Dairy farmer in World of Warcraft ch 5

As I awoke the next morning, I decided it was time to experiment. Drinking Malora’s milk yesterday had made me notice something—it had affected me. However, by the time I was done with her, it had passed, and I was otherwise occupied, so I did not truly pay attention.

But before that, it was time to deal with Zalora. Yesterday had allowed me to discover a nice extra feature on the plugs, so before going to bed, I activated hers. Therefore, not only had she not been milked for a long time, but she had also been sexually stimulated the entire night.

As I stretched to work out the kinks, I approached her slumped form. Her head had fallen to the side, and drool was leaking from her mouth. When I reached her, I raised my hand and gently caressed her face, causing her eyes to weakly open and blearily look at me.

I removed her gag, and she moved her mouth, yet no words escaped her. I uncovered her massively bloated and taut udders, flicking one of her nipples, which elicited a weak, pain-filled moan from her.

Yet her attention had focused a little more on me; some anger shone in her eyes, yet her sheer tiredness overshadowed it all. “Please…” She weakly moaned out.

“ Please, what?” I whispered softly in her ear, ghosting my finger across her nipples, making her groan.

“You will have to tell me if you want something,” I said.

“Please…” She pleaded again, and while I was tempted to simply alleviate her pain, I could not let her off too easily.

“Please, what?” I repeated, ghosting my lips across her neck.

“Please… milk… me,” she said brokenly at last, unwilling to hold out anymore.

“Good cow,” I said, pleased.

Getting my containers, I positioned one and prepared to untie her nipple. Before it had even opened, her milk began to spurt out of it; I didn't even have to do anything. Her udders were leaking like a broken faucet, an unbroken stream of milk filling up the container. In fact, it was filling up so quickly that I had to grab a second one.

As the second container was half-filled, her milk finally stopped, yet there was obviously more. But for now, it was time to relieve her second breast, after which I could finish milking her in full. When her second udder finally stopped leaking, I gently caressed both of her now less bloated breasts, drawing soft moans from her. Giving one of them a soft squeeze, I let some more milk leave it before stopping.

I needed her to have some more milk in her boobs for later. For now, I looked towards the containers of her milk, as I had noticed something. It was more golden than usual, which gave credence to what I suspected, since both Malora and Alora had different shaded milk as well.

Absentmindedly, I tapped the plugs, halting their vibration. She sagged, sensing their cessation. Her eyes closed in relief. I lifted her chin, and she looked up at me blearily. "Be a good cow, and I won't have to do that again," I said softly, sadness in my voice as I leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. "I don't like hurting you. Will you be a good cow?" I asked, my voice commanding.

She clenched her jaw, and I shook my head in disappointment, beginning to reapply the strings. Her breath hitched heavily, and she looked at me with wide, terrified eyes while I gazed at her with disappointment.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she bit her lip. I was still looking at her, my hands on her breast holding her nipple and the string in my hands. I raised my eyebrow, and she closed her eyes. “I will be a good cow,” she whispered out softly, brokenly.

I let go of her breast and embraced her, kissing her forehead gently. “Good. I don’t want to hurt you, but you left me no choice.” I held her as she sobbed. After a while, her sobs ceased, and she fell silent. Letting go of her, I saw that she had fallen asleep.

I doubted this would be the last time I had to attempt to break her, but all in good time. Stepping back, I resumed my previous train of thought.

If we assume Malora’s milk is tainted by the fel, it would stand to reason that Zola’s is infused with Light, which means Alora should be Arcane. Even if they do not use Arcane, Night Elves were given birth by the Well of Eternity, which infused them with the Arcane.

As I stored the milk, a notification at the store drew my attention, widening my eyes, as it revealed another part in all of this.

Mid-Mid Tier Light-infused Milk acquired.

Taking a moment to glance at that notification, I clicked it off and then accessed the currency tab, perhaps something I should have done earlier. Upon doing so, another window opened, displaying tiers—low, mid, high, each possessing low, mid, and high tiers as well. It appeared that the potency of the magic in the milk determined its tier.

At present, I could only perceive three types of magic: Light, Fel, and Arcane, while the other magic types appeared grey.

While it was unsurprising that Light was a high-tier magic, what surprised me was the presence of three high-tier magic types. Assuming one of them was Void, there was still one unidentified type.

The second tier contained four types, with Arcane and Fel visible, leaving two types grey. Meanwhile, the third tier only contained two types. I presumed Life and Death magic might be on this list, but their exact positions were unclear. If the top tier had two dark magic types, I would assume Life and Death were also high-tier, but there was only one unknown type there.

However, the second tier concealed two types. Could Life and Death be second tier? As for the last tier, I had no idea and didn't wish to speculate. Undoubtedly, some form of nature magic was involved there.

Another interesting observation was the discount each tier of milk offered: ten percent for low tier, thirty-five percent for mid-tier, and fifty-five percent for high tier.

The leap from low to mid tier was substantial, but I assumed acquiring mid-tier milk required some powerful women for me to extract it.

In any case, while that explained some parts about this whole thing, there was more I wanted to check. As I was browsing the shop, my outfit stood out to me. I furrowed my brows as I searched the shop, and what do you know?

Dairy Farmers outfit – Free. (Makes the wearer non-hostile to those they meet, also makes one overlook the wearer unless they have a strong interest in the person wearing it or they see the person doing something they see a problem with. Only one per user!)

That… explained a lot of things actually, since I should have been found out long ago. So anyone who noticed me simply dismissed me as unimportant. I suppose the only reason Malora and the now-dead night elf chose to bother me was that the night elf was focused on finding Alora.

Speaking of Malora, I decided to check the quality of her milk. When I saw the quality of her milk, my eyes widened. She had high-low tier milk. So she was close to being a low-mid tier then.

A cold sweat broke out on my back, and I quickly looked up the collar I was using on her. Oh, fuck! It only works on low-tier milk cows. Holy shit, if Malora was actually even low-mid tier, the collar would not have worked on her!

Taking a moment to calm my racing heart from the heart attack I almost had, I looked up stronger collars. Damn, the price of even a mid-tier collar was nothing to sneeze at – five hundred litres of milk, let alone a high-tier one, which cost a whopping ten thousand litres of milk!

Those were prices without the discounts, yet even so, the price of them was quite high. In any case, now I know I will have to be even more careful about who I attempt to collar.

Which brought me to the last thing I wanted to check for now – boosts. Strangely, there was only one boost available, yet its description affirmed my belief.

Buff of Permanence – 50 litres. (One-time use item which makes the buff gained from drinking milk permanent.)

So there was a benefit to drinking the milk! Yet it was not permanent. I had only ever drunk a mouthful or two of their milk, and even then during sex, so I was not really paying attention.

As I gazed at Malora and remembered how I rushed back here with her yesterday, something came to me – I had grown stronger. Back when I brought Zola back here, I struggled quite heavily, but yesterday I ran all the way here with Malora on my shoulder, and while I was tired, I was not as tired as I should have been.

So it seems that while the greater buff gained from drinking milk falls off, there is a sort of permanent gain as well. Which means I should keep some milk for myself and drink it.

Still, diminishing returns were no doubt a thing considering how many different tiers of magic milk there were. Another thing to consider was what each type of magic gave me upon drinking it.

Standing up from where I had sat while thinking about all of this, I approached Zola, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, and drank it down greedily. Now that I was paying attention to it, I could feel myself getting stronger with each mouthful I drank down.

After some time, I had to stop, not because I was full, but because I was starting to feel high, almost. I looked at my hand and flexed the finger on it, feeling strength unlike any I had felt before. Not only that, the stiffness I felt from sleeping on the floor was also gone.

Perhaps it possessed some measure of healing? I suppose it would make sense. Dropping to the floor, I began to do pushups just to feel out how much stronger I was. As I did my first pushup, I pulled out my phone and checked the time. I almost forgot to check how long it lasts.

As I did my last pushup, a sense of weakness gripped me, making me collapse and take deep breaths. Weakly glancing at the phone, I saw that it had been twenty minutes or so.

So it didn't last all that long and had severe exhaustion once the effect dropped off. Then again, it could just be my own weakness. I assume I could build up tolerance to it. Then again, that could also mean I would need more of it for the same boost.

Still, this was me doing a physical activity, so perhaps it made it drain faster? Returning to Zola, I took her other breast into my mouth and drank from it. Once I got the same high, I stopped. Checking the phone for the time, I approached Alora, who was silently observing what I was doing.

Smiling at her, I caressed her cheek and pecked her on the forehead. “Morning, how is my good girl doing?” I asked, caringly.

She bit her lip while looking at me, making me raise an eyebrow. “Don’t be shy,” I gently encouraged her. She looked up at me with some trepidation while biting her lip. “Could master please put me down?” she said, looking up at me with a vulnerable look. “I am quite stiff, master,” she hurriedly continued.

I furrowed my brows. I suppose that makes sense, but… Well, I was going to buy a new collar anyway, so I suppose I could do that. “Later, my dear. For now, there is something I must learn,” I assured her as I uncovered her full breasts and milked her, leaving some milk behind for later.

I could still feel the buff from Zola’s milk, so after finishing with Alora, I moved onto Malora and milked her as well. Turning the milk in, I saw that I had filled my quota of human milk as well, leaving me with just Orc and Troll left.

I had a little over three weeks still left, so I should be able to finish in time. The question is how much and which ones I will be required to acquire afterwards. There were plenty of races that were not included in this list and would no doubt be added later down the line. Now that I knew I needed magic-infused milk, I would need to focus on magic users. The only thing that worries me is if I target a mid-tier, which would make the low-tier collars I am using useless.

After finishing with milking Malora, I checked the time and saw that there was some time left until the fifteen-minute mark. As I waited for the last few minutes to trickle down, I sat down, preparing for the exhaustion to hit me.

As the time moved onto the twentieth minute, the suspicion I had seemed to prove correct. Exertion lowered the time the buff lasted.

At the thirty-five minute mark, I felt the strength leaving me, yet this time I did not feel as exhausted. Interesting.

I was about to move onto Alora when I remembered – Malora’s milk was spicy as hell! Damn! I should’ve left Zola’s milk for afterward! Ugh, I will need to just use Alora’s milk and hope it helps.

Standing before Malora, I took a few deep breaths to fortify myself about what I was going to do. Bending down, I began to suck and tried to ignore the burn from her milk. After taking a few mouthfuls, I stood back and extended my tongue. Damn, that smarts!

Yet the rush of strength was unmistakable, as was the rush of anger. I turned away from Malora and began to look at a wall, lest I do something stupid. Placing my hand on the wall, I leaned forward and tried to suppress the rush of anger.

Fel is one hell of a drug. Once my anger was sufficiently controlled, I gazed at my hands, feeling power flow through me, in fact. Focusing on it, I was able to manifest it, setting my hands on fire. Damn! My hands are on fire! I began to shake them furiously, and as the flames disappeared, I looked at them, yet there were no burns, nor did I feel any pain.

Did I just use Fel magic? Holy smokes! Carefully positioning myself, I pointed my hand at a wall and allowed it to pour out of my hand at it. Wow. For a time, I was a flamethrower, that is until I lost my buff and fell to my knees, breathing heavily.

I gripped my knees as a desire for MORE! Struck me. I had to grit my teeth and glare angrily at the ground till it passed. I don’t know how long it took, but after some time, the desire, while not disappearing completely, was not so prominent.

Holy smokes! Is this how drug addicts feel? I laid down and put my hands on my face, trying to calm down. I wonder, was it just because Malora had such high-quality fel-infused milk? Since I did not feel like that after drinking Zola’s milk, or was it simply Fel itself?

Then again, Fel has always been considered very addictive and corruptive magic. Now, the question was whether I could build up a measure of immunity to it, or if I should stick to Alora’s and Zola’s milk and wait for it to passively strengthen me before drinking Malora’s milk.

Despite how stupid it may seem, I could not truly afford to ignore the positive effects I could gain from it, and I hoped there were no negatives or, at least, none that I could come to regret.

After calming down, I walked back to Alora, who was looking at me with worry. “Master… are you alright?” she asked with naked concern. What a good girl.

I smiled at her and kissed her. “I am fine; it just caught me by surprise, that's all. But thank you for your concern. You are such a good girl.” She beamed at me upon hearing that.

“Now, time for a drink,” I said, winking at her, which made her blush and bite her lip while looking at me with hooded eyes. This little minx!

Taking her breast into my mouth, I sucked hard, all the while looking into her eyes as she moaned in pleasure.

After having my fill, I stepped back from her and closed my eyes. The first thing I noticed right away was that the last vestiges of desire for more Fel magic disappeared from me. Huh, that’s interesting. I wonder if I had taken a drink from Alora first, would I feel a need for Arcane? I suppose that’s another thing to check later.

Another thing I noticed was that I felt calm, calmer than I had ever felt since I came here. Looking at my hands, I attempted to manifest Arcane magic but was unable to do it. Then again, I did not feel the same rush of power I felt upon consuming Malora’s milk.

So, it seems the quality of Alora’s milk was quite low, not surprising I guess, if a little disappointing. Still, I learned quite a lot today, some things more terrifying than others.