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Dairy farmer in World of Warcraft ch 9
🕑 Added 2023-12-18 20:59:44 +0000 UTCAfter securing both Malora and Vela, I looked at the milk I had gained from Zola and Alora. This day had shown me how dangerous this world was and how woefully weak I was.
The shop I had access to did not contain anything to significantly power me up. So, the only option I had was drinking the milk from my girls. Sadly, both Zola and Alora had the lowest quality milk. I turned towards Vela. However, now I had access to a stronger milk. Yet, drinking it was quite painful, and I have no more healing potions.
I wonder... perhaps I can drink Vela’s milk and then wash it down with Zola’s and Alora’s. That should theoretically allow me to gain the boosts from them while hopefully lessening the negative effects.
While mixing and then drinking it after could be an idea, that would probably dilute it, defeating the point. Still, I needed Vela’s milk to start. Going back to her, I grabbed a container and roughly squeezed one of her breasts to extract the milk. There was no gentle or careful milking as with Alora and Zola. No, she was only here to be used, and I cared none for her pleasure.
She glared at me for that, and I did the same. “Glare all you want. As I said before, this is all you are good for,” I stated, giving a strong squeeze that made her grit her teeth in pain, causing a large stream of milk to escape.
“At least you have plenty of milk. I guess the previous owner made sure to milk you well,” I snarked at her. As her first breast grew empty, I gave it a slap before switching to the other one. In the end, I gained quite a lot of milk from her, nothing compared to Malora, but more than Zola and Alora at first.
Placing the milk with the others, I retrieved a cup and filled it with Vela’s milk. As I looked at the greenish liquid in my cup, I took a few fortifying breaths before chugging it down as fast as possible. “Gah... fucking disgusting!” I snarled. I filled the cup with Zola’s milk and drank it down with relish, adding Alora’s milk for good measure.
Setting down the cup, I cupped my hands and let a spark of fel appear between them. Even this small flame was filled with a desire to destroy and corrupt. I gritted my teeth and kept control, not allowing it to spread or run out of my control.
Control. That is one thing everyone had ever focused on when using any sort of power. So gaining control and resisting the influence of the power most accessible to me simply seemed obvious.
Hopefully, both the light in Zola’s milk and the Arcane power in Alora’s would allow me to achieve greater success.
After some time, the flame disappeared. While I felt somewhat out of breath, I did not feel truly tired. As I reached for the cup to take another drink, I pulled back and cupped my hands once more.
Closing my eyes, I attempted to draw out even a small spark of the power I had wielded, to see if I could or if the passive power gain had been too small. After plenty of failed attempts, I gave up and just took another chug.
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By the time all the milk was gone, I was dead tired, and one thing became obvious to me, something I had suspected. It seems the milk is consumed by my body as I use the power, allowing me to continue drinking it without becoming full.
In fact, during the last few cups of Vela’s milk, I didn't even drink Zola’s or Alora’s milk afterwards, which showed that their milk alleviated some of the side effects. Then again, I seem to have grown a little used to it, so I was able to resist their effects.
Another thing was that the power was also greater since it was not being diluted by the light and arcane. So I can drink a milk that has bad side effects and offset them with another type of milk, even if the power I gain from the milk is then weaker.
This does help me become accustomed to that type of milk easier and the power it contains, so for training purposes such as this, it works out quite well.
Yet, there was one positive thing that came from all of this. As I concentrated, a spark of fel appeared at the top of my index finger. While it could be considered insignificant, the fact that I can do it myself is quite an achievement, at least for me.
Magic, even if it’s horrifically destructive and corruptive, is something everyone desires to possess at one point in their lives, and now I do. That small spark at the top of my finger is proof that I am getting stronger. I couldn’t help the grin that grew on my face.
“Is that wise?” A somewhat tired and reproachful voice spoke up. As I turned towards the speaker, I saw it was Zola, who was looking at me with a grimace.
"Wise? No, it probably isn’t, but neither is remaining weak in a world filled with monsters,” I remarked after a moment, acknowledging her point yet not truly having any other path before me at the moment.
“Perhaps once I acquire some more women with other types of magic, I can focus on them. Sadly, for now, this is the only power I can truly gain. Both your and Alora’s milk contain too little magic for me to be able to use it,” I continued absentmindedly.
“Sorry, master,” a soft whisper filled with some shame came from Alora. Glancing at her, I went up to her and pulled her to me, holding her in my arms as she burrowed deeper into my embrace. “Don’t worry, you are still my good girl,” I reassured her, to which she gave me a small smile.
“I suppose it was too much to hope that you would not seek more women to enslave like this,” Zola spoke bitterly. I gave a sigh and held Alora closer when she attempted to turn and berate Zola.
“Sadly, it is not all in my hands. As our resident demon said, I have not been the first, nor will I be the last. I was placed here and given an order to collect milk and deliver it. I am still missing both Orc and Troll milk to fulfill this first request, for I have no doubt there will be more,” I replied somewhat bitterly. In some ways, this opportunity was great, but the cost may become too great.
Zola sat up abruptly, and even Alora turned to look at me, her eyes filled with worry. “What?” Zola spoke quietly, a hint of confusion in her voice. “What do you mean 'placed here'? By whom?” Her hand rose up to cover her breasts. “And why… why do they want our milk?”
A humorless chuckle escaped me. “The short answer? They're a bunch of powerful perverts who want to drink female milk, at least I think so I am not exactly sure what they want it for. Then again, I'm not exactly better; all I lack is the power.” I shrugged at the end, having accepted that this was my life.
“What happens if you don't deliver?” Zola asked, sounding unsure, as if she didn't want to know the answer.
I shrugged one shoulder. “Don't know, but I doubt it will be anything good. So, I'd rather avoid angering them.”
Zola rose, wrapping the blanket around herself as she approached Alora and me. For a moment, she stood above us before kneeling on the other side and leaning against me. "So, what now?" she asked in a lost tone of voice.
Surprised, I looked at her for a moment, not questioning it too much as I wrapped my other hand around her. So here we were: me, frankly a slaver, if we're being honest; and Alora and Zola, my two slaves who are beginning to exhibit signs of Stockholm Syndrome, or in Alora's case, fully in its grasp.
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Before long, we drifted off to sleep. Waking up to two warm, soft female bodies wrapped around me was a delight. I ran my hands up their sides momentarily before sliding down and grasping each of their buttocks.
‘Hmm, it seems Zola’s behind is tighter and more muscular, while Alora’s is softer and doughier,’ I observed. I felt them both shift but didn't release my grip.
Zola let out a sigh and rose up, looking down at me with a deadpan expression. "Having fun?" she asked. I replied, unashamedly, "Yes, yes I am." She rolled her eyes and sat up completely.
She grimaced slightly before glancing down at her chest and gently touching her breasts. It made me frown—I hadn't really thought about it yesterday. Why couldn't she milk herself while Alora could?
Glancing at Alora, who looked at me with hooded eyes while I toyed with her buttock, I redirected my focus. "Alora, can you milk yourself?" I inquired, wanting to confirm something. She looked at me adorably before raising a hand to her chest and pressing down, causing a spurt of milk to escape.
"What? How?" Zola gasped, then grew indignant. "Why can she do it, but I cannot?"
Contemplating the situation, I turned to Zola. "Zola, can you try milking yourself a bit?" She glanced at me with pursed lips, ready to protest, but I gave her a meaningful look.
Reluctantly, Zola raised her hand to her breast and gently pressed down, causing a little of her milk to escape. Her widened eyes indicated surprise, and she moved her other arm, intending to relieve herself. "Stop!" I commanded. I couldn't allow her to waste all that milk.
Zola whirled around, shooting me an angry look. Before she could start speaking, I interrupted. "Don’t just spill it on the floor," I said, passing her a container. She took it with a grimace, placing it before her, and once I gave her the go-ahead, she began to milk herself.
Honestly, watching a woman milk herself was quite arousing. Feeling mischievous, I reached out and quickly tapped her butt plug, turning it on. She jumped and jerked towards me. "Wha… mmm… why?" A moan escaped her, interrupting her for a moment.
I just smiled and gestured for her to continue. Giving me a stink eye, she did so, biting her lip and trying to silence herself, yet even her quiet and suppressed moans were quite arousing.
Rising, I embraced her from behind, placing my hands on her stomach, causing her to turn her head towards me. I captured her lips with my own, swallowing her moans and complaints.
Despite this, she didn't release her breasts. Even if she wasn't truly expressing her own milk and had begun abusing her nipples instead, leaving one of my hands on her stomach, I let the other slide down towards her moistening area.
As my fingers touched her, she moaned into my mouth and leaned against me more. I could feel myself becoming increasingly aroused. Letting go of her for a moment, I slid down my overalls and freed my hardened dick.
Zola jumped a little as she felt my cock rubbing against her ass. I rubbed it there for a moment before moving it between her legs and pressing it against her wet pussy, allowing her juices to lubricate me.
Unwilling to wait any longer, I pushed her onto all fours and grabbed her hips, admiring her nice figure. I gave her ass a light swat, enjoying the jiggle. "Ah..." Zola jumped a little before looking back at me.
She was breathing heavily by now, panting with need reflected in her eyes. I turned towards Alora, who was looking at us both with desire in her eyes as well. "Why don’t you finish milking our good cow?" A smile appeared on her face, and she hurriedly got in front of Zola, taking her hanging breasts in her hands and vigorously milking her.
As for me, I positioned myself in front of the wet and eager pussy and savored sinking into its warm depths. So much better than that cursed demon whore. As I reached the end, I gave it a sharp thrust, pushing Zola towards Alora a little.
I gripped her horns, tilting her head back as I started to move in her. Soft, breathy sounds were all that escaped her lips as she felt stimulation from multiple sources—the plugs vibrating within her, while I continued thrusting into her warmth, with Alora milking her heaving breasts.
The sensation of the vibrations added a new layer of pleasure to my movements. She was so wet that it was evident, droplets trickling from her. Her walls embraced me effortlessly.
"Who's a good little cow?" I panted heavily, pulling her head further back. She responded with moans and gasps, so I released one horn and spanked her. "I said, who's a good little cow?" I continued spanking her while delivering sharp, shallow thrusts, reaching deep inside her.
"Me... master... I am a good little cow!" Zola finally screamed out. Alora, seemingly tired of Zola's noises, captured her lips in a kiss, causing Zola to jerk but unable to escape my hold.
The intensity was overwhelming. I increased my pace, feeling myself reaching the peak. Slapping her once more, I reached between her legs, eliciting a tighter grip from her.
Eventually, she became still, stifling her release as Alora kissed her, while I enjoyed the tightening sensation for a brief moment before continuing my thrusts, seeking my own climax.
As she began to weaken, I pushed deeper, releasing my load, marking her cervix. Releasing her horn, I let her head fall towards Alora as I held her hips, allowing the last of my release to sink in.
Gently holding her, I laid her down, skillfully avoiding the container filled with her milk that I had placed to the side. Looking at Alora, who was now kneeling before me, I gave her a grin filled with desire. This made her smile bashfully at me as she approached.
With her before me, I leaned in and kissed her, pouring all my emotions and desires into it. I relished in her soft moans as she surrendered to me completely.
Sensing Zola shuffling beside us, I glanced at her and handed her a container with a smirk. She blinked at me, momentarily confused, before understanding filled her eyes.
I turned Alora around, and she widened her eyes upon seeing Zola raise an empty container before her. She bit her lip and glanced at me before positioning herself on all fours, allowing Zola to grab her breasts. With another glance in my direction, she shook her ass from side to side, wordlessly seeking my attention.
Placing my hands upon her ass, I gently caressed her cheeks for a moment before activating the vibrations of her butt plug. This caused her to start slightly and emit a soft moan. Simultaneously, Zola squeezed her hanging breasts, causing streams of milk to escape her nipples.
Standing up, I walked in front of Alora, prompting Zola to move aside. Kneeling before her, I raised my member to her lips. Alora glanced up at me briefly before parting her mouth.
As I gradually inserted my hardening member into her mouth, her tongue began to caress around the tip. Placing my hand on her head, I let her mouth prepare me for later.
Reaching for Zola with my free hand, I pulled her closer and initiated a kiss. This caused her to momentarily cease milking Alora. In response, I lightly swatted her buttocks, eliciting a slight jump. Keeping my lips close to her, I softly commanded, "Don’t stop milking her," prompting her to resume squeezing Alora’s breasts, facilitating the flow of milk.
Feeling my member stiffen, I pushed deeper into Alora’s mouth. Upon reaching the back of her mouth, she coughed lightly. Breaking the kiss with Zola, I glanced down at Alora, noticing tears gathering in her eyes.
Placing my other hand on her head, her eyes widened. "Swallow slowly," I instructed in a gentle tone. Her tongue momentarily ceased its movement as she processed my intention.
After a pause, I felt her tongue resume, and her throat began to accommodate my member. Proceeding slowly, I felt her head jerk and heard coughing sounds, prompting me to halt. However, I must admit that feeling her throat enveloping the head of my member felt incredible.
Holding her firmly despite the tears streaming down her cheeks, I pushed a little deeper, relishing the constriction and vibrations of her throat against my member as she attempted to swallow while coughing. With her drool escaping her mouth, not wanting to push her further, I withdrew my member from her mouth.
She began to cough harshly, tears streaming down her face. Damn, now I felt bad. I raised her head and gently caressed her cheek while smiling at her. "You did well, such a good girl," I said as Alora attempted a smile.
Moving behind her, I squeezed her ass. Removing one hand from her, I took my cock and rubbed it on her wet pussy before slowly and gently pushing in. Her pussy felt different from Zola’s, most likely due to her past abuse by the Satyrs; she was looser, yet still gripping me nicely.
Another thing I noticed was that I was able to sink in completely with her, whereas with both Zola and Malora, I wasn’t able to bottom out. Holding her hips, I relished the opportunity to fully penetrate her.
Giving her a swat on the ass, I felt her tighten momentarily around me—interesting. However, I didn't want to abuse her further; instead, I aimed for her pleasure.
Reaching for her pleasure button, I gently began to caress it, eliciting louder moans and sighs from her. When Zola stopped milking her, I pulled Alora up against me, allowing me to play with her now-empty breasts.
While doing so, I nibbled on her neck, enjoying her complete lack of reservations in expressing her own pleasure. Seeing Zola simply sitting there observing us, I grabbed her by the horn, ignoring her indignant squawk, and guided her mouth towards Alora's pussy. Looking down at her, I commanded, "Lick," and pushed her mouth closer to Alora’s cunt while giving it a sharp thrust toward her mouth.
After a glare and a return glare from me, Zola lowered her eyes, opened her mouth, and let her tongue explore Alora’s pussy and my cock, still thrusting into the same pussy.
"Ah… master… so good," Alora moaned, squirming in my grasp, arousing me further. Holding both of her breasts as handholds, I increased the speed of my thrusts into her much tighter pussy.
Sensing my climax approaching and feeling her vaginal walls tightening around me, I assumed she was getting closer as well. Releasing one of her breasts, I placed it on her hip to hold her in place as I gave a few more deep thrusts and finally stopped holding back, releasing my second load into her pussy, painting it white as well.
As I proceeded, she released a loud moan, momentarily stiffening as she tightly gripped my cock. Zola continued licking, drawing out her pleasure. After a brief pause, I allowed my cock to slip out, repositioning Zola's head to bring it to my spent member. "Clean me up," I commanded her. Initially resistant, she quickly relented after a swift swat on her backside.
Taking my now-softened cock into her mouth, she made a slight grimace before diligently starting to lick it clean. With meticulous care, she removed both my own and Alora's fluids from its surface, ensuring a thorough clean up.
