Dairy Farmer in World of Warcraft ch 13

"So… where to, master?” Zola asked, gazing at me as we gathered everything. I let my eyes roam across all of them, each looking inquisitively at me. I felt at a loss, truly having no idea. As I contemplated, Kalimdor was sorely lacking in locations I would prefer to settle down, so to speak.

And that was without taking into consideration how much of this continent was controlled by the Horde, who would attack us on sight. As for the Alliance settlements, I was wary of going near them as well, for obvious reasons.

I ran my fingers through my hair. “Honestly? I don’t know. None of the options are pleasing. Any ideas?” I turned to them, surprising them. Each adopted a thoughtful expression.

“Not to mention that I still need to procure an orc and a troll,” I said, noticing Zola’s frown at the mention of an orc. “Yes, I know your people’s history with the orcs. Sadly, I have no choice.” That seemed to mollify her somewhat.

“Well, why don’t we do it now?” Malora asked simply. At our gazes, she scoffed. “Well, we do have our powers back,” she deadpanned.

“That’s not the problem here, dear. Where am I supposed to keep them?” I reminded her, feeling exasperated. Malora shrugged her shoulders unconcernedly. “Just say they are prisoners. No one will really care, and if we run into the Horde, they are not exactly going to ask.” I hated how much sense she was making.

Seeing as the others did not provide any real arguments, we proceeded to do just that. Let’s hope there are no more surprises with that; I've had enough of those for some time.

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As luck would have it, it didn't take us long to spot a group of Horde: a male Tauren, male and female Orc, and a lone female troll. This time, Malora summoned a voidwalker, choosing to abstain from demons for the moment. I declined to attempt summoning again, so numerically, we were well-prepared.

However, I had no combat experience and had only recently begun to use magic, making me essentially dead weight. The responsibility for this fight fell upon the girls.

As the girls discussed strategy, I suggested an ambush. When they inquired how we would lure them into it, I volunteered to be the bait. This earned me a disapproving look from Zola, an angry glare from Malora, and a tearful hug from Alora. Damn... I feel kind of bad now. Nevertheless, I persisted, encouraging them to trust in their abilities as they went to set up the ambush, while I waited for my part.

As the group of Horde drew closer, I prepared to step outside, feeling terrified. Even the shield spell Malora had hastily instructed me on couldn't calm my nerves.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. With that in mind, I stepped outside and acted plenty surprised to see them, watching as they assumed combat stances. However, after a moment, my trusty farmer's outfit seemed to work in my favor, causing them to relax, even as the orc sneered at me.

They began to speak, but I obviously couldn't understand a word. This raised the question: How did I understand the girls? Collar? No, I had spoken to Malora before she was collared, as well as Vela. Hmm, common language? It was possible.

Feeling the ground tremble, I looked up just in time to see the enraged orc male charging at me. What? My eyes widened, and I stood there frozen, much like a rabbit, until a distant scream finally shook me from my stupor. Without thinking, I instinctively channeled magic at the orc.

He was reduced to ash before my eyes as flames escaped my hands. I breathed heavily, both from the rush of adrenaline and from the amount of magic I had just used. Looking ahead, I could see my girls engaging the others.

The troll woman lay on the ground, hopefully alive. Zola squared off against the raging bull, the Tauren. However, the most pressing threat was the female orc, who somehow managed to evade both Malora and Alora, not to mention the voidwalker.

Uh-oh… this could spell trouble. Now that I was calmer, I put to use what Malora had taught me and forged chains of fel, hiding them in the ground. The moment the orc female stepped near, I struck.

Though she evaded most of them, I managed to briefly secure her leg, which Alora and Malora exploited. Soon after, she was subdued but conscious, spouting profanity and threats, no doubt.

Now, all that remained was the raging bull, who became easy pickings once the girls ganged up on him. As I walked closer, I took out two collars and snapped one around the still-breathing troll's neck. Approaching the female orc from behind, I struggled to secure the collar due to her thrashing.

Thankfully, a blow from Zola seemed to stun the female orc long enough for me to secure her collar as well, causing her to go limp. As I leaned back and observed the girls, I noticed some tiredness in them, but thankfully, no wounds. "Well… that went well," I remarked, earning an eye-roll from Zola, a beaming smile from Alora, and an arrogant sniff from Malora.

‘Yep, just as I expected,’ I thought to myself in amusement. Now, there was another problem—who exactly was going to carry them? While I could carry one, that left the other.

(No piercings, yet)

Both of them were quite large women, and I don't mean fat, I mean physically large. Nevertheless, there was no other way. I bent down to hoist the orcess onto my shoulder.

"Mind grabbing that one," I gestured at the unconscious troll female. Both Alora and Malora simultaneously looked towards Zola, causing her to scoff at them before she approached the troll, huffing as she pulled her up.

And so, we began our trek. "Now what?" I spoke aloud, realizing I shouldn't rush ahead without a plan one of these days.

"Astranarr?" Alora chirped up cheerfully. I turned to explain why it wouldn’t be a smart move, but she looked so happy that I couldn't bring myself to. Instead, I just gave a resigned nod, watching her skip ahead.

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As night began to fall, we stepped off the path and found a suitable place to make camp. After tossing the orc female from my shoulder, I sagged in relief—she was incredibly heavy, for crying out loud. Next to me, Zola deposited the troll female more gently than I would have expected. Afterward, she simply stretched a little. 'Alright, no need to rub it in,' I thought, noticing her teasing smirk, which indicated she knew what I was thinking. I huffed and turned away, pulling out some containers. I prepared to milk these two; the sooner I start collecting their milk, the better.

Unsurprisingly, the orc woman had greenish milk, even though from what I observed, she was a warrior. Still, the fel corruption in the orcish race ran deep. I could feel Zola’s gaze on me as I milked the orc female; she was all muscle—her breasts even felt hard, not just from the milk within. Even as one of her breasts ran dry, it hardly changed shape or became softer.

It was hardly fun squeezing it; it felt more like squeezing a muscle. What an affront! Breasts are supposed to be soft, doughy, and plenty of fun to play with, not some grip strength training tool. How disappointing.

"I suppose you're going to sleep with these two as well?" Zola sniffed from above me as my eyes wandered across the bodies of both the orc female and troll female. Honestly, the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. For once, I had other things on my mind—shocking, I know.

As my eyes roamed over the orc female once more, I could admit that, in some strange way, she was attractive. Her ripped, muscular build was somewhat appealing, even if overly muscular women are not my preferred type.

As for the troll woman, she was more meaty in a motherly way, undoubtedly having had children. While both were attractive in their own right, and I could envision being with either, I was a bit spoiled for choice.

In the end, I looked at Zola and shrugged. "No, not particularly. While they appear attractive in an exotic sort of way, I already have you three. For now, I feel no need to expand, so to speak."

Zola seemed taken aback by my words for a moment before sniffing and turning away, her cheeks somewhat darker. This amused me, and upon seeing my amusement at her expense, she turned back, her previous embarrassment gone. "So… which one of us do you prefer?" she asked haughtily, though an undercurrent of regret was evident. It seemed her question slipped out before she could stop herself.

"I feel no need to answer that, and neither do you really want me to," I replied, turning back to the orc woman and finishing draining the last of her milk. Hmmm, not bad, I suppose. It'll take some more milkings before I have enough for the quota. Checking her quality, I noticed she was mid-low tier. Guess the corruption in their blood is quite potent even after all this time.

Securing her milk, I switched to the troll female as Zola left to join the others in setting up camp. Now, while the orc female's milk was unsurprising, the troll woman's, on the other hand, was unexpected. Even the first spurt of it told me enough to know that.

While its mud-like quality took me aback, the heat I felt from it did so even more. Yet, despite looking like mud, it flowed like water, and the air grew fresher with each squeeze? No way! There's no way! Unbidden laughter bubbled up from me as a massive grin split my face. Jackpot! Haha!

I carefully extracted every last drop of milk from her soft, yielding breasts. Oh, I'll relish playing with those later. But for now, I had to confirm my suspicions about this.

High-Low Tier Elemental milk acquired!

“YESS!” I exclaimed uncontrollably, a shout of joy escaping my lips. My outburst attracted the attention of others nearby, prompting them to rush towards me. As Alora stood closest, I pulled her into a hug and began joyfully spinning around, eliciting a surprised squeal from her before she, too, joined in laughter.

As the dizziness set in and I ceased spinning, Zola's impatient huff drew my attention. "Care to explain?" she demanded. Hastily, I presented the container to her face. "This!" I exclaimed, to which she cast a glance at it before turning back to me.

"...What about it?" Malora inquired, realizing I wouldn't elaborate further. I gestured toward the troll female. "She's a shaman! This contains elemental milk!" Seeing their continued confusion, I elaborated. "It means that if I consume enough of it and drink the potion, I can acquire elemental magic, including earth magic. I could create a dwelling for us, hidden from everyone!"

Their lack of enthusiasm was evident, perhaps due to their reluctance to live in a cave once again. However, this time would be different. Far from a mere cave, I envisioned creating a proper and concealed living space, complete with true living space.

I contemplated crafting a large enough area to conceal the barn within it. The possibilities seemed boundless, particularly given the proximity of the world's largest mountain nearby.

The potential of wielding air, fire, earth and water through this magic was exhilarating. These elements were the fundamental building blocks of life itself. Turning to Alora, I inquired, "How far is Astranarr?" It was crucial to strike a balance, not too close yet not too distant. Access to its resources would undoubtedly prove advantageous.

Alora appeared surprised for a moment before pondering. "About a day and a half, maybe two days?" I mulled over the idea of positioning ourselves perhaps a day's journey away. Another consideration was the entrance to the complex I intended to create.

While avoiding proximity to roads seemed wise, the risk of revealing our location through the formation of a noticeable trail lingered in my mind. Lost in thought, I paced, creating and discarding plans as they formed.

Halting abruptly, I gazed upward, contemplating the need for a skilled mage to gain access to Arcane abilities. However, this would only mark the initial step. I'd require instruction in Arcane arts to craft the shielding spells I desired.

Jaina crossed my mind fleetingly, swiftly dismissed due to the improbability of obtaining her and the high-profile risk associated with such an endeavor. Scanning the group for inspiration, my eyes settled momentarily on Malora, and a smirk played upon my lips.

"Many powerful warlocks started their journey as mages," I mused, eyeing Malora with a growing sense of intrigue. "I wonder…"

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Night had descended, and while the others had retired, sleep eluded me. Faint shuffling and distressed groans drew my attention—Malora was caught in the throes of a nightmare.

Rising quietly, I approached her and knelt by her side, gently shaking her shoulder. Startled, her eyes flew open, her mouth forming an unspoken scream. Swiftly, I covered her mouth with my hand, fending off her flailing arms.

As her senses slowly returned and her eyes cleared, she recognized me and began to steady herself. Once she had sufficiently calmed down, I cautiously removed my hand. "Sorry, I didn't want you to wake the others," I whispered softly, watching her take deep breaths to compose herself.

Malora sat up, offering a faint smile. I instinctively reached out, but she tensed initially, causing me to hesitate. Eventually, she leaned into the embrace, and I enveloped her fully.

I knew I didn't need to inquire about the nature of her nightmare. "Sorry," I murmured softly. She shifted, nestling into the curve of my neck and placing a few tender kisses there. "Don't be," she whispered back.

After a moment, she gently disentangled herself from my embrace and stood up. Gnawing on her lip for a brief moment, she extended her hand. Perplexed, I rose and took her hand as she led me away from the others.

When she judged us to be at a suitable distance, she turned to face me, taking a deep breath. Her eyes held a resolute intensity, her brow furrowed. "Please, let me finish before you say anything," she requested, already signaling that whatever she was about to say might be unpleasant.

"When you... conquered me," she started, and my mouth opened. Yet, her serious countenance made me close my mouth and listen. "I enjoyed it," she spoke, taking me aback. "The dark hunger in your eyes as you ravished me made a fire burn in my loins." Her voice reflected her memory of it.

Malora wrapped her arms around me, licked my earlobe, and gently whispered, "I want it, that dark desire of yours. Unleash it upon me, ravish me, own me." Her teeth nibbled on my neck as her dark whispers continued, making me breathe harsher as I felt my heart pound in my chest. "Even if I cry or beg..." Malora brought her face up to mine and gazed into my eyes with desire. "Do not stop." As her lips crashed into mine, her tongue pressed upon my own, giving no ground no matter how I tried to resist. She even bit my tongue when I pushed back into her mouth.

I could not hold back... I wanted her! I wanted to own her! She was mine! Mine! We fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs, her massive breasts squashed beneath my weight, yet we did not stop.

Her legs rose up and wrapped around me as her hands tangled painfully in my hair while the other traveled across my back.

"Ahmm… mmm… ysh…" escaped Malora’s occupied mouth as my harsh breathing filled the air as well.

Hurriedly, I pulled my clothes off, not breaking apart, her hands pulling them off as well and her legs aiding in removing the rest. As I lay there naked, filled with desire atop her.

I finally broke our heated make-out session to uncover her glorious breasts to my gaze. I fell upon them like a ravenous beast, biting into that massive flesh, leaving marks of my teeth upon them as I traveled towards her rock-hard peaks.

Malora gave me a hooded gaze filled with lust, her tongue dancing in the air before she pulled her lip into her mouth and bit down upon it. "Mmmm…"

My hand explored the one unoccupied, squeezing it so hard that I had no doubt my handprint would remain upon it, marking her as mine, as it should be. Her hands grasped my head, pulling it closer to her breast as her nails raked across my back.

Finally, I arrived at the peak of this mountain. Giving my lips a lick, I grasped it, wrapping my lips and teeth around it. Giving it a suck, I felt some spurts of milk land in my mouth—what a good cow. "Yes… drink it! Milk me like a cow! ... Aghnn..." Malora exclaimed atop me, clenching her legs and arms tighter around me. Always ready to feed her master, my teeth clenched around the piercing, and I pulled away, making her nipple extend, eliciting groans from her throat. "Ughnn… ahh… more…"

Unwilling to wait any longer and feeling my member grow cold, I fumbled a bit, having to slap her ass to release her hold on me. "AH… oh... master…" A playful exclamation left her lips as I did so.

As her legs unwound, I wasted no time and finally sank into her moist and swelteringly hot depths. "Gnrrr." A pleased growl escaped me as I felt her insides envelop me until I reached the end. A very dark part of me wanted to push on, to return to her womb. Yet I squashed it, returning to feasting upon her sinful flesh, letting my teeth mark her, as her legs enveloped me once more while I grabbed her shoulder from below and thrust harshly into her. "Ugh… ahhh… mmmm…" Escaped Malora’s throat after each of my thrusts struck her cervix, yet the pleasure, even in her pain, was evident.

Especially the way she kept pulling me even deeper, her legs so tight that I could barely thrust, leading me to slap her ass again. However, that only made her clench her intimacy and legs even tighter, trapping me in a vice.

So, I bit her throat, raking my teeth across it, feeling it move as her groans and moans escaped. "Yes… ahhh... yes… ughnn... more…" Was all she could pant as I continued devouring her.

Gods! I desired her, a man thirsting for water felt less desire than I did at this moment. I wanted all of her. All of it! Despite her iron grip on me, I leaned back on my elbows, glaring at her with pure need and desire. "Mine! You are mine!" This only widened her open-mouthed grin and intensified the fire burning in her eyes. "Yes! Yes, I am!" A shout of pure joy escaped her, and I crushed my lips against hers once more, devouring even her sounds, for they were mine as well!

Her legs finally went slack, and my clouded mind finally realized she had climaxed; that's why she was squeezing the life out of me and my member. Now able to thrust once more, I did not hesitate. "Mghm… mnmhmm… yhmmm…" were the moans escaping her, silenced by my mouth as I resumed my thrusts into her inferno.

Yet, far too soon, I felt my climax approaching, and no matter how hard I tried to suppress it, it would not be denied. Breaking apart, I leaned up on my hands and began to thrust harder and faster.

Malora gazed at me with desperate need. "Inside! Ghnmm..." As if her legs hadn't ensnared me like a python, making any chance of pulling out impossible. "I… ahh… I… want… ghmmm… it… ugh… give it… to me!" Her nails raked across my chest as both our breaths escaped in harsh pants. Steam rose from our overheated bodies, her pale flesh a burning red inferno beneath me, ablaze with the mutual lust we felt.

With one final thrust, I pushed as deeply as I could and released. "Ghhhh..." Escaped me as I felt my release rush through my member, painting her walls white. "Ahmmm… mghmmm… yesss…" Malora closed her eyes in pleasure, emitting wordless sounds as her arms pulled me back down, allowing me to nestle in her warm and soft bosom.

I embraced her as tightly as possible as the two of us languished in the aftermath of our intense sex. Her hand slowly traveled up and down my back, while the other one gently caressed my hair and scalp. Her legs still held me tightly, as if she feared I would escape. At that moment, leaving her embrace was the last thought on my mind.

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Well this chapter was hard to write, and had to be revised a few times. Still I hope it turned out well.