Dairy farmer in WoW ch 20

I spent the rest of the way back to camp in silence, contemplating how to best proceed. Despite my previous desires, I will need to create a more efficient system, one which will inevitably reduce the women in it to mere cattle.

In some ways, I had been preparing for it already. None of the new women had names. Well, that was incorrect; they did have names, but I did not know them and had no intention of learning. It would make it easier to disassociate them in my mind.

In fact, I had not checked the shop ever since I received the new quotas. Now seemed like a good time to see if there was anything of value there.

After scrolling for a moment, I came to the conclusion that there was and wasn’t at the same time. Everything there was literally just to make it more efficient to keep cows and milk them, which is to be expected, I suppose, and helpful. Sadly, beyond the Potion of Permanence that I already had access to, no other methods of self-growth had been granted to me.

Two items caught my attention. The first was the: Gag of Feeding - 20 litres. It will feed a cow, needing to be recharged with magic every twenty feedings. Warning! Do not self-use.

That one sounded really, really nice and would solve my food problems to a large extent. The question was whether I should buy one for each of the cows that I will simply keep locked in the stockades I will create or swap it out. There was merit in each choice, but in the end, paying 140 litres once and being done with it seemed like a better choice. Having to swap it out all the time and keeping track of the limit on it would get tiring soon.

Next was the most obvious thing and one I had been quite surprised I had not seen in the basic shop at the very start – Milker - 50 litres. A standard milking apparatus can milk up to six breasts at a time. Warning! Do not mix different types of milk; it can lead to catastrophic results!

Huh, I wonder what had someone mixed to warrant that warning? Best not to think about it. Still, reading the warning, another thing occurred to me – milk tier. Mixing low-tier milk with higher is also not a good idea most likely, so for now, it did not seem a worthwhile purchase in theory. But I had other plans for it for now.

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As we stepped foot into the place I had chosen to settle, Alora came skipping towards us with a massive grin on her face. "Master! You're back! I missed you," she cried out joyfully and hugged me tightly. No matter how bad my mood was, Alora instantly made it better. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her as well. "Good to be back, my dear," I whispered softly in her ear, making her beam up at me.

Zola approached much calmer and simply nodded at me before gazing at the carriage and the women in it. Her eyes roamed across the harpy, centaur, and naga before pausing at the elf, and her jaw tightened. Oh right, there was some bad blood there as well.

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, simply raising an eyebrow. And just like that, my mood, lifted by Alora, soured again. "There were complications," I stated simply, gazing towards the cows I had left in their care and noticing that the troll was tied up and gagged.

Zola glanced back at her before letting out a huff. "She attempted to run," I snorted. Of course she did, completely expected. Well, after today, we won't have to worry about that.

I looked down at Alora in my arms. "Where is the troll's milk?" I asked, since I would need it to give me enough power to do what I want. Alora tilted her head inquisitively before leading me towards it.

Just as I was about to consume it, I paused, realizing there was no need to waste this precious resource. After all, there was quite a lot of it. "Be a good girl and fetch me a potion, will you?" I said to Alora with a warm smile, and she beamed brightly before skipping away.

In the meantime, I began to drink down the milk, feeling my power surge with each gulp. Once I had consumed all of it, I chugged down the potion that Alora presented to me and braced myself for the expected flood of sensations. Yet, to my surprise, none came. Huh, I guess I had grown so accustomed to it by now that I felt no side effects. That's a relief.

Rolling my shoulders, I strolled into the cave I had meticulously carved out until now and commenced with the expansion. Whereas the rock had once resisted my will, it now yielded like water, obedient to my every command.

As I expanded the space, I reinforced the ceiling and walls, adding sturdy columns for extra stability. Once satisfied with the structural integrity, I divided the area into rooms.

One room would serve as a temporary barn, so to speak. To allow in natural light, I crafted a window, letting sunlight flood the space. Next, I fashioned stockades, each tailored to accommodate the needs of the individual cows, providing a solid foundation for their care.

Now, only the last step remained – bathing them. Since I had no intention of removing them from their stockades for some time, I ingeniously carved pipes into the ceiling to carry hot water, finishing with a nozzle above each stockade to allow a gentle cascade of water.

A small lava flow would ensure the water remained warm, also serving to heat the room, which was an added bonus. In the end, it resembled nothing more than a dreary, uninviting space. Essentially, it was a slave dungeon.

I dragged my hand down my face, feeling the weight of my decision settle heavily upon me as I considered it for one last time. “Master?” A worried voice spoke up from behind me, and I slowly turned to see the scared-looking Alora gazing up at me, her eyes flickering nervously towards the room's contents.

I extended my arms, and Alora hesitantly walked into my embrace. “It’s not for you, sweetheart,” I reassured her softly. As I spoke, she visibly relaxed in my arms. “As long as you behave.” Her response was immediate, a reassurance whispered earnestly, “I will always behave, master.” I offered her a gentle smile and kissed her forehead. “I know. Now, ask Zola and Malora to help you bring the other cows in here.”

Alora nodded, glancing between me and the room, before making her way outside.

Both Zola and Malora froze upon seeing what I had constructed. Malora, more so than Zola, as it didn't escape her notice that there were eight stockades while only seven women were tied up.

Her grip on Shayla, predictably brought along, loosened, and Shayla seized the opportunity to attempt escape since her legs were free. However, Malora swiftly intervened, chaining her and casting a fearful glance in my direction, while I regarded her with stoic detachment.

Eventually, all the women were brought in, and I ensured that those of the same magical affinity were placed beside each other. After a few quick purchases, each woman was outfitted with a gag and plug to manage their bodily functions. Fortunately, the plugs were adjustable, expanding enough to accommodate even the centaur woman.

Despite their struggles and attempts to speak once their collars and gags were removed, I was in no mood to entertain defiance. A swift, strong backhand silenced them momentarily, allowing me to insert the new gags, while fel chains kept them restrained long enough for the plugs to be inserted. Then, with a wave of my hand, I raised the ground beneath them, fashioning a makeshift bed of sorts.

Once the last cow was secured, I stepped beside the final stockade, a move that puzzled Alora and Zola, while Malora's fearful gaze remained fixed on me. "Please…" she finally whispered, her voice trembling with apprehension. Yet, I remained silent, meeting her gaze with a firm stare. "I will do better, master. Please," she pleaded, sinking to her knees. I felt a pang of sympathy, but I knew I had to maintain my resolve.

"Malora," I uttered her name with a chill that silenced her, causing her to approach me cautiously. With deliberate movements, I restrained her, establishing for the time being what would serve as her designated space.

Alora and Zola watched in wide-eyed bewilderment. It wasn't until I had finished that Zola snapped out of her stupor. "What? What is…?" I noticed her hands instinctively moving to protect her stomach.

I cast a glance at Malora before addressing the two of them. "Malora overstepped her boundaries and forgot her place," I explained, my gaze shifting between them. "I won't deny my fondness for you, but ultimately, I am your owner, and you are slaves. Malora failed to assist me when the Naga attacked, instead choosing to mock and jest, and then she provoked the elf, endangering our lives. Such behavior cannot be tolerated."

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After leaving the slave room, I crafted a smaller space to serve as my personal living area. With a touch of my powers, I softened the earth that I raised to the point that it felt more like a mattress than the raw ground.

Zola and Alora, intrigued, followed me and observed my actions. "Bring the sleeping mats in here," I instructed. Although the earth bed was more comfortable, it wasn't ideal for sleeping, so the girls brought in the mats and began arranging them to create a makeshift bed.

Despite my desire to simply collapse onto the newly arranged bed, there was another task at hand. The felguard, which I had summoned, was under Malora's control, and I couldn't risk any reckless actions on her part. Stepping outside, I tore the felguard apart. Knowing it would take time for it to reform in the twisting nether, I had a temporary reprieve from any potential revelations.

Realistically, I doubted I held a high position on the demons' interest list, at least for the time being. Returning inside, I approached Malora, who greeted me with a hopeful smile. However, when I simply removed her piercings, stripping her of her magical abilities once again, she looked down, allowing her tears to flow freely.

Unwilling to linger in that space any longer, I walked out and sealed the room, then returned to what could now be considered my bedroom.

I finally sank into my new bed and gazed into space, lost in thought, not really thinking of anything. Both Zola and Alora stood nearby, their nervous energy palpable.

"So, how long is she going to be kept there? Or is she never coming out?" Zola asked, her tone quite harsh. When I glanced at her, she snapped her mouth shut, yet the look in her eyes remained unchanged.

"Till it sinks in," I replied at last. Standing up, I approached Zola, who stood at her full height, towering above me, yet her nervousness was apparent. Walking closer and closer, I finally trapped her between me and the wall behind her.

Slowly, I let my eyes roam across her until our eyes locked together. I felt my desire flood me; it had been some time since I had sampled her, and that was simply unacceptable.

Taking my right hand off the wall, I put it on her hip, giving it a squeeze before letting my hand travel upwards, enjoying her flesh moving beneath my palm.

The moment my hand arrived at her breast, I attacked her lips, devouring them and ravishing her mouth. Her tongue resisted so nicely, twisting and turning, attempting to push me away, only making me enjoy it more.

All the while, my hand caressed and squeezed her massive breast, a little milk spurting from her nipple. It seems my cow needs to be milked. I took my other hand off the wall and grabbed her thigh, lifting her leg and spreading them, allowing me to grind our pelvises together.

Her hands finally landed across my shoulders as one of her hands landed on my head and her fingers began to run across my scalp, while the other landed on my back where her nails began to leave red trails across it.

At last, my finger found her nipple and the piercing in it. Grasping it, I began to pull and twist on it, enjoying the mewls and groans she released due to it, and the way her arms tightened around me.

The leg I had been holding up wrapped around me as well, giving her meaty thigh a squeeze. My hand traveled to her ass, giving it a squeeze as well, then I slapped it.

“Ah!” Our heavy make-out session finally broke as a gasp escaped her. I gazed at her with desire, breathing heavily, and she equally returned the look.

Letting go of her breast, I put my other hand on her ass as well and lifted her up, making her squeal in surprise as her legs and arms tightened around me. Releasing a chuckle at her surprise, she narrowed her eyes at me before attacking my mouth of her own volition.

Fortunately, the bed was right there, so we simply crashed into it with her beneath me, which made her exhale. Pulling back, I removed my clothes, letting my raging hard cock bounce free.

Zola licked her lips at the sight of it, yet my gaze switched to Alora standing there awkwardly. “Come here,” I growled, making her smile and quickly undress and rush towards us.

As she did that, I undressed Zola as well. Afterward, she stretched languidly, displaying her frankly sinful body to my greedy gaze, and seeing Alora join beside her only inflated my lust.

My hand shot out like a snake, and I grabbed Zola’s horn, pulling her head towards my dick.

She did not resist even a little, the slut. Alora was quick to join her, both of them lavishing my boner with their mouths and tongues.

My other hand gripped Zola’s second horn, her eyes looking knowingly at me, almost challenging. I released a growl before sinking into her wide-open mouth. I glanced at Alora quickly. “Play with the slut,” I commanded her, and like the obedient little puppy she was, she was quick to obey, slinking behind Zola and letting her hands roam across her body.

Zola’s eyes had gone a little wide as Alora's ministrations increased her pleasure, while I slowly and steadily began to sink into her throat, letting her swallow me, as she gagged a little.

Ghuk Gluck Ghack!

The sounds were like music to my ears, and I breathed harsher, my hand tightly grasping her horns as I resisted my desire to simply fuck her throat. Finally, after a tortuously long time, I sank fully into her throat.

A groan of satisfaction escaped me as I felt her convulsing throat flex around my cock. After a moment, her hands landed on my thighs. Looking down, I could see her wide eyes as her air began to run out and her gagging grew stronger.

GHAACK! HLURCK! GLURCK!

Holding her for a moment longer, I began to slowly travel back, pulling out. Once I left her throat, I kept my dick in her mouth and let her breathe around it.

Alora, in the meantime, was expertly toying with Zola’s body, making me wonder if they had done so while I was gone. The image it created made me push ahead once more, sinking in faster this time but not all the way.

Slowly, I began to thrust into her throat. Ghuck! Gluck! Ghack! Her gagging persisted throughout.

I did not want to come in her throat, not this time at least, so I pulled out and laid my dick across her face as she breathed heavily, her tongue lolling out and licking the parts of my dick she could reach.

“What a needy little slut you are,” I taunted her, yet that did not deter her even a little, only giving me a crooked smile.

Letting go of her horns, I pushed her down, pulling Alora atop her. I enjoyed the sandwich I had made, Alora’s dark purple skin contrasting with Zola’s lighter purple skin, their wet pussies gliding across each other as Alora began to make out with Zola, who returned it as well.

These two definitely fucked while I was gone. Grabbing Alora’s ass, I spread those cheeks and tapped the plug, which made her jump a little. Yet, when she attempted to turn to look at me, Zola grabbed her head and kept making out despite her muffled protests. Heh.

Holding onto Alora’s hips, I let my dick sink in between their pussies and rubbed it across their quims. Oh, both of them were drenched.

“Decisions, decisions… which to fuck first,” I said to myself, yet the two heard me as well, obviously.

“Me! Please! Master!” Alora quickly looked back at me, with a couple of twacks Zola’s hands landed on Alora’s ass, drawing a groan from the elf. “Do it! Fuck the mewling little slut,” Zola grinned at me.

“Hah!” escaped me before I did just that. The moment my head was at the entrance, I sank in fully, unwilling to wait. My hands tightened on Alora’s hips as I felt her much tighter pussy grip me. In fact, the moment my cock fully sank in, I felt my dickhead strike her uterus. Ha? Her cunt shrunk?

Bah, later! For now, I enjoyed the new sensations, beginning to thrust, drawing mewls and moans from Alora.

"Yes… do you like that, you little slut?" Zola taunted Alora as her hands squeezed and slapped Alora’s ass. "A good little pet for your master, always ready to obey," she snarled before chomping down on Alora’s neck, biting and licking it, one of her hands letting go of Alora’s ass and going straight for her boob.

"Such a good little cow! Eager to be milked, aren’t you?" Zola harshly gripped Alora’s breast, after which she began to twist and pull her nipple.

"Well?!" Zola demanded. "YES! YES, I AM! I am master's good little cow!" Alora shouted out as her cunt gripped me tightly. Honestly, I had become so surprised that I was just sort of thrusting in her, enjoying the show.

So when she came and gripped me, it took me by surprise, and a few more thrusts were all it took for me to let go and fill her up as well. "Yes… good little pet, take that cum," Zola whispered in Alora’s ear while glancing at me with desire. "Let it fill you… let it breed you." 

Another smaller orgasm gripped Alora’s body at that.

Huh, does someone have a breeding fetish?

Alora slumped across Zola as I pulled my dick out of her. While I was not fully soft, I wasn't as hard. Zola furrowed her brows at that before slapping Alora’s ass. “Clean your master.” Okay, that’s enough. As Alora rose to do just that, I gently kissed her and pushed her down. “Rest.” She smiled gratefully at me and laid down.

As I looked back at Zola, she seemed a bit worried. “Someone seems to think too much of themselves, it seems,” I spoke simply, yet my words carried weight.

As Zola attempted to speak, I hushed her and pulled her head towards my cock. “Clean me and get me hard,” I commanded, and she hurried to obey. Her tongue roamed across all of my cock before her mouth engulfed it.

I didn't even have to press upon her head for her to take my slowly hardening cock in her throat and massage it back to hardness.

Ghuck Ghack Gluck!

“While I do not mind you girls playing with each other, do not assume you to be above one another. You were quite rude to little Alora here,” I spoke as her throat went up and down my cock.

I pulled her head off once I was hard again. “So now you will ask forgiveness from sweet Alora here,” I said as Zola turned and opened her mouth to speak. I shushed her. “No... not like that.” She looked at me in confusion, but I guided her to all fours and pushed her head between Alora’s legs, who, understanding what I wanted, spread them.

Zola hesitated for only a moment before her mouth landed on Alora’s quim. “Ohh… mmmm… thank you… master,” Alora moaned out, gripping Zola’s horns and holding her head.

Meanwhile, I positioned myself behind my little arrogant cow and gripped her twitching tail in my hand, which made it freeze for a moment before she wrapped it around my arm. Holding her steady, I gave her flexing ass a slap. Gripping my cock, I positioned myself and slowly and tortuously sunk into her depths.

Once she realized that I was not thrusting, Zola attempted to pull away, but my hand on her tail held her in place.

“If Alora says you are doing well, then you will get fucked. If not…” I let the rest of my sentence remain unsaid. Alora glanced at both me and Zola with a bitten lip, muffled moans escaping her.

She whined as Zola increased her efforts so that Alora would allow her to be fucked. “Master!” Alora cried out, but that was not what I wanted, so I stayed still, enjoying Zola’s needy pussy flexing around me as her uterus pulsated on my dickhead.

“Use your words, dear, or poor Zola doesn’t get anything,” I spoke amusedly.

Alora pulled Zola’s head off of her cunt and looked at her. “Will you be a good cow for master?” Alora asked. “YES! Yes, I will,” Zola was quick to assure her as her hips kept trying to move, making me hold her steady.

Alora bit her lip and glanced at me for a moment before speaking. “A good little broodmother, bred and milked?” She said huskily; I felt Zola's cunt grip me tightly at those words. “Yeeeeeeees!” Zola breathed out heavily and needily, breathing harshly.

Alora pushed her head back down and gave me a naughty look. “Fuck her, master.”

I shook my head for a moment before doing just that. Honestly, I was close to breaking myself; Zola's cunt flexing across my dick was maddening for me as well, so it’s a good thing that Alora broke at last.

It seems Zola really appreciated me fucking her if the moans she released in Alora’s quim and the way Alora twisted and moaned herself were any indication.

I have to say, having a handle to hold the draenei in place as I fucked her was quite convenient.

“Ahnnn… yess…. Haaaa…” Escaped Alora as she finally climaxed once more, letting go of Zola’s horns at last. Seizing this chance, I gripped one of her horns and pulled her back, all the while increasing the intensity of our lovemaking.

“So… a broodmother, eh? Shall I keep you bred all the time?” I breathed out harshly as her body responded to my words.

“Oh! Yes… ahh… breed me!” Zola cried out as she reached her climax, pushing back against me with all her might. As I bottomed out, my release filled her already impregnated womb once more.

I pulled her up until her back laid against my chest, letting go of her tail as I placed my hand across her pregnant belly. My teeth grazed across her neck as I spoke softly, “So, how many times should I impregnate you?” My words elicited a whine from her as she tightened around my softening member, as if she desired more of my essence.

“All of them,” Zola breathed out at last, making me laugh and fall back onto the bed. Spreading my arms, I let the girls crawl to me as we lay there in a sweaty mess, the entire room reeking of sex.

I should probably do something about that.

Later.

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