does require a lot of power—not only to open the gateway but also to form a contract that would compel the demon to obey you.”

Power— it always circles back to it, not truly surprising, I suppose. "Is your contract with Vela still in effect, or has it been broken?" That was the last piece of information I needed to know to see if I could do what I intended to do.

Malora furrowed her brows and looked away thoughtfully. After a moment, a frustrated look came upon her face, and she looked back at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, master. I can't tell. It is magical in nature, and I simply cannot access any of my magic to check." Some fear had leaked into her voice, and little trembles shook her as she feared I would grow angry with her.

Tightening my arms around her, I leaned towards her and gave her a peck with a smile to show her that I was not upset with her. Still, I needed to know this, but I was far too comfortable to move.

Spotting Zola, a smile came upon my face. "Zola, would you be a dear and remove the gag from our little demon's mouth? I have a question for her."

Zola looked up from where she was lying at my call and blanched at what I wanted her to do. "What makes you believe she will tell you the truth?" While she brought up a good point, it did not hurt to try. I gave a one-shoulder shrug to her, at which she sighed and approached the bound Vela, who sneered at her.

Zola rolled her eyes at her before removing the gag none too gently. Vela’s mouth opened, a sneer growing there, but before she uttered a sound, she stopped, grit her teeth, and simply glared. Huh, it seems she took my little threat seriously.

"Vela, is your contract with Malora still in effect?" I called out, making sure to sound as commanding as possible. Her face twitched as rage was apparent on it. "No… it is not," Vela spat out after a moment. As I was about to tell Zola to gag her again, she continued, "Don’t think I do not know what you intend to do. You will fail, and I will enjoy taking what remains of you afterwards." Malice dripped from her voice as I gestured for Zola to gag her again.

I could feel the gazes of Alora, who had woken up, Zola, and Malora gazing at me in question, yet none were willing to speak up. Alora finally rose up, and Malora pushed herself deeper into me. "Behave, you two. All of that has passed. Understood?" I spoke up, making both Alora and Malora nod at me.

"As for what I want to do, that is obvious. I want to summon succubi and milk them so that I could acquire a proper place to live for us." I explained absentmindedly as I began to think about how best to approach this situation.

I observed the unease that overtook them all upon hearing my words, noticing the shared glances of worry between each of them. A sigh escaped me. “I understand your concern, truly I do. However, do you genuinely wish to live in a cave? Sooner or later, I will need to acquire more women of various races, and I will require a place to house them.”

The reminder that I was a slaver who would keep acquiring more slaves made Zola grimace and look away. Malora seemed indifferent, but a hint of sadness briefly flickered in her eyes. As for Alora… well, she appeared entirely unperturbed, and dare I say, even a little excited? Oh boy.

In any case, it was time to get to work. Vela still needed to be milked, as I couldn't afford to waste her milk—it was my greatest source of power for now.

Approaching her, I proceeded with the task. As I prepared to milk her, her anger surged—eyes narrowed and nostrils flared in a snarl. I gazed at her impassively for a moment before viciously backhanding her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing in the cave.

Momentarily stunned, she jerked her head back toward me, intensifying her glare and attempting to break free. I responded by slapping and backhanding her a few more times. “I tire of your feeble resistance and futile anger. Cease this,” I declared, drawing my sword and placing it against her thigh. “Or I will follow through on my promise,” I finished, infusing my voice with malice.

Feeling the cold steel against her flesh subdued her. Her wide, trembling eyes met mine. Her throat moved as she swallowed heavily before looking down submissively—an insincere display of compliance, but I would accept it for the time being.

Taking one of her udders in hand, I gave it a careless squeeze. Her pleasure or pain was inconsequential in this situation. My mouth twisted as her foul milk filled the container; I could almost taste it in my mouth.

The things I am forced to do… Yet, if this endeavor succeeds, it will be a great boon for me. As her first breast ran dry, I switched to the other one and continued to extract her milk.

In the end, I checked the amount of milk she had given me. After some mental calculations, a frustrated growl escaped me as I realized that even if I were to acquire three more succubus, it would take much longer than I had initially anticipated to obtain the necessary amount for the barn.

Even considering the potential increase in their milk production over time, it still wouldn't happen quickly. However, beggars can't be choosers, so despite this realization, I had no other option but to proceed.

Furthermore, there was still some space for a few more cows to join, potentially expediting the process. As the last of Vela’s milk drained from her breasts, I stepped away and approached Malora, who stood up and looked at me inquisitively.

"I need you to teach me how to effectively wield this cursed power," I explained to her. Her eyes widened in response, but she agreed nonetheless. Not willing to experiment in here, I began walking outside. Sensing Malora wasn't following, I turned around, noticing that they were all once again exchanging glances.

Both Malora and Zola appeared fidgety, while Alora was glaring at them. Confused, I gazed at them until it clicked, and I rolled my eyes. "Even if you manage to escape, what then? You'll never access your powers again, and moreover, what will you do once your breasts explode from the pressure of all the unexpressed milk?" I deadpanned at the two of them, causing them to pale and swallow heavily, fear evident in their eyes.

"Come, Malora, time is wasting," I commanded, and after a moment, she followed me outside.