Dairy Farmer in World of Warcraft ch 12

“Why?” was the broken and quietly whispered word from Malora as darkness began to set in. “Was I… bad?” The pain, vulnerability, and confusion in her voice made me feel like the biggest piece of shit to have ever lived.

I held her tighter as my eyes grew misty. “No… no, you were not. It was all me. I let my dark desires take the best of me, and in turn, I became a monster. I am sorry.” I can never let this happen again. It was one thing to do what I had been doing, but if I begin to actively abuse them for some sick pleasure…

Then… no… no, I do not want to be that person.

Both Zola and Alora shuffled at my sides, and Malora turned around. She sat astride me, and I leaned back as they all looked at me. They shared a silent glance between them, with Alora giving a bashful smile at the end, and Zola rolling her eyes but also nodding.

Afterward, Malora turned to look at me and put her hands on my cheeks. “I… forgive you,” she said gently after a moment, which made a weight lift off of me. “But,” she continued stronger, “please do not do that again. We won’t resist if you… milk us… or make love to us, but please… do not abuse us.” Malora finished pleadingly, her hands trembling upon my cheeks.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in. “I won’t,” I whispered in her ear before looking at both Alora and Zola. “I don’t want to be that man.” I opened my arms, and Alora quickly joined the hug, embracing both Malora and myself, while Zola was a bit more reluctant before joining in.

We remained like that for quite a while till Zola pulled back and began to massage her still full tit and sighed, seeing none of her milk leave. Noticing that I was looking at her, she raised an eyebrow.

I pushed gently upon Alora and Malora, breaking their hold on me. “I think it’s time for milking, girls. Wouldn’t want your breasts to start hurting.” Malora released a huff of laughter. “Is that so?” She smirked at me. Seeing her act like that made me smile at her in relief.

The road ahead is still filled with bumps, but at least I can feel that for all the bad, perhaps there is a glimmer of good in some twisted way. And I think we all understand that, for we all know that I could be a much worse person than I am, and I hope I never become it.

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It took me a few more days of training before Malora deemed me acceptable enough to attempt summoning a succubus. I had returned the girls armor and weapons to them, and though they lacked the power they once wielded, it was better than nothing.

I had Vela’s milk on hand in case I needed a quick boost. I turned towards both Zola and Alora; they gave me terse nods, and I began to infuse magic into the ritual circle that Malora had made for me to use.

At first, it went well—just as Malora had explained, I could see the magic in the circle attempting to forge a connection to a demon, specifically a succubus in this case.

However, that's when it all went horribly wrong! I felt someone grasp the magic tether I was using, subduing it, and beginning to force open a portal. Malora was the first to notice that something had gone wrong from the way I tensed. “What’s wrong?” Her voice reflected her worry.

“Something… has a hold of me…” I ground out as I attempted to sever the connection.

“Master, what?” Alora’s worried voice cried out, yet to me, it sounded so far away. I felt my strength drain as the portal was being established. I collapsed to my knees as the magic circle ignited with fel green flames, and a figure began to appear from them.

Finally, I felt the drain stop, leaving me drained and breathless. Malora knelt beside me as both Zola and Alora readied themselves. “Calm,” a smooth and refined voice came from the person, and as the flames disappeared, we saw the woman that had appeared.

I raised my head and observed her, with some assistance from Malora, I was able to stand up once more. It didn't take much to understand how powerful the demoness that had appeared was.

The question was, why was she here, and how were we going to get out of this mess? “Peace. I mean you no harm. I have come to make you a deal,” she sought to reassure us, crossing her arms under her very impressive bust. Even staring death in the face, I couldn't help the flame of greed in my belly.

A scoff of amusement escaped her. “Sadly for you, I am not someone you can acquire.” Her amusement disappeared, and a more serious countenance overtook her. “That said, you have someone I would like returned, and I will compensate you for bringing her back to me.”

I furrowed my brows at her in confusion. "What?" I was still tired, and while I could have drunk some of Vela’s milk to boost myself, appearing weaker might dissuade her from becoming aggressive.

"Vela, I would like you to return her to me," she explained, pointing her arm at the ground beside her and conjuring a chest. "The contents of this chest are compensation for trading her back to me." She opened the chest, revealing an abundance of gold and a row of ten potions. As I stepped closer and she stepped back, I understood. Those were Buff of Permanence potions. Hanging from the lid of the chest were five low-tier collars and one mid-tier one.

"That one used to be mine; use it well," she commented as she saw me notice the upgrade she was offering. I jerked my head towards her as I took it into my hand. While at first glance it looked the same as the low-tier one, on closer inspection, I could see the gems inlaid in it.

"Of course, it won't work on me now, so don't get any naughty ideas," she smirked teasingly, with an undertone of violence that dissuaded any provocation from my side.

There was one part that confused me. Pulling it out, I understood what they were – piercings, of all sorts, yet inscriptions adorned them. Holding them up, I turned towards the woman with a raised brow.

"Ah, those. They are my creation. If you apply them to these dears here, they will be able to use their old power," she finished with a smirk, causing all the girls to still and jerk their heads from her to the piercings.

The demoness uncovered one of her breasts, revealing a piercing in her nipple. "That is how I regained my power," she explained, covering herself again.

I placed them back in the chest and looked at her with narrowed gaze. "Why?" She simply rolled her eyes. "Did dear Vela tell you that she used to belong to one like you?" At my nod, she continued. "She no doubt told you that he was a bastard and died. What she probably did not tell you was how he died." She lost all her amusement, and her eyes ignited. "I killed him."

I swallowed heavily as what I suspected was proven true, which begged the question – why was I still alive? She lost her malicious aura and became regretful. "And before you ask, the reason I do not do the same to you is because doing so cost me… dearly." For a moment, she seemed lost in thought before returning her attention to me.

"Now I believe my offering is more than sufficient to pay for her, so if you would be so kind as to retrieve her," she asked, though the command in her tone was obvious.

As I turned to go inside, I brushed past Malora and quietly whispered in her ear, "Stand with the others and prepare to run." She paused for a moment before complying.

Upon entering the cave, I consumed all of Vela’s milk I had and felt my strength returning. Wasting no time, I unhooked Vela and carried her outside.

The moment she noticed the other woman, Vela tensed in my arms, then began to struggle. I placed her down, reluctant to leave the chest; my greed desired the objects within, but my pragmatism warned that being dead would render them useless.

Once Vela’s gag was removed, she screamed, "Mother! Kill this wretch!" Shocked, I readied to escape, but Vela’s mother swiftly slapped her hard.

"Stupid child! What have I told you? Do not approach them again!" Her mother reprimanded Vela, twisting her ear sharply. "Have you learned nothing? Be grateful he is still new to this and has treated you well. Be quiet!" Vela attempted to speak but was silenced by her mother’s harsher ear twist, eliciting a painful cry.

Her attention shifted to Malora, offering a sad smile. "A pity he acquired you; I would have liked another daughter." She turned back to me, her eyes narrowed. "Treat her well. It would be a shame for something to happen to you." Her threatening tone made me tense.

Flames enveloped both her and Vela as they began to teleport away. "Take heed, young one, for those above you are not your friends." And with that, they vanished.

Yet, the adrenaline coursing through me and my heart attempting to leap out of my chest did not subside. Someone taking hold of my hand startled me, but seeing Alora's worried gaze, I significantly calmed down. Embracing her, I found solace in her presence, soothing my frazzled nerves.

Feeling calm, I looked at both Malora and Zola, who had also begun to relax. Breaking my hold on Alora, I stepped towards the chest. With one last glance, I snapped it shut and thankfully managed to pocket it. However, I did not do so before removing the piercings from it. If we were to proceed with my intentions, it was better for them to have access to their strength. Turning toward the girls, they seemed surprised to see the piercings in my hand.

At any other time, I might have derived perverse pleasure from what I was about to do. But right now, I was not in the mood, and I doubted the girls were either.

"So, which ones would each of you like?" I asked, taking them aback. I could see the desire in their eyes, but some apprehension still lingered. "This world is entirely too dangerous to leave you helpless, and it seems we cannot remain here any longer."

"Is it wise to trust the demon?" Zola asked, raising the critical question, making me sigh. "No, it's not wise, but I doubt she would lie. There were countless other ways she could’ve acted. I'm certain we will meet again. She knows I will grow in strength, so it's best that we do not become enemies. Pragmatism is the name of this game."

In the end, Malora didn't even wait for me to finish speaking. She quickly stood before me, her breasts unveiled, with naked hope in her eyes, before averting her gaze. "Please," she whispered desperately.

Turning her face back towards me, I kissed her gently. She pressed for more, our tongues intertwining, and she embraced me tightly. As I broke our kiss, I could see she had calmed a little.

Now, I had never actually done this, so I decided to cheat, so to speak. I gestured for Zola to join me. She simply rolled her eyes and uncovered her breasts, already aware of what was to come, to which I gave her an amused smile.

Taking the needle, I prepared to pierce Malora's first nipple. Looking up at her, I could see she had clenched her jaw and her hands were fisted at her sides. At her terse nod, I pierced it, eliciting a little gasp of pain from her. Taking the piercing, I quickly inserted it into the newly made hole. While she began to reach for Zola's breast, I stopped her. "Wait, we need to do the other one first," I said, making her release a whine but still pausing. So, I quickly pierced and put in the second one, after which she hurriedly wrapped her lips around Zola’s nipple and began to suck.

While she was doing that, I gestured for Alora to stand before me, and after a few quick whines of pain, she too sported new nipple piercings and had her mouth wrapped around Zola’s other breast.

Zola gave me an exasperated look as both girls nursed from her. "I haven't been pregnant once, yet I already have three children wanting my milk," she snarked, making me burst into laughter.

After both Malora and Alora drank their fill, I approached Zola with her own piercings. Looking at her breasts, I could see they had become quite soft since there wasn't an abundance of milk filling them. I turned to the other girls. "Did you leave enough for Zola herself?" I deadpanned, causing both of them to pause. Malora had been conjuring fel in her hands with a gleam in her eyes, while Alora stood there with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

Both looked back at me with some shame on their faces. With a sigh, I turned back to Zola and lowered my arms. "We can do it later, I suppose," I said, but Zola simply raised my hands to her breasts. "Just do it; I can heal it afterwards," she said, making me deadpan at her now. "You could've told me that before." Her cheeks darkened, and she looked away as a smirk grew on my face. "Did someone want to be nursed on?" I gently teased, which darkened her cheeks even more.

Shaking my head in amusement, I took hold of her breast and gave her nipple a little squeeze, drawing a moan from her and a few drops of milk. Quickly puncturing it with the needle, I inserted the piercing afterwards. Doing the same to her other breast, I stepped back to gaze at her new accessories.

I felt a stirring in my loins at the sight, I won't lie. Seeing that I was done, Zola raised her hands, and a soft light engulfed them as she healed her nipples.

As I gazed at the girls, I won't lie, a moment of trepidation overcame me, expecting them to turn on me or simply leave. Alora striding up to me and giving me a peck with a smile calmed me. "Thank you, master."