Dairy farmer in WoW ch 23

My apprehension was obvious to anyone as... darn it, I forgot to ask her name again, came through. Seeing my apprehensive look at her, she rolled her eyes. "Relax. Now, before you collar me, do not forget to command me to be able to move and speak after," she said as she leaned forwards.

Yet, at my furrowed brows, she stopped, gazing at me in disbelief. "You don’t know, do you?" A sigh of resignation escaped her. "I really will need to teach you everything," she murmured more to herself than to me. "Go on, just don’t forget to do it."

Ignoring that for a moment, I instantly clicked the collar around her neck and she fell to the floor bonelessly.

"HEY! You could’ve caught her at least," the succubus beside me called out in anger. I spared her a little glance before looking down at the demoness laying at my feet.

"You can move and speak," I said slowly, and a moment later, she was standing up. At my confused look, she sighed once more. "Did you really not try to learn anything about anything?"

“There was nothing about an option like that said anywhere,” I shot back, incensed at her essentially calling me stupid.

She narrowed her eyes at me, considering. “Tell me... what is the description that accompanies the collars?” Her eyes widened once I told her the description from the shop.

After which laughter escaped her, I could only look on in exasperation as she laughed before me. Still, a glance at the succubus beside me showed that she was just as confused.

“Care to tell me what’s so funny?” I said, getting a little angry. Her laughter trailed off, and afterwards, she looked at me with pity. Now what?

“They really don’t care anymore, do they?” she said absentmindedly, sparing a glance at her ‘daughter’ beside me before focusing on me. “Let me guess, none of you cows are wearing a collar, well besides me?” She started, and from how serious she was now being, I felt that there was a good reason I should not have taken their collars off.

“Tell me, have you collared any woman for more than six months?” she asked, and I shook my head. “Good, there is still time,” she murmured before focusing on me. “I suggest you collar them all quickly. As for why, the collar's effect wears off at six months, all of it.” Her words chilled me; there was no reason for her to elaborate on how bad that could be.

‘Shit, what other unknown effects does the stuff in that shop have? Shit!’ I exclaimed internally. “Do I need the specific collars?” I asked, though somehow I already suspected it.

“Yes, there is a reason multiple tiers of them exist,” she affirmed my worry. I eyed the collar on her neck. Still, if I had six months, perhaps I could switch them from one to another.

“Forget it. The more you remove and apply it, the less time it takes for it to wear off,” she was quick to shut down that plan. “Also, if you use a lower tier on a higher tier, the effect wears off three times as fast,” she continued, just making my day better.

Fuck! That means I only have a little time before Shayla is able to use her power, since I used only a low-tier one on her, since at the time I had the mid-tier one on the naga.

“Also, as you’ve realized now, once collared, you can command those wearing the collar.” It seemed something else occurred to her as she looked at me. “What magic have you been consuming while using the potion with?” What now?

I thought for a moment. “Fel in quantity and Arcane in quality, I suppose, with some elemental.” She seemed relieved hearing that. I felt like I didn’t want to know, but not knowing was stupid. “Why?”

“Do you know of magic addiction?” she asked, and at my nod, she continued. “If you overly consume one type of magic and make it permanent with the potion, you grow addicted to it and unable to even use others at one point. So you want to keep all of them balanced,” she finished, making me palm my face and massage my forehead. Fuck!

“Anything else you’ve been using?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Just some cleanliness kits and gags for feeding, oh, and a milker I bought today,” I said, hoping none of those had any hidden horrors.

She furrowed her brows in thought before shrugging. “Nothing I recall about them,” before she stilled and looked at me. “You’ve not been using them yourself, right?”

I was taken aback for a moment. “No,” I replied. She nodded as if in relief. “Good, good.” As I opened my mouth to ask, she was quick to continue. “No, you don’t wanna know.” Fair enough.

Still, the fact that I learned of this so soon worked well in my favor, since I still had some time to fix all of this. Still, this just solidified the fact that I could not trust those above me. Keeping such crucial information from me could’ve easily led to my demise.

“Why? Why keep such important information hidden?” I asked, not truly expecting an answer but just wanting to voice it.

“Power, why else?” The demoness snorted at my question. At my confused glance, she rolled her eyes. “Why would they share such easy power for scraps? You do know that when you die, they take everything?” At my understanding look, she finished. “Exactly.”

Well, fuck.

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While the things I had learned today made my mood plummet even more, there was still a deal we had made, and I was more than willing to fulfill my part. While a part of me was tempted to not believe what she had said to me, sadly I could not dismiss it.

In any case, keeping Shera, finally asked her name, and what she knew around was a good idea. I carved out a large chamber for their use. Despite her frown at me for doing so, I enforced it with a command that she had to protect me and mine if any of her companions decided to attack me.

I also allowed her to use her power since she would need it to summon them here. All in all, there were a lot fewer of them than I expected, but it was more about what kind they were that was surprising.

First were twins. Even if their skin colors did not reflect it, Shera said they were twins who served Kil’jaeden himself but escaped at Shera’s offer.

That’s when I realized who those two were! The twin bosses from Sunwell Plateau! Holy shit!

(Lady Sacrolash is the Purple one, and Grand Warlock Alythess is the red one)

“Mmmm, who’s this little one?” the orange one, Alythess if I recall correctly, leered at me. “Our host, my dear,” Shera was quick to draw her attention, at which point both of them looked at her, narrowing their eyes at the sight of the collar around her neck.

“Girls,” Shera said warningly. “I promised that we would not be a bother. You are not going to make me a liar, will you? Besides, I offered myself.” The two looked sour at that before stomping away.

Shera sighed beside me. “Do not worry, they won’t do anything. They are just overprotective of me. Kil’jaeden was not a kind master, as you can guess.”

Was it too late to change my mind? If those two were the ones she started with, did I want to see who else she was intending to call here?

“Don’t worry, there are only two more who need sanctuary. The rest can slip between the cracks quite easily,” Shera assured me, igniting the summoning circle once more.

This time, a massive demon appeared—a fucking doomguard. Are you kidding me? The moment he materialized, he glanced quickly around before looking down at the two of us. He spared a fleeting glance at me before focusing on Shera.

Kneeling down, he brought his massive head before her. Shera smiled gently at the giant and gently caressed his face. Lover? “Mother, are we safe?” Despite his loud and rumbling voice, the fear in the doomguard's voice was unmistakable. What the fuck?

“Yes, my son, we are safe for now,” Shera quickly assured, at which point the doomguard sagged in relief. “Rest, my son.” With a nod, the doomguard stomped to the other side of the chamber and plopped down, covering himself with his wings and falling asleep? What?

“Don’t worry about Krazun. He seeks only peace, so as long as he is not bothered, he won’t bother anyone else,” Shera explained, all the while looking at Krazun with a small smile.

As she looked back at the summoning circle, she hesitated. Uh oh, not good! She looked towards me, and her apprehension raised my worry. “I won’t lie, this one is going to be a bother, for you personally,” Shera’s words did nothing to assuage my apprehension. Wait? There is no way it was Vela? “Wait, is it…” Sadly, I did not manage to finish as the summoning circle flared up.

I looked towards it worriedly, and somehow the size that appeared in it instead of worrying made me worry less. Since there was no way it was Vela— the shape was wrong. Then again, once I understood what type of demon it was, my worry was back—a Shivarra.

“Ahmmm…” A moan of pleasure was the first thing we heard once she materialized. A smack was heard as Shera facepalmed at that, while I was taken aback and very confused.

Of course, once we could see her properly, the reason for that moan and the others escaping her made sense—she was masturbating, using all six of her arms to pleasure herself.

“DELLAZA!” An unamused shout came from Shera as she glared at the now-named demoness before her.

Dellaza spared a glance at Shera for a moment. “Oh, mother…” That was more of a moan than an acknowledgment. More than that, she did not seem in any hurry to stop. “Are we at our new home already? Mhmmmm…” Her eyes finally noticed me and widened before she licked her lips and gazed at me with desire. “Oh… is this mmm… him?”

Shera quickly turned to me. “Go, I’ll deal with it,” she shooed me away, and frankly, I was more than willing to oblige.