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Dairy farmer in World of Warcraft ch 8
🕑 Added 2023-12-17 15:41:46 +0000 UTCAs I sat on the floor, attempting to make sense of everything that had happened today and how close I had come to messing everything up – not to mention what that crazy succubus would've done to me and the others once she grew bored of Malora – I realized I should have known something was wrong when she was so willing. I guess being so lucky all the time made me forget where I was. Fortunately, this lesson did not cost me too much.
A frustrated noise drew my attention. Looking up, I saw Zola still fondling herself – no, she was attempting to milk herself, but it seemed she was unable to do so. What?
Finally giving up, she raised her head and glared at me with pursed lips. Her frustration seemed to boil over. "Well?!" She spat out, taking me aback. Seeing my confusion, she stomped her foot. "Aren't you going to finish doing it?"
Before I could say anything, Alora, who had a displeased look on her face, stomped towards Zola. "Don’t speak to the master like that!" she spat at Zola, catching her off guard.
"Oh boy, this is not gonna end well," was the predominant thought in my mind as I stood up and began to approach them. Standing before them, Zola gave Alora a stink eye before looking back at me.
I raised my hand to her cheek and gently caressed it, confusing her for a moment. "You should be more polite when asking something, Zola," I said, turning towards Alora and smiling at her. "Isn't that right, Alora?"
Alora smiled up at me with darker cheeks. "Yes, master," she replied demurely. Raising my other hand, I patted her on the head. "Good girl," I said, making her beam at me. How cute.
Looking back at Zola, I could see her clenching her jaw, unwilling to give in. In return for her stubbornness, I took my hand away and turned back to Alora, causing her to grasp my hand. I raised an eyebrow, and she bit her lip, looking down with darkened cheeks. "Please milk me... master, they hurt," she softly whispered with embarrassment.
Placing my hand under her chin, I lifted her face to look at me and gave her a proud smile. "Much better," I said, making her cheeks darken even more.
Motioning for her to kneel, she complied slowly until she was on all fours, her udders hanging underneath her. Kneeling beside her, I positioned a container underneath and gently began to caress the nearest breast.
I could never get over how taut and full milk-filled their udders become; even the slightest touch can make milk drip from their firm nipples. As I focused on one breast, the other was left unattended. Looking up at Alora, an idea struck me. "Take her other breast, Alora, and assist me in milking her."
Alora was momentarily taken aback while Zola turned her head towards me, about to speak, but a squeeze of her breast in my hand made her look back down.
After a moment, Alora knelt on the opposite side and grasped Zola’s other breast, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Zola, though she offered no objections. After caressing it briefly, Alora gently pressed down on the breast in her hands, causing a stream of milk to escape.
This action drew a relieved sigh from Zola. Having a mischievous idea, I reached for Zola’s rear, tapping it gently before activating her vibrating butt plug. This caused her to jolt upwards, wide-eyed, towards me.
"Don’t worry, I won’t keep it on. Just a small reward for you being a good cow," I reassured her gently, causing her embarrassment to intensify as she looked down again, releasing soft moans.
Observing Alora, I noticed her focused demeanor while milking Zola; she seemed rather engrossed in the task. She varied the pressure of her squeezes and tenderly caressed the breast in her hands after each squeeze, diligently collecting the milk in the container beneath Zola.
Interesting. I wonder if I could have her assist with milking the cows once I have too many for me to manage alone.
Zola's louder moans and increasing restlessness drew my attention. Her hands clenched the fabric underneath her, while her leg muscles flexed, and her toes curled.
Her hips moved from side to side, indicating she was close to climaxing. Reaching between her legs, I felt her arousal. Sensing my touch there, she widened her legs, granting me easier access.
She glanced at me from the corner of her eye with a pleading look, wetting her lips and breathing heavily. "Does my good cow want to cum?" I teased gently, letting my fingers ghost across her pussy lips, with my middle finger gently rolling across her clit, which made her start panting. "Ple-please…" Zola moaned breathlessly.
I leaned towards her head, still gently running my fingers across her pussy, kissing her temple as I spoke in her ear. "Please, what?"
"Ple-please… mas-master…" Zola moaned again. Such a stubborn woman, but I do like that about her. "Use your words, dear," I continued to tease her. During all this time, Alora had not stopped milking Zola. In fact, once the container was filled and the breast she was milking had become empty, she took the breast I was using at first and milked that, which in turn just kept teasing Zola more.
"Please, master, make me cum!" Zola breathed out at last. "Good cow," I whispered in her ear and began to caress and play with her clit at last, making her arch her chest, which drew a squeak from Alora. Yet Zola paid her no mind, finally able to achieve her climax. I felt my hand become even wetter. Pulling my hand back, I turned off the vibrations of the plug.
After her climax had passed, I had to hold her, for it seems it had drained her quite a lot. Pulling her back to my chest, I held her as Alora finished milking her, while I turned her face towards me and began to kiss her. After a while, she responded as well, making her tongue play with mine.
She completely relaxed against me, and even once Alora finished extracting the last of her milk, she did not seem interested in moving away. Breaking the kiss, I could see the blissed-out look on her face as she put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Master?" Alora's gentle question made me look at her as she looked at me needily. I smiled at her, knowing what she wanted. Despite Zola’s grumbles, I laid her down and covered her, gesturing for Alora to sit in front of me, which she enthusiastically did.
Smiling at her in amusement, I put my hands around her and pecked her on the lips. Raising my hands upwards, I held her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight. While she had the least amount of milk of all the girls, it had grown quite a lot, and so had her breasts, in fact.
Giving them both a gentle press, I let the milk flow from them, which made her release a moan in my ear. Unlike Zola, Alora did not even attempt to quiet her enjoyment of what I was doing to her.
Lowering my hands, I turned on both of her plugs, feeling the vibrations that made her jump a little. Yet, she only smiled at me lustfully, making no objections.
Returning my hands to her breasts, I resumed milking her while engaging her lips in a kiss, which did very little to quiet her moans. I could see her eyes roll back into her head while her hands gripped my pants.
Her squirming on my lap would have aroused me any other time, but that damned succubus had drained me so much that I had no thought in my mind of having sex, not even with my good girl. It was just sad because it was quite obvious that she was really hoping to arouse me.
Breaking the kiss, I nibbled on her neck while toying with her nipples, making her sigh and pant. Her ass had not stopped grinding on my crotch at all; in fact, I could feel her wetness staining it.
“I am sorry, darling, but that succubus drained me too much,” I gently apologized in her ear. Hearing that, she stopped her grinding and pouted for a moment, yet even in her disappointment, her arousal could not be extinguished.
Seeing that her milk had finally been drained, I let one of my hands slide down her stomach towards her gushing pussy. As she felt my fingers begin caressing her, she pressed herself deeper against me, raising her hips towards my hand.
“Does someone feel needy?” I gently ribbed her, still placing little kisses on her neck.
“Mmm… yes… master… please…” Alora panted and sighed between her moans. Not interested in teasing her for now, I sunk my fingers in her while letting my thumb press down on her clit.
Rolling my thumb across her clit and gently caressing the inside of her cunt, I finally found that elusive spot and began to rub it, which made her jerk and arch, making me hold her with my other arm.
Her hands gripped my pants so hard I thought she would rip them as her pleasure-filled voice rang out, with nothing to hold her back.
Until finally, she drenched my hand and arched her hips high while sagging against me, releasing a deep, pleasure-filled exhale before becoming boneless in my arms.
Glancing toward Malora, I noticed she had finally sat up and was silently gazing at me, still holding Alora. A bemused expression adorned her face. "Didn't take you long to break in that one, did it?" Her mocking voice interrupted the silence. "Always was a bit of a weakling, even before the satyrs turned her into a plaything." Her attitude and words soured my mood, and she could see that I was not amused.
"Oh? Struck a nerve, did I? Well, I suppose weaklings attract each other," she sneered. I gently lowered Alora before standing and approaching Malora, who lost her sneer and attempted to stand quickly.
The moment she did, I wrapped my hand around her throat and smashed her into the wall behind her, causing her to gasp for air, breathless. I smacked away her hand as she attempted to slap me and backhanded her.
"You piece of..." Malora started to curse at me, but another slap silenced her. I was in no mood to tolerate her behavior, especially after what her pet pulled.
She glared at me with rage in her eyes, yet fear was also present. Without access to her power, I was stronger than her, and she began to realize that perhaps pushing me was not a smart idea.
Leaning closer to her with pursed lips and anger-filled eyes, I spoke with intensity, "I care not who you were or believed you were. You are nothing but a cow now, and I do not care for your arrogance." I leaned back and looked at her with disdain. "Perhaps I should simply remove your tongue, arms, and legs? After all, you do not need them to produce milk for me."
Her eyes widened in terror, trembling, and I could feel her throat move as she swallowed. Her mouth opened, yet no words escaped.
Still holding her throat, I dragged her back to her place and pushed her into it, releasing her throat and narrowed my eyes at her. Slowly and jerkily, she moved her arms and legs into place, after which I once more tied her up.
Taking the string that I once used to tie Zola's nipples, I did the same to her as she looked on in despair. Even now, I could feel how full of milk her breasts were. By not milking her, she would soon be in severe pain. Unlike Zola, I did not activate her plugs to offset her pain with pleasure. It was to be only suffering for her.
Grabbing her chin, I raised it so she could look into my eyes as I sneered at her. "If I hear even a peep from you, you will never make a sound again." I ignored the tears that had gathered in her eyes and turned away from her.
As I turned away from her, I caught sight of Vela's bound form. It seemed she had grown tired of muffled screams and instead settled for glaring. Approaching her, I seized her by the horn and dragged her to Alora’s old space.
She attempted to bat me with her wings and kick out with her bound legs. Growing weary of her struggles, I released her horn, letting her drop to the floor, and picked up the sword I had given to Zola earlier.
Placing it beneath her chin, I snarled, "Either you obey, or I will leave you as nothing but a torso with only your head attached." Vela glared at me but eventually grew still.
Lifting her forcefully, I hung her on the hooks, binding her in a way that contorted her hands and legs painfully, eliciting muffled shouts of agony.
As I observed her pendulously swinging udders, I sneered before ruthlessly slapping them, causing her to emit muffled screams and growls. Gripping her throat, I slammed her head into the wall behind her. "Welcome to the rest of your life, wretch. You'll never be free. Even once I leave this place, I'll leave you here, tied up and sealed off, ensuring no one will ever find you."
