Dairy farmer in World of Warcraft ch 16

Leaving the girls to luxuriate in the hot spring, I ventured off to locate Zola, uncertain whether she was upset or grappling with another concern. All I knew was that allowing any potential issue to linger was not a wise course of action.

I discovered her seated outside, her gaze distant and contemplative. Gently embracing her from behind, I rested my head on her shoulder, taking care to avoid her horns. She startled a bit at first but soon eased into the embrace. "Had enough of the others?" Zola remarked in an unusual tone.

My brows knitted in confusion. Was her concern that I would grow weary of them, so to speak? Yet, an inkling suggested there might be more beneath the surface. "No, but I did miss you," I replied softly, nibbling on her neck. For a moment, she remained unresponsive, not moving, but after a brief pause, she tilted her head slightly, granting me greater access.

While her hands covered mine on her stomach, her fingers gently traced over both my hands and her own abdomen. However, her expression betrayed her deep contemplation.

Allowing one of my hands to travel upward, I grasped one of her breasts and gave it a tender squeeze, prompting a surprised gasp to escape her lips. Her head turned slightly towards me, and her eyes finally focused on mine.

"Finally with me?" I playfully teased, giving her a gentle peck. "Talk to me; I'd rather you didn't bottle it up." I attempted to convey concern without sounding too commanding, as I genuinely wanted to address any potential issues before they could escalate.

She sighed, leaning more heavily into me. "Just some memories that have been plaguing me lately," she confessed. It did not escape my notice that her hands remained protectively on her stomach. Oh no... was she with child? Or did she already have children? It wasn't something I had considered before, nor did I particularly want to, but now that the thought had crossed my mind... What about the others?

How do I approach this delicate subject with her? "Don't worry, you did not leave a child without his mother," Zola reassured me, clearly aware of the direction my thoughts were taking. "It's hard to do that to a dead child," she finished, her tone devoid of emotion.

Damn! Wait... no way... no freaking way. "...Draenor?" I blurted out, instantly regretting it as I felt her tense in my arms. Ah, shit! Way to go, dumbass!

Letting go of her breast, I shifted her gently, pulling her closer into an embrace. I sensed the warmth of her tears trickling down onto my shoulder as her arms enveloped me. Together, we sat in silence, interrupted only by the soft sounds of her muffled sobs resonating through the moment.

After a while, she withdrew from the embrace and fixed her gaze upon me, wearing a peculiar expression as if attempting to discern something profound. Yet, amidst her scrutiny, all I could feel was bewilderment.

With a deep sigh, she leaned in, resting her forehead against mine, mercifully avoiding any collision with her horns. Zola moistened her lips, her nervousness palpable. Finally, she mustered the courage to open her eyes and meet my gaze. In a hushed whisper, she uttered words that sent a sudden chill through me, causing me to freeze in place.

"I... I am... pregnant."

My eyes widened, and my mouth fell open as I struggled to process what she had just revealed. As my mind rebooted, her new reality sank in, and I came to the realization that I should have anticipated this turn of events.

Despite the fact that, like many others, I had chosen to ignore certain thoughts, reality had once again slapped me in the face. "Well… that's…" I stuttered for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"Please, don't… don't make me… don't make me lose it," Zola's voice trembled with fear, and I jerked back in surprise. "What?!" I exclaimed in disbelief before pulling her in, ignoring the way her horn bumped against my head as I held her tightly. "Don't even think that," I hurried to reassure her. "I would never do that." While it might pose challenges, I couldn't, in good conscience, have her abort a child after what she had just confided in me.

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After Zola had calmed down and I had processed all the new information, it became apparent that I should investigate whether the other girls were also pregnant. Upon learning about Zola's pregnancy, the reactions of the other girls varied. Alora, initially ecstatic, embraced Zola enthusiastically before turning sullen upon discovering her own lack of pregnancy.

As for Malora, she didn't display much surprise or interest in Zola's condition and was visibly relieved to find out she wasn't pregnant herself. This reaction was expectable, though I'm not eager to rush the process of getting them all pregnant.

Unfortunately for Alora, the realization meant no baby anytime soon. Despite her disappointment, I managed to convince her of the reasons why it wasn't a good idea to rush things.

This situation did, however, complicate matters. I had been counting on Zola's abilities along with Malora's to aquire the women I needed. I was hesitant to risk Zola's pregnancy and the potential psychological impact of losing the child on her.

An idea had been bouncing around in my head, but it came with its fair share of challenges. Specifically, the notion of posting a quest in Astranarr, one that mandated the acquisition of a Naga sorceress to be brought back alive.

While I possess an ample amount of gold to compensate for such a task, it inevitably raises certain inquiries—questions that I would much prefer not to answer. However, as my alternatives are dwindling, I find myself in need of an individual whose greed outweighs their curiosity; goblins immediately come to mind. It's astonishing how I failed to realize this solution sooner.

The primary hurdle lies in ensuring the success of the deal, a feat that demands a position of strength. The framework of a plan is beginning to take shape in my mind, and for its execution, I will require the assistance of Malora.

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Leaving both Zola and Alora behind with instructions to milk themselves and the other women as well as tend to their own needs and those of the other women, Malora and I began our departure, ensuring that they had everything necessary.

“So, where exactly are we heading?” Malora inquired curiously, as I had chosen not to divulge the details of my plan. “We are about to embark on a mission to meet someone who can secure the women I require. To achieve that, I'll need you to summon a powerful demon that we can control, as we must approach this negotiation from a position of strength.”

Malora furrowed her brows, having dismissed the voidwalker some time ago due to its lack of necessity. Additionally, given the apprehension stemming from my previous summoning attempt and its consequences, we both approached the idea with a degree of caution.

“What if…” Malora began, but I interrupted her. “Sadly, our lack of good options forces our hand. Can you control a Felguard? A brute like that should ensure a measure of caution from those we will meet and safety for us. Or, as safe as having a demon at one's side can be.” I was unsure if I should do the same or just leave it for Malora.

Malora looked unsure at me but complied nonetheless. Calling upon her power, she engraved a summoning circle in the ground and fed it her energy. Flames exploded from it, and a silhouette appeared within them. As they disappeared, a Felguard stood there, as imposing as I remembered them to be.

It growled, looking at both of us, yet fel chains in Malora’s hand bound it until it bowed its head. I spared a glance at Malora, to which she nodded at me. Good.

With that, we once again departed, the Felguard stomping alongside Malora. I could do without its sulfuric smell; Vela, at least, did not emanate such a foul odor. Then again, it's hard to be a lust demon if you constantly reek of a volcano.

Regardless, I needed to make the most of this time and contemplate how to articulate the upcoming deal with the goblins we were about to encounter. "So, who exactly are we meeting?" Malora asked, her curiosity still evident—an attribute I couldn't fault her for.

I grimaced slightly before responding, "Goblins." Her reaction was immediate, as she jerked back a bit and furrowed her brows. "Wretched little beasts they may be, but in this case, their greed for gold will work to my advantage," I sneered, confessing my disdain for goblins, a sentiment that had never waned.

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The acrid smoke permeating the air signaled our proximity to our quarry. Moments later, I discerned the scurrying of diminutive creatures, busily carrying various items. Halting for a brief moment, I endeavored to compose myself, stealing a glance at Malora, whose apprehension mirrored my own.

"Ready?" I queried, to which she responded with a nod. With that, we advanced toward the creatures. As soon as one of them spotted us, they hastily abandoned their cargo and fled. We halted at a safe distance, anticipating their response, hoping for a diplomatic initiation.

After a short interval, a goblin, accompanied by two others, approached us, stopping a prudent distance away. They scrutinized us as we did them, visibly startled when they noticed the Felguard by our side.

Casting a quick look at the demon, I reassured, "Don't worry about him. As long as we reach a... satisfactory agreement, we can all depart contentedly." With that, I offered a smile to the goblin in charge.

"And what, precisely, would this agreement entail?" he asked warily, his guards tightening their grip on their weapons. I withdrew my hand from my pocket, revealing two gold coins that I began to rub together while maintaining a sly smile. "A profitable one," I replied, noting the greed in their repugnant, greedy little eyes.

A crooked smile, revealing his disgusting teeth, spread across his face. "Hehe, we do enjoy deals like that, friend." He gestured for us to follow him. "Shall we discuss this inside over a little drink?"

I stashed away my gold and trailed after the avaricious creature. After a moment, Malora and her companion followed suit. Fortunately, he seemed to realize that we wouldn't exactly fit in their hovels, so we gathered around a table outside.

"So, my friend, what precisely brings you here?" he asked, taking a swig of whatever swill filled his cup.

"I find myself in need of a few... women," I uttered slowly, momentarily confusing the goblin. His eyes then shifted towards Malora, and a massive grin illuminated his face.

"Is that so? He he." The more this diminutive creature spoke, the stronger grew my urge to eliminate him.

"Yes, indeed. I require a female Centaur, Harpy, and Naga sorceress—preferably well-endowed and, of course, alive." My tolerance for lingering in this place had reached its limit, prompting me to expedite the process.

My blunt request caused the goblin to lean back in surprise, not merely because of the nature of my appeal but also due to the specific individuals I was seeking. We both fell into a temporary silence, during which the goblin presumably pondered my unusual request, while my impatience continued to mount.

“Well… that’s not something you hear every day,” the goblin murmured. “I suppose, for a sufficient payment, we can do so.” Now comes the greed; I can see gold glowing in the little vermin's eyes.

I simply raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to spout some outrageous sum, no doubt. “One hundred gold for each, at least, friend. It’s going to take some doing,” the goblin said, frankly surprising me a little. I had expected a lot more than that.

I resisted the urge to show my surprise, leaning back as if in thought. While I would be fine with that sum, no doubt agreeing with it would be stupid.

“How about 80 for each?” I began, and just as the little beast was about to protest, I raised a hand. “And if you deliver them swiftly, I will add an additional 80 on top.” That made him stop, and his greedy eyes darted around in thought.

Before a massive grin broke on his face. “Deal.”