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Dairy Farmer in World of Warcraft ch 11
🕑 Added 2023-12-21 18:38:56 +0000 UTCAs I stepped outside and prepared to drink Vela’s milk, something occurred to me, prompting a hurried check of my balance at the shop. Upon glancing at it, a grin spread across my face.
Swiftly purchasing what I needed, I felt it settle in my pocket. Pulling it out, I beheld a small vial with wispy liquid inside: Buff of Permanence. With this, all the power I gained from drinking Vale’s milk should become a permanent addition to my strength instead of merely a temporary boost.
From what I understand, I need to consume the milk first and then drink this as well. As I set down Vela’s milk, I remembered the remaining milk from the other girls. I turned to Malora. “Have the others bring out the rest of the milk as well,” I commanded her, to which she looked at me in some confusion before walking inside.
As they walked outside, I began to drink down Vela’s milk. Let me tell you, the taste has not improved. Gesturing for the girls to put their milk down, I took a swig from Zola’s milk to wash away the taste of the foul one.
Thankfully, I cannot become full from this milk, so after some time, I was able to consume all of it. Unwilling to waste any more time, the moment the last of Malora’s milk went down my gullet, I uncorked the potion and let it flow down my throat.
For a moment, I felt nothing. As I started to worry that it hadn't worked, a surge of power overtook me, taking my breath away and making me bend over, placing my hand on my knees as I breathed heavily.
Looking at my hands, I could see the veins under my skin light up in a multitude of colors. Standing up, I pulled my shirt away from my chest, revealing a quite disturbing image – I could see my heart and the veins and arteries, each of them carrying a multicolored liquid across my entire body.
I felt it the moment they reached my brain—a sense of vertigo and nausea made me collapse to my knees. I began to retch but was unable to vomit anything, for there was nothing in my stomach, not even acid, it seems.
Feeling some hands upon my back, gently rubbing it as my body began to settle at last, I leaned back on my haunches, breathing heavily, while looking at the worried looks on both Zola’s and Malora’s faces. The adrenaline left me, causing me to sag a little.
“Master, are you alright? What happened?” Alora’s worried voice finally reached my ears. Turning to her, I could see the concern in her tear-filled eyes. Her trembling lips gazed at me, and I gave her a smile before pulling her into my arms. She crashed into my chest, wrapping her arms around me desperately, releasing quiet sobs and sniffles. Bending down, I whispered calming words in her ear to ease her worry.
As Alora let it all out, I closed my eyes and focused on what had happened. I felt strong, unlike ever before. None of my previous experiences of feeling powerful could compare to this—not even when I had consumed all the milk before drinking the potion did I feel this strong.
Raising a hand in front of my face, I flexed the fingers on it, feeling the magic pulse beneath the skin, wanting to be released and used. It was a humbling feeling in a way, for all this power was but a drop compared to what the truly powerful wield in this universe.
And here I was, almost overwhelmed by this taste alone, yet I could not help the smile that grew on my face. Magic! This was one that would always remain with me, not disappearing when the effects of the milk wore off. The power to reshape reality, to bring my imagination to life! A taste of godhood, yes... yes, I could see why so many would lose themselves to it.
It was as if I had been blind and deaf all my life and was now able to see colors and hear sounds. I lowered my arm and held Alora tighter, all the while taking deep breaths. I needed to calm down! I could not let it control me; I was the one in control! I would not be a slave! I squashed the anger the fel had attempted to ignite, allowing the arcane part to bring order to my jumbled emotions for now.
Once I felt calmer and in control, I banished the arcane as well. I couldn't grow too reliant on it either. I must control myself, for if I do not, I will be controlled.
Giving Alora a peck on her forehead, I finally stood, pulling her up with me. Looking at Zola and Malora, I released a chuckle. "Well... that was something, wasn’t it?"
They shared a glance between them and seemed to calm down as well. Alora looked up at me with her worried look, making me want to coo at her for how adorable she looked. "What happened, master?" she asked softly.
In response, I raised my hand and let the magic free. "I grew stronger, my dear." Giving Alora one last squeeze, I stepped away from her and turned my attention to Malora. "Now, instruct me in the proper usage of this power, Malora," I commanded her. I could see her apprehension, but in the end, she simply nodded.
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As I let the chains I had forged from fel disappear, I felt the last of my strength for now go with them. Man, Malora is a bit of a slave driver with this stuff. Then again, knowing the consequences of misuse of this power, it was for the best.
“You’ve done well, master. It seems you have a talent for magic,” Malora commented as she looked at me. Was that lust? It was. The little flirt was turned on, rubbing her legs together and pressing her hands together to push out her breasts even more. Not that she needed help in that department; her massive breasts could never be ignored.
“Is that so,” I said with a lustful growl in my voice as I approached her, making her breathe heavier while looking demurely at me, with her lip between her teeth. Standing before her, I didn't hide my desire for her, causing her to begin to fidget in front of me. Pulling her to me, I crashed my lips upon hers, conquering her mouth and making her tongue submit to me.
Malora released a pleased moan in my mouth, rubbing her breasts against my chest and running her hands across my back. Breaking the savage kiss, I began to nibble and bite upon her neck, eliciting sighs and arousing moans every time my teeth scraped her skin.
Taking two handfuls of her equally massive ass, I squeezed it, reddening the flesh beneath my hands, marking her. Pulling back my right hand, I gave it a satisfying smack, enjoying her tremble and surprised jump at that.
Growling in my throat, I looked into her eyes, seeing nothing but desire in them. Her tongue ran across her full lips, and at that moment, I wanted those lips and that mouth on something that had grown quite hard.
Putting my hands upon her shoulders, I pushed her down on her knees. She looked up at me with a naughty smile, placing her hands behind her back and opening her mouth, extending her tongue.
I couldn’t pull my pants down fast enough; as my hard dick finally was freed, her eyes jumped towards it. Her tongue began to wag, as if inviting my hard cock inside. Putting my left hand upon her head, I took my dick in my right and wagged it in front of her, pulling it to the side and cockslapping her cheek.
“Ah!… more… master…” Malora whined, to which I slapped her other cheek and laid my dick across her face. Her tongue immediately switched to licking what she could reach, and her lips caressed it as well.
"What a good little slutyou are," I said with a grin, feeling an overwhelming desire to dominate her. Pulling my cock away from her face, I placed it on her tongue, just at the entrance of her mouth.
I felther tongue wagging underneath as she tried to draw it in, but I held her head steady, relishing the desire in her eyes. "Who's a good little submissive?"
"I ahm, mahsther," Malora spoke brokenly. I smirked at her and slowly began to push my cock inside. "Yes, you are." The moment my shaft entered her mouth, her succulent lips enveloped it, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck and tease it with her tongue, coating it with saliva.
Malora certainly knew what she was doing. When I reached her throat, I paused, slowly withdrawing, causing her to increase the suction, desperately trying to keep it inside. Just as the head of my cock was about to leave her mouth, I began to push back in, eliciting a pleased moan from her.
I started to gently thrust into her mouth, relishing her efforts. I felt no hint of her teeth, only her wet and agile tongue and her firm, tight lips holding me in place.
As my cock reached the entrance to her throat again, I stopped and placed my second hand on her head. Her eyes met mine, undoubtedly noticing the dark desire in my gaze. Yet, her tongue continued despite a hint of concern in her eyes. Her hands remained gripped behind her, showing no intention of pulling away, even as she anticipated what I was about to do.
I gritted my teeth and growled softly as I began to push my cock into her throat. The moment my cockhead entered, I felt her swallow. The sensation of her throat massaging it felt incredible. But I didn't stop there; I continued deeper, realizing something as I delved further—she had no gag reflex!
A wide grin spread across my face. Oh, I would relish this. Curling my fingers slightly, I drew her closer, making the last few centimeters vanish into her mouth.
As her nose pressed against me, I held her there for a moment, savoring the sensation of my shaft in a warm, wet place. Her throat massaging it while her tongue continued its movements along the parts of my cock she could reach.
As I looked down, I noticed her hands starting to fidget, yet theyremained behind her, her eyes fluttering but making no attempt to pull back.
Wanting to savor the moment, I withdrew. As my member exited her throat, she inhaled deeply through her nose. Finally, her lips parted, panting upon my member, but her tongue persisted.
"Good slut," I murmured, resuming my deeper thrusts without pause. I withdrew and returned faster, delving in with increased speed and depth.
At some point, her tongue ceased its motion, focusing instead on keeping her mouth open and gasping for air. Saliva and remnants of her struggle trickled down her chin onto her heaving chest.
Her hands tensed, held firmly behind her. Tears began to trickle down her cheeks, mingling with the mess on her breasts.
Despite her lack of a gag reflex, occasional choking sounds escaped her, oddly satisfying me and urging me to push further.
I quickened my pace, gripping her head tighter, despite her passive acceptance of my rough treatment. I paused, my member buried in her throat, relishing the sensations as her throat worked around me.
Her futile attempts to breathe brought me a twisted pleasure, along with her fluttering eyes and the stream of tears. Swiftly withdrawing, I released her, allowing her to bend over slightly, coughing and panting, expelling some of the accumulated saliva.
My arousal surged at her pitiable state—red, teary eyes; heaving chest causing her large breasts to tremble; and trembling arms supporting her. Kneeling beside her, I forcibly brought her face toward mine, engaging in aggressive kissing. Her response stirred my darkest desires. I spanked her, swallowing her pained moan.
Shifting her onto her back, I parted her legs, revealing her swollen, wet vagina. Licking my lips, I descended upon it without tenderness, biting her labia, causing her legs to rise and grip my head. I raised my hand and slapped her buttocks once more.
Letting go of her labia, I extended my tongue and gave the entirety of her pussy a long and hard lick. I split apart her puffy and now red labiarevealing what it was hiding beneath, which I licked once more, finding her hole with my tongue I began to pierce it.
All the while moans, pants, and breathless begging for more came from Malora’s mouth, her hands fisted my hair as her toned thighs wrapped around my head. Leaving her cunt hole I made my way towards her clit and began to lap at it and push it with my tongue, as my fingers began to probe her opening.
A feeling of anger overcame me at this impudent slut, holding me and I bit down upon her clit, making her release a scream of pain, yet also filled with pleasure as her tighs tightened I slapped her ass once more, making them loosen.
All the while my fingers probed her insides, and I kept thrusting them in and out roughly. On one of my thrusts, I discovered that elusive place – her g-spot and began to mercilessly abuse it. Which made her writhe even more and gasp and pant, her moans and pleading for more filling the air.
Just as she was about to cross over the threshold, I stopped and pulled back completely. “Noooooo… please! MORE! MASTER!” Her anguished cry came as her hands shot towards her pussy to push herself over the edge, none of that now!
I grabbed her arms and stopped them, as she writhed and tried to free them. Holding both of her arms with one of my own, I wound back and slapped her cunt with an open palm. “Ah!” Escaped her as her legs pulled together, yet a smack on her ass and thighs made them spread once more.
“A slut only comes when she is allowed to.” I snarled at her as I loomed over her, pressing her hands above her head. Heavy breathing came from me as my eyes roamed across her heaving and needy body. “Master… please…” She whined pathetically arousing me greatly.
Giving her a dark grin I finally lined up my rock-hard cock with her cunt and the moment I found her hole I thrust in until I reached the very end. “Ohhh… ahhh…” Escaped Malora as I grit my teeth feeling her walls massage me needily. Letting go of her arms I put both of mine at her shoulder and began to plow her, with savage and merciless thrust.
“Yes! YES!… MORE!” Malora panted, shouted, and whined as her arms and legs wrapped around me. I felt my cock crash into her unyielding and closed cervix. Only igniting my anger—how dare it deny me!
Breaking the hold her legs had around me, I pulled them up, bending her in half even as she whined and her breasts became squished together even more, which made some milk escape her. At which I grit my teeth. “Hold them!” I snarled at her as her hands immediately gripped her calves, holding herself bent in half. I slapped her udders, making them jiggle. "Ahnnn, it hurts!” Malora whined in pain. “Then stop wasting my milk!” I snarled at her as I leaned back, put my hands on her thighs, and positioned myself better.
I would conquer this mewling slut! How dare she deny me? All of her belongs to me! All of it! So if I want her womb, I will take it, and there is nothing she can do to deny me!
With those angry thoughts swirling in my head, I began my deep and sharp thrust, pounding her cervix into submission. I could see the pain grow on Malora’s face. Reaching down, I turned on her urethral plug vibrations and abused her clitoral area to relieve some of the pain.
Yet still, I could not get all of my cock inside of her! Leaning over her, I gripped her throat and snarled at her. “Let me in!” Her eyes had become wide, and her mouth fell open as her breaths became shallow.
A new feeling made me release her throat and look down. I felt something envelop the very tip of my cock, attempting to press upon it. Malora released a keening whine as her legs became taut and her stomach flexed.
Leaning over her, I captured her lips, swallowing her pain as I finally felt my cock sink in as her cervix at long last surrendered and allowed me entry. The gates were open, and I had conquered her. Feeling my cock disappear fully in her depths and her cervix close around my cockhead was heavenly.
The time I did it with Vela was a torturous experience, but this was nothing but pleasure. After a few shallow thrusts, I felt my release build up. I had no desire to hold back, so I didn’t. As I felt my cum travel up my cock, I felt it be stopped by Malora’s still-tight cervix. My cock began to feel as if it would explode!
I began to thrust relentlessly, making more painful sounds escape her, but I did not care right now. My dick was about to explode! Finally, I managed to pull back a little, and my load at last shot inside Malora’s womb, safely deposited where it belonged.
As my dark lust finally began to settle, Malora’s quiet sobs pierced through the fog that had engulfed me. It was as if cold water had been poured down my back. As I looked up, I saw that she had turned away, her eyes tightly shut with tears leaking from them, while a sound of crying and pain escaped her open mouth.
No, what had I done?
As I attempted to remove her hands from her calves, I saw that she had them in a death grip. Even so, I slowly and carefully peeled them away, letting them fall back down.
While she resisted, I still pulled her into my arms. Her arms continued to flail and hit me, but I took no notice of that, simply holding her. Feeling like a wretched beast all the while, none could call me a saint, not after what I had done to them before, but this was too far.
Gathering her up in my arms, I held her close as she continued to sob quietly. As I entered, I saw both Alora and Zola look up, worry and confusion overcoming them as they saw the crying Malora in my arms and the guilty look upon my face.
Wasting no time, I approached Zola and kneeled before her. I looked at her and spoke quietly, pleadingly. “Please.” A moment of confusion came over her, but then she uncovered her breast and pulled Malora’s head towards it.
Malora’s eyes opened weakly, and through her tears, she saw Zola’s worried look and her breasts before her. Puckering her lips she sought out her nipple, and once it was in her mouth, she wasted no time in drinking from it greedily.
Even as the seriousness of the situation permeated the place, a small moan escaped Zola from how greedily Zola consumed her milk.
After a while, the sucking stopped, and Malora released the now-empty breast of Zola. Looking up at her, she spoke softly. “Thank you.” Her gaze never turned my way; bending down, I ignored her flinch and spoke softly and regretfully in her ear. “I am sorry... I shouldn’t have done that. I… I don’t… I am sorry, please.” My voice trembled, yet she remained silent. The only solace was that she did not attempt to leave my arms.
Breathing deeply, I settled beside Zola, still holding Malora in my arms. After a moment, Alora settled on my other side as well, yet my eyes remained locked on Malora in my arms. As thoughts began to swirl in my mind about the man I wanted to be, While there was no question that I am a bad man, that does not mean I want to become a monster.
Bit of a dark turn I know, but I wanted to use this as a growing point for the MC, so that he can understand what sort of man he wishes to become. I had thought to rewrite it and leave it with a good ending, but this felt more impactful.
I wouldn't mind some comments about this, and if people dislike it I will rewrite the end of this.
