Dairy Farmer in World of Warcraft ch 4

After ensuring that Zola's nipples had been properly tied and covering her again, I pocketed the collar and left my little hidey-hole to return to the battlefield.

I still needed milk from humans, orcs, and trolls to fulfill my quota, and I would rather get it out of the way as fast as possible. I had no plans to bring any back this time; all I intended to do was collar and milk them and then let them go, perhaps rob them as well.

This time, I decided to approach from another spot. While my first spot had served me well, it would not do to become predictable. Although it did not seem that way, it was possible that I had been spotted.

As I drew closer, voices made me duck into the closest bush. I could hear steps approaching, which made my heart begin to race. Shit! This was not good.

“I am sure she is fine, probably just hiding somewhere,” a somewhat annoyed voice spoke up, seemingly completely uninterested in what they were doing.

“Shut up, Malora! I knew it was too early for her to join the battle. Why didn’t she listen!” a second voice retorted harshly, fear and worry evident in her voice.

Not interested at all in what they were after, I attempted to back away without being spotted. Obviously, I stepped on a twig that cracked like a bomb. How predictable.

“Wait! Did you hear that?” the worried voice spoke up in alarm. For heaven's sake, really?

“Ugh, it’s a forest. It’s probably some dumb animal just stalking a rabbit or something,” the annoyed voice said again.

I could hear fast footsteps approaching me. Shit! There was no way I was going to escape. Need to think quickly. I gave a quick look around. There! A berry shrub. I quickly approached it and began to act as if I were gathering berries, hoping they weren’t poisonous, as the footsteps quickly arrived at my location.

Schooling myself, I turned around with a placid expression, beholding a Night Elf woman running towards me. Lucky? I mean, she shouldn’t kill me on sight, I hope.

As I was about to speak up, her companion stepped up beside her, and I couldn’t help my eyes widening and mouth opening. Holy shit! The udders on that woman! The milk I could get from her—just thinking of it made greed grow in me and saliva gather in my mouth.

“Excuse me,” the Night Elf speaking up broke the spell I was under. Blinking a few times, I looked towards her, not missing the knowing look the human woman gave me. “Have you seen another Night Elf woman around here? Her name is Alora.”

Fuck! Act natural! I put on a hopefully sufficiently regretful look. “I am sorry, but you are the only people I have seen in the last few days,” I replied as sincerely as possible. The Night Elf sagged sadly at my words, while the human simply rolled her eyes.

“I told you she probably ran back home. Or got captured again,” she finished boredly. Yikes, I mean, true, but damn she is harsh. No wonder Alora was so eager to please.

“Malora! How can you say that!” the Night Elf turned towards Malora, anger blazing in her eyes.

Malora crossed her arms under her massive udders and gave her companion an exasperated look. “Not my fault if it’s the truth. Even before she was captured by the Satyrs, she was not cut out for this. Her own fault she tried to do something she was useless at,” she finished with a sniff, completely unapologetic for her words.

What a bitch was all I could think. Oh, how I would like to collar her and put her on a wall. Sadly, I don’t think that is going to happen. So, while those two were busy, I tried to calmly walk away. Sadly, my day was just not getting any better.

“Hey, where are you off to? This is a dangerous place, you know,” the bitch queen spoke up, a smirk on her face. Uh-oh, now what? I turned towards her with a smile, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “I’ll be sure to be careful. Thank you for your concern,” I replied, gratitude in my voice.

She strutted up to me with an arrogant smirk on her face, before putting her finger on my jaw and slowly pulling it towards my chin, where she kept it. “Why don’t you come with us? After all, we wouldn’t want something to happen to you,” she replied so sweetly that butter would melt in her mouth, giving me a smoldering look.

What the hell? My eyes had popped open in surprise, and my mouth simply fell open. I could see the amusement in her eyes. This bitch.

Just as I was about to say something, the Night Elf spoke up. “Leave him alone, Malore. We need to go back; the battle will begin soon.” Her voice was filled with worry and aggravation.

Malora rolled her eyes before turning away from me. “Fine. Ugh, if they didn’t pay me so much, I would’ve left long ago. All this fighting is so annoying,” she sniffed haughtily.

The still unnamed Night Elf just glared at Malora before stomping away in anger.

As they disappeared between the trees, I couldn’t help but take a few deep breaths to calm myself. That could’ve gone way worse. I need to up my sneaking game; my sneak is so not one hundred.

As I was about to turn and walk away, shouting from the direction the two walked drew my attention. Now what? Did they get ambushed or something?

As I stood there, indecision warred within me. The most prudent and smart thing would be to haul ass away from here, but… another part, one that wanted that udder bitch to hang from my wall, couldn’t help but wish to see if perhaps we could get something.

Fuck! This was a bad idea, was what I thought to myself as I began to approach.

As I peeked around the tree, I could see the two engaged in combat with two orcs and two trolls. Despite being outnumbered, the two held their own. My eyes narrowed as I saw that Malora was using fel and summoning demons. No wonder she was so arrogant—fucking warlocks.

Seeing as it was doubtful they would lose, I considered if I wanted to stick around in case the orc and troll females survived. Which is when the battle turned; a lucky strike from the orc cleaved the night elf in half, leaving Malora alone against three, since one of the trolls had fallen.

Yet despite being outnumbered, she didn’t lose her haughty demeanor. I could see her mouth move as she sneered something, yet I was too far to hear what.

Holy shit! She just summoned a Doomguard—what the fuck! The big, big fuck of a demon made short work of the others before turning towards Malora. She sneered something at it; uh-oh, he did not seem impressed with her words.

Her eyes widened as her own summon began to attack her. While she was able to nimbly avoid his strikes, he did not leave her a lot of room to retaliate.

A faster strike than the rest struck her, sending her flying and crashing into a tree. As she lay there, the Doomguard began to approach her. Just as he raised his sword to kill her, Malora released a scream of anger and frustration and extended her arms, from which flame poured at it.

I could feel the heat even from here! As her magic tapered off, only legs and wings remained of the Doomguard; the rest of him had been burned away. As for Malora, she tiredly sneered before falling unconscious.

I could only look on with wide eyes. Man… I knew this world was dangerous, but seeing shit like this puts it into perspective. Still, a grin grew on my face, and greed grew in my belly.

Giving a quick look and seeing that no one else seemed to be moving, I quickly rushed at Malora. No doubt someone would come here to explore it, so I had to act quickly.

Snapping the collar on her neck, I poured a healing potion down her throat and pulled her onto my shoulder before hauling ass.

Not exactly what I had intended to do, but one cannot let such opportunities slip by. Besides, I can always buy a new collar; with the milk this udder bitch will make, it won’t take long to afford one.

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"Man, this bitch is heavy," was what I thought to myself as I rushed towards my hidey-hole. Upon entering, I dropped her to the ground, bent over, and put my hands on my knees, panting like a dog.

"Damn, that was tiring. Maybe I shouldn’t have run the entire way? Eh, what’s done is done." Standing up, my eyes roamed across Zola. I saw the sneer on her face as she looked at me, then glanced towards Malora with a seemingly sad expression.

"Don’t worry, if you knew her, you wouldn’t feel bad for her." What intrigued me more was the anger I could see on Alora’s face as she looked at Malora. "So, she was a bitch even to her face then. Damn."

As I regained my breath and strength from my exertion, I felt the need to pat myself on the back for the simple fact that I had the forethought to install additional places to hang a cow from.

Grabbing Malora, I began to secure her to her new home. While tying her off, my eyes kept returning to her udders. I licked my lips in anticipation.

Finally, she was secured, and it seemed she had woken up as her eyes were open and gazing around, revealing confusion.

“Welcome to your new home, Udder-bitch. We will have so much fun together.” I grinned at her, not hiding my lust even a little.

Unwilling to wait any longer, I drew my containers and approached her, ripping off the few scraps hiding her udders from me. I feasted on them for a moment before grabbing handfuls.

They were so taut and filled with milk that it sprayed from both her nipples. “Oh, how I will enjoy milking you, my lovely cow,” I said as I took a container and began to collect her milk. The container was already full, and I hadn't finished with this breast.

Looking up to her anger-filled eyes, I said, “Oh, you will be such a good cow for me. I really hit a jackpot with you.” I chuckled, unable to believe my good fortune.

Returning to her udders, I took a new container and began to milk her again. Stream after stream of milk left her breast. It truly looked as if I was milking a cow and not a human female.

Yet, I noticed something else. Her milk was not white; it had a greenish tint. Oh no, I hope her milk isn't tainted. I was unsure if drinking it was a good idea anymore.

Meh, later. For now, I enjoyed squeezing her teat and watching the milk pour out of it. Just as the second container was beginning to fill, her output began to taper off. Still, two containers from one breast? I didn't think that was even possible.

As the last few drops hung from her nipple, I licked my lips nervously, hoping I wouldn't suffer any consequences. Bending over, I took it in my mouth, feeling a spicy sting on my tongue and something else I couldn't pinpoint.

Biting her nipple, I took a deep breath and exhaled before giving it a proper suck, tasting a true mouthful of my new cow's milk. It was incredibly spicy! Swallowing it quickly, I began to pant as my tongue hung out.

Desperately searching for relief, my eyes landed on Alora. I quickly approached her, uncovering her and sucking her nipple, relieved to find some milk that helped overcome the burning sensation in my mouth.

Standing up, I sighed with relief. My mouth still tingled, but it wasn’t burning anymore. Looking down at Alora's wide, surprised eyes, I smiled at her, then pecked her on the lips. “You're such a good girl,” I said, gently caressing her face, and she leaned into my caress.

After a moment, I stepped back, and she pouted adorably, making me laugh. “Later,” I smirked at her lustfully, causing her to blush.

Returning to Malora, I looked at her sourly. "See, this is what happens when you toy with Fel—your milk gets all nasty. Who wants spicy milk that burns one's mouth?" I spoke disappointedly. Unable to help myself, I smacked her now-empty teat, relishing the sound it made and savoring its much softer and doughy feel. "Well, at least you are fun to play with, if nothing else," I snorted before taking more containers and continuing to milk her.

After filling another two containers of her fel-tainted milk, I stepped back for a moment. I furrowed my brow; it seemed her udders had sagged a little, but not much. I wonder how long they will hold their firmness with the constant milking.

Still, the rest of her body wasn’t half bad either, and I was feeling a little pent up after milking her. Approaching her, I removed the rest of her clothing and began to slowly caress her body.

Her stomach was taut, and I could feel her abs with just a little pressure. She obviously kept herself in good shape, or at least used some magic for that. Traveling down, I took a handful of her tight ass; damn, you could bounce coins from it. Pulling back, I gave it a satisfying smack and grabbed it again.

My other hand was slowly running up and down her thigh, which was just as taut. I enjoyed the feel of her stockings. I had always had a bit of a fetish for them, so I had no intention of removing them from her.

Bending over, I bit her boobs with some force, leaving indentions of my teeth but not breaking skin. Traveling lower, I finally took her nipple in my mouth and played with it before giving it a bite as well.

Holding it properly, I leaned away, pulling it taut until it would not stretch anymore before letting it go and watching her tit bounce back.

Letting go of her calf, I reached up with my arm and took the second boob in my hand, beginning to squeeze and caress it. My lips ghosted across her collarbone and neck. I bit down on her neck and began to suckle; I wanted to leave a mark on her.

Letting go of her ass, I slid my hand down her stomach towards her cunt, allowing my finger to roam across it; I felt some wetness there. Hah, the slut liked it.

Dragging my middle finger through her labia, I felt her wetness; oh, she was so wet. As I was playing with her needy pussy, something occurred to me: I had not plugged this slut up.

Letting go of her boob, I rummaged in my pocket until I found them: my last anal plug and urethra plug. I would need to get some more if I capture more cows.

As I was preparing to plug her up, an idea crossed my mind. Quickly wetting the anal plug, I dropped my overalls and let my dick free at last. Making sure the anal plug was nicely lubed, I positioned my cock at her entrance and began to slowly sink into her smoldering depths.

Damn, this woman was tight! As I bottomed out, I gave her a grin and reached behind her, pulling her massive asscheek to the side. I began to probe for her sphincter with the plug, finding it, and then I began to press it in.

I enjoyed seeing her trembling eyes as she felt the plug opening her up. Flexing my cock, I could feel it sinking inside her. Gritting my teeth, I gave her a few hard thrusts, enjoying how tightly she gripped me.

Looking down, I noticed that not all of my dick was inside her. Raising an eyebrow, I gave it a sharp thrust and felt it stop. Damn, it seems it’s not just her personality that is shallow. No matter, I will deal with that after; there was another place to plug up.

Bringing up the urethra plug, I held it before her eyes, enjoying the way her eyes darted to it. “Care to guess where this will go?” I taunted her with a chuckle. She seemed confused, not surprising. Such a thing is not something one usually thinks about.

Leaning in, I began to kiss her aggressively; her mouth was dry. Once I felt it moisten, I broke our liplock and brought the plug to her mouth, wetting it with her saliva.

Giving her one last smirk, I looked down and began my search for her urethra. Locating it, I lubricated the plug with her pussy juice while slowly thrusting into her.

As I started to push inside, I looked up; her eyes had become completely still. I could see the pupil in her eye dilate. I did not stop and applied more strength, pushing it despite it not wanting to go in.

Oh, the way her vaginal walls rippled across my cock felt heavenly. I almost wanted to close my eyes and enjoy it, yet I did not want to miss the emotion in her eyes either.

Finally, the plug would not go any deeper. Giving it a quick look, I could see that it was glowing, signaling that it had settled in.

“Bet you never thought that could happen, did you?” I chuckled at her, thrusting a little faster and pressing upon the plug a little. That made me look down hurriedly, as when I had pressed on it, it began to vibrate!

Reaching around her, I found the butt plug and pressed on it. I could instantly feel it begin to vibrate, sensing the vibration against my cock and noticing the way her arousal intensified, causing her to flex and ripple.

"Haha, oh, I will enjoy this," I exclaimed, unable to contain my laughter. Grabbing two handfuls of her breasts, I gave them a harsh squeeze and began to vigorously penetrate her.

Grabbing her nipples I began to twist and pull them, enjoying the way her eyes trembled from it all. Letting go of one of her boobs I began to slap them, alternating between one and the other. Once her breasts had grown red and my handprints could be seen on them, I did the same to her ass. I don’t know why, but I wanted to abuse her.

Not even Zola elicited such desires from me. Ignoring that for now, I focused on my own pleasure since I had already felt her orgasm a few times. Giving a few more deep and hard thrusts, I let go, allowing my climax to rush up my penis and into her, possibly even into her womb.

The idea of breeding this bitch made me spurt a few more times. Leaning against her, I licked her neck to catch my breath while my hands roamed across her body.

Feeling slightly rested, I withdrew and allowed my dick to exit her tightly gripping cunt, a few drops of cum dripping from her well-used hole. Observing the blinking plug, I briefly considered before deciding to turn both of them off. I was content with her; there was no need to keep them activated now.