Dairy Farmer in WoW ch 25

Loud crashing noises coming from where Shera and her, uh, children were living jolted me as I was walking towards the barn. I turned towards it, but there were no more such loud noises, though I could hear some muffled shouting coming from there.

Now, what would be the smart thing to do? Ignore it and go about my business, hoping that whatever that was does not come back to bite me in the long run, while in the shorter term, I don’t get any more involved than I already was?

Sadly for me, I was not able to think about the second option since it was then that the makeshift door exploded outwards. I managed to bring up my hands so that the parts of the destroyed door did not hit me in the face. Sadly, my stomach was not so lucky, and one of the bigger pieces hit me there.

Looking up, I only had time to widen my eyes before six arms engulfed me and lifted me up, before continuing to run. “DELLAZA! Get back here!” Shera roared as she rushed out and saw me being carried away. “No!” Dellaza whined like a child as she rushed outside.

What? No… seriously… what? “Enough! Put me down.” That’s it, I am so done with this. Dellaza did just that, hearing Shera rushing out as well. Dellaza moved behind me, as if attempting to hide behind me. Shera stopped before us, she gave me a once-over before looking over at Dellaza, anger written across her face.

“What do you think you're doing?!” Shera roared at the cowering Dellaza, who was keeping me in place in front of her as she knelt behind me. I turned my head towards her. “Let. Me. Go,” I hissed at her. As she did so, I took a few steps to the side before looking from her to the fuming Shera.

“Now, what is going on?” This is not what I signed up for when I agreed to allow them to come here. “And why am I pulled into your squabble? If this is how you are going to act, then this will not work,” I said, looking at Shera as she grimaced before glaring back at Dellaza.

“Look what you did! After all I’ve done to keep us safe, this is how you repay me?” Shera hissed at the unrepentant Dellaza. “If you’d just let me do what I wanted, then none of this would’ve happened,” Dellaza shouted back at Shera, like a petulant child.

I couldn’t help it; I facepalmed. What the hell am I witnessing? Is this some bad joke? A demonic family drama or something? What the hell.

“Enough!” I shouted when it was obvious they would not stop yelling at one another. I turned to Shera. “What is going on?”

Shera crossed her arms and frowned heavily, unwilling to speak. Dellaza, on the other hand, was more than willing to speak up. “I want you to collar and milk me and abuse me, master!” she said eagerly.

I furrowed my brows in confusion as I glanced from the incensed Shera to the giddy Dellaza. “What?” I deadpanned at last, unable to believe what I just heard. “Please?!” Dellaza pleaded, falling to her knees and opening all of her six arms, thrusting out her chest.

“Oh, it gets me so wet thinking about it already! You squeezing my breasts harshly as my milk flows out from them, and then you would slap them because there was so little and call me a bad cow. And bad cows deserve to be punished so you would bind me and whip me for being such a useless cow.” I could see that she was really starting to get into it, her arms grabbing her own breasts and squeezing them harshly as her other arms twisted her nipples and the last two arms began playing with her dripping wet pussy.

“Dellaza! Control yourself!” Shera shouted at the masturbating Shivvara, but it was no use. Dellaza was in a world of her own and paid no heed to anything else.

I turned to Shera, ignoring the pleasure-filled moans and groans coming from Dellaza for now. No words were needed to be said; my gaze said more than a thousand words could.

Shera gave up on attempting to stop Dellaza and sighed while turning towards me. “Dellaza is… different,” she began haltingly. I spared a glance at the now loudly moaning Shivvara before looking back at Shera. “You don’t say,” I deadpanned at her.

“Shivvara as a species are predisposed to pain and abuse, or rather inflicting it. Dellaza, for some reason, was born different. I don’t know why or how, but she desires to be owned, abused, and kept,” Shera spoke, and I could hear the exasperation in her voice.

“Keeping her in check has not been the easiest of tasks, and upon learning of you… well,” Shera gestured at Dellaza, who did not seem to be stopping anytime soon.

I could only facepalm. “So you're telling me you brought a natural submissive to a slave keeper and didn't see anything wrong there?”

Shera crossed her arms as she pursed her lips. “Alythess and Sacrolash were supposed to help me keep Dellaza in check.” She pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. “But all they’ve been doing is egging her on, and Krazun is unwilling to engage in any conflict, so he is of no help either.”

Fan-fucking-tastic. Now the obvious choice would be to collar Dellaza and keep her bound up in some corner hooked up to a milker and just ignore it, but I doubt it will be so easy, and I did not want to tread on Shera’s hooves, yet.

I sighed in exasperation and sagged. “So? What are our options on this?” I asked, dreading the answer already.

Shera tightened her arms around herself as she gazed at Dellaza and me before looking down. “You will need to collar her,” she said sadly after a moment, surprising me. “Really?! Oh YES! Thank you! Master, please!” But not as surprised as Dellaza was it seems; she very eagerly extended her neck towards me with a smile as wide as her face would allow, eyes shining with anticipation.

I leaned back from her as I looked towards Shera. “One problem with that.” With that, I rubbed my finger up and down my neck while looking pointedly at Shera’s neck, where my only mid-tier collar was.

“Master?” Dellaza whispered, and as I glanced at her, I could see some tears had gathered in her eyes. What? “Do you not want me? Please, I will be good, or bad, whichever you prefer, please.”

Shera sighed. “Dellaza, dear. He doesn’t have a collar to put on you, yet.” Dellaza glanced at Shera and then at me, and when I gave a slow nod, she stood up resolutely and narrowed her eyes at Shera, with such intensity that Shera even stepped back.

“Bad cow, mother. Master needs more milk!” With that exclamation, Dellaza rushed at Shera with all six of her arms extended. Frozen in shock, Shera did not manage to get away before she was grabbed and manhandled by the Shivvara.

“Wha… Dellaza! Unhand me!” Shera called out once she snapped out of her shock. I simply turned around and walked away; this is not at all how I expected my day to go.

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As I walked into the barn, leaving the two demonesses to their own devices, I saw both Zola and Alora hard at work, milking and washing the cows. Smiling at them both, which made Alora beam at me while Zola smiled back a little before continuing what she was doing.

As I walked past the three succubi hooked up to their own milking machine, Shera’s ‘daughter’ as well, noticeably, I came upon the trio of Malora, Shayla, and the still nameless naga. She probably had a name, but I was not interested in learning it.

The milker was hard at work, pumping their milk from them, but I could see that the constant milking had taken its toll on them. Turning it off once all the milk had been drained from them, all three of them slumped in relief.

Ignoring both Shayla and the naga, I approached Malora. Taking hold of her, I released her bindings and lifted her up. As she settled in my arms, she weakly raised her head and whispered, “I will be good, please don’t put me back into it, master.”

I said nothing, simply walking out with her in my arms. Entering my own room, I gently laid her down on the bed. As she lay there bonelessly, I put the blanket over her before gently pecking her lips. “Sleep,” was all I said as I walked outside.

Walking back into the barn, I went back to the naga and removed the gag from her mouth once more. Raising her head, I looked at her tired face. “Ready to talk?” was all I asked. After a moment, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Yes.” It seems the constant milking and lack of good sleep due to it had chiseled down her attitude enough.

“Now, as I asked before, do you need saltwater as well, or is fresh water enough and how often do you need it?” I asked her once more. As I let my eyes roam her, I noticed that she looked quite dry.

“Fresh is enough, and every few days if I do not use my magic to hydrate myself,” she said weakly. Ah, so that’s how they usually deal with it for when they are out of water. Makes sense, I suppose.

“Why are you doing this?” She continued after a moment, her gaze locked onto me, confusion swimming in her gaze.

I raised my eyebrow. “For power, why else?” My hand grasped her hanging udder. “The milk that is drained from you is filled with magic, magic that I can use.”

Her brows furrowed. “But… there are easier ways to take one's magic.” And she was not wrong; there were plenty of other ways to do so. “Yes, but this way I can do it continuously. Besides…” I leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear. “I enjoy milking women like cows; after all, that’s what your udders are for, so why not use them for their intended purpose?”

As I leaned back, I could see her shock at my words. “You are a sick and twisted pervert,” she hissed out, making me roll my eyes. “Oh please, as if the Highborne were any better. It was your own debaucheries and twisted lifestyles that led to the world being sundered when your narcissistic, imbecile of a queen invited the demons here.” I let my eyes roam across her tail. “And turned you into what you are today, so I don’t want to hear that from you.”

For a moment, anger entered her eyes, not sure at which part of what I said, but knowing their zealotry, probably the comment about Azshara. Interestingly, she swallowed her anger and stayed quiet.

In any case, I got what I wanted from her, so I brought the gag back to her mouth. For a moment, it looked as if she would resist, but she decided not to try it and simply opened her mouth, allowing me to place it back inside.

Turning away from the naga, I looked across the other cows. Most did not even look at me, having resigned themselves to their fate or at least pretending to.

Only Shayla was still glaring at me, making me roll my eyes. Still feeling bored, I removed her gag, morbidly interested in what she would say or yell at me. Yet, even with her gag removed, she simply clenched her jaw and glared at me.

Feeling disappointed, I was about to leave when she spoke up. “Did you have to put me beside udders-Malora? The little slut wouldn’t stop looking at me smugly, as if the stupid bint wasn’t being milked herself! And now you even took her out.” Shayla began whining, making me roll my eyes. Well, that wasn’t what I expected at all.

“Did you kill her?” Shayla’s eyes shone with malice. “Serves the bint right,” she continued, her eyes glinting with greed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that her milk was weak, but what can you expect from low-class trash. Not like my own, and that naga over there,” she sneered at the naga. “A creature she may be, but even I can admit that her magic was strong in the milk.” Shayla looked at me with an intensity that was unsettling; she was starting to feel unhinged to me.

“Let me go, and I will help you capture powerful women. Together we will become unstoppable, our power unmatched!” Shayla was panting heavily as she spoke, her eyes shining with desire.

Having heard enough, I ignored her protests, gagged her, and stepped back. What the fuck was that? What is wrong with everyone today? First Dellaza and now Shayla.