Dairy Farmer in WoW ch 18

As we left the goblins and their camp behind, a sense of exhilaration coursed through me; finally, things were looking up. I took stock of all my newfound acquisitions, envisioning the bountiful rewards they promised—particularly the magical potential nestled within the naga.

Once we had distanced ourselves from the goblin camp, I swiftly secured the collars around them. Even if one of them was mid-tier, the absence of their magic would undoubtedly make subduing her a more manageable task.

My attention was consistently drawn to the naga. After scanning the surroundings and finding nothing noteworthy, I approached her. Taking her breasts in hand, I initiated the milking process. The radiant blue-purplish hue emanating from the liquid confirmed the presence of arcane magic, causing a triumphant grin to spread across my face.

While my understanding of arcane magic use was quite limited, accumulating reserves of such mystical energy seemed like a prudent endeavor. Leaning in, I eagerly took her nipple into my mouth, savoring the magical essence infused within the milk. It was undeniably more potent than Alora's, a fact not lost on me.

"Enjoying yourself, human?" A voice sliced through the air, causing me to freeze in place. My gaze shifted upward, locking onto the narrowed and angered eyes of the naga. In the blink of an eye, I recoiled, attempting to evade her grasp. Despite my efforts, one of her hands managed to snag me while the others swiped menacingly in my direction.

"Pervert! Lecher!" she snarled, her cheeks flushed with anger. "You dare treat me like some... some... cow!" Her words seethed with indignation as she defensively covered her swaying breasts with two of her hands.

Laughter erupted from the side, prompting me to glance towards Malora, who was looking over at us with a broad grin on her face. "Having trouble, master?" she teased amidst her laughter.

I deadpanned at her, utterly unamused, which only fueled her laughter even more. "You could help, you know?" I snarked at her. She tapped her lip in thought before grinning at me. "Nah, I'm sure you'll be fine." I narrowed my eyes at her. "You'll pay for that later," I growled, causing her grin to widen. "Promises, promises," she replied in a sing-song tone.

Turning my attention to the naga, I observed as she pushed herself backward, casting an angry glance in our direction. "Enough of this!" she snarled and raised her hand, yet nothing happened. She recoiled in horror, looking at her hand in disbelief.

Her eyes shot towards me, a snarl growing on her face. "What have you done to me?" she shouted as she lunged at me. Unwilling to entertain her, I conjured chains and bound her. "Aww... done already?" Malora pouted as her entertainment came to an end.

"Be quiet," I hushed her, not taking my eyes off the naga. It seemed both the harpy and the centaur had also awoken, but fortunately, the collars had kept them bound.

"Release me, human, or suffer my wrath!" The naga struggled, yet with no access to her magic, she was unable to break her bonds. Unwilling to deal with her for now, I removed the ineffective low-tier collar from her. Fortunately, even with it off, her magic was already being channeled into making milk, so it was out of her reach. I replaced it with the mid-tier one, which instantly made her lose control of her body.

I believe I'll need to invest in higher-grade collars if this continues. First Vela, and now the naga – it's becoming too perilous to take such risks. Even with her magic bound, the naga could have easily slit my throat, and that would have been the end of it.

Now that I've dealt with her, my attention shifts to Malora. A brittle smile forms on her face as she finally grasps the gravity of her actions, realizing that the fleeting amusement she gained might not have been worth it.

"Now, master, let's not—" "Quiet," I command, and her mouth obediently closes. I slowly wrap my hand around her neck, not yet applying pressure, but her eyes tremble nonetheless. "I am willing to forgive a lot, but if you ever engage in something foolish like this again..." I allow her to contemplate the consequences on her own. It's more effective not to specify the punishment, letting her imagination conjure up increasingly severe repercussions.

"Must I remind you of the consequences that await you if I were to meet my demise?" I continued coldly, observing her eyes widening as the realization of the impending threat sank in. "Mast—" I cut her off with a sharp "Shhh," showing no interest in her attempts at excuses.

Taking a seat, I retrieved my dick, pulling her head towards it. There was no need for a command; her mouth opened willingly. "Since you seem to lack productive ways to use your mouth, we'll have to find ways to keep it occupied," I stated, gripping her hair as her wide eyes met mine.

Guiding her head in rhythmic motion, I allowed the rush of adrenaline to slowly dissipate, providing a temporary distraction from the perilous brush with death I had just experienced once again. As I scrutinized Malora, a thought crossed my mind—had I been too lenient with them? Perhaps a stark reminder of their status as slaves and my role as their master was necessary.

They are here to please me and be used by me, not the other way around. I pushed the entirety of my dick down Malora's throat, keeping her there. I enjoyed how her throat moved across my dick. After a moment, she attempted to pull back, but I tightened my grip and gave her a single glance, which stopped her instantly.

“You seem to have forgotten your place. Time to remind you of it.” I said softly, yet full of malice, as her eyes trembled and her throat moved more franticly across my cock as she began to run out of air.

I let my darker desires out and enjoyed her pain just as her eyes began to roll backwards. I pulled her off for a moment before starting to skull-fuck her. Her drool and throat slop covered my dick.

Choking gasps escaped her as she attempted to draw in some breath but was unable to gain a lot of air. Soon enough, I felt my cum begin to build up, and giving a few more sharp short thrusts, I held her head down and came down her throat. I gave a few more thrusts, removing the last few drops of cum from my dick and letting them slide down her throat.

Pushing her off, I watched her hack and cough, drawing in breaths to refill her lungs with air. Her body was trembling; shudders were passing through it; her massive udders were shaking. I licked my lips, winding back and slapping them, enjoying the squeek of pain from her and how her udders jiggled even more.

Grabbing her by the hair, I dragged her across my lap. “Cound and thank me.” I snarled at her, slapping her ass with a satisfying smack, making her asscheek wobble and ripple.

"Ahh..." were the only sounds that escaped Malora, prompting me to shake my head in disappointment. "I said 'count' and 'thank me,'" I chided as I delivered another slap, even harder than the last.

"Ahhh... one! Thank you, master!" Malora responded quickly, earning a satisfied hum from me. I continued to squeeze her flesh for a moment before delivering another decisive slap.

"Ahh... two! Thank you, master!" I noted her progress approvingly. Observing the red handprint already forming on her buttocks, I smiled and proceeded to administer a few more hits in succession.

"Three, thank you, master. Four, thank you, master. Five, thank you, master!" Malora uttered the counts swiftly, suppressing the painful shouts that undoubtedly wanted to escape her.

I tenderly stroked the bruised skin, my touch conveying a conflicting blend of gentleness and authority. "You know I don't wish to inflict harm upon you, but when disobedience persists like this, my dear, it leaves me with little choice," I murmured softly, meeting her tear-filled gaze.

Malora moistened her lips nervously. "Yes, master, I've been a disobedient girl. I apologize," she confessed. A gentle smile crept across my face as I continued to delicately caress her cheek. "Good," I replied, allowing the warmth to fade from my expression, causing a hint of apprehension to flicker in Malora's eyes. "Now, continue counting," I instructed, prompting her to lower her gaze and comply with a nod.

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Once we called it a day, I meticulously tended to the milking of my newfound cows. Contrary to my initial expectations, I found myself pleasantly surprised by the quality of the milk they produced. Among them, the Naga's contribution stood out, and it was hardly a shock given her ability to resist the effects of the low-tier collar – a clear indicator of her elevated magical prowess.

Her milk, infused with mid mid-tier arcane magic, surpassed even that of Vela, whose milk had previously held the title of the most potent magic I had ever consumed. What added to the delight was not just the magical potency but also the sheer quantity of milk that Naga yielded, surpassing Vela in that regard as well. In acquiring Naga, it seemed luck had favored me in more ways than one.

I made a conscious decision to send only the minimum required quota of Naga's magical milk while reserving the bulk for my personal use. The strategy was clear in my mind – stockpiling this potent elixir and using it with the permanence potion would undoubtedly result in a substantial power boost for myself.

Concerning the centaur and harpy, both of their milks possessed a high low-tier nature and elemental quality, respectively. This implied that if their inherent strength were any greater, I could have found myself in a precarious situation.

However, this raises a perplexing question: How did the goblins acquire such formidable specimens? The naga alone should have had the capability to turn them into paste given her immense strength.

"Is there something amiss, Master?" Malora inquired quietly, her tone subdued. However, my visibly troubled expression undoubtedly sparked concern in her as well.

I spared a glance at her before turning my attention to the newly acquired cows, contemplating their strength. "They are all strong, Malora. Too strong for the goblins to have acquired so rapidly and seemingly without any casualties," I explained, voicing my concerns.

Had these little beasts double-crossed me in some way? Yet, even if they had, it wouldn't explain how they obtained these women or what exactly their plan entailed. No one should truly be aware of my existence, except for them. If someone so powerful had assisted them, they could have easily subdued me as well, rendering all of this seemingly pointless.

"Took you long enough," a haughty voice replied as an elvish woman materialized before us. And I do mean materialized; she was invisible before. Shit!

Her gaze shifted towards Malora, and a cruel, amused expression played in her eyes. "Hello, Malora. It's delightful to witness you fully embracing your true calling – being a cow," she sneered. Mocking and snobbish laughter spilled from her lips, filling the air.

“Shayla!” Malora snarled as she stood up, unleashing a barrage of fel fire at her adversary. Simultaneously, her felguard charged the haughty elf. However, Shayla merely sneered, contemptuously dispelling the flames and effortlessly shredding the felguard.

For heaven's sake! Can anything go right for once? That was my prevailing thought as I hastily retreated, observing the ongoing magical clash between the two. Malora persistently hurled spells, while Shayla skillfully deflected them, all the while taunting and belittling Malora with apparent ease.

"How pathetic," Shayla taunted, reveling in Malora's frustration. "I always thought you sought power from the demons, yet here you are, still weak." She spoke cruelly, relishing in the fact that Malora couldn't retaliate. "I would have expected more from a little wench like you. Did you fail to bargain for greater power, or did your master capture you before you could properly offer yourself to the demons?"

Fed up, I decided I had endured enough. Downing all of the naga's milk, I felt a surge of power coursing through me. Even the arrogant elf, Shayla, glanced at me with surprise, her eyes widening momentarily. However, her expression quickly turned disdainful, and a sneer formed on her face.

"Don't attempt it, human! You may intrigue me, but I won't hesitate to—" Shayla's threat was cut short as I showcased that, though untrained in magic, the sheer amount of power at my disposal in that moment was not to be underestimated.

I allowed the fel to consume the arcane magic I had absorbed, fel chains attacking the arrogant elf. While she repelled them, I seized the opportunity to rush towards her, which took her aback for a moment. However, her eyes narrowed, and she suddenly disappeared from my sight. Blink? I jerked around and spotted her near the naga, her eyes blazing with anger.

“I bestowed upon you these gifts, and you dare to attack me? How dare you impude— AHHHH.” Foolishly, she had failed to keep track of Malora and paid the price. With a roar of rage, she twisted around and shot icicles at Malora, drawing a shout of pain as some impaled her.

Yet, that was all I needed to cross the distance and slug the elf in the face, causing her to collapse to the ground in a dazed state. Jumping on top of her, I delivered a few more punches before she lost consciousness.

Swiftly, I snapped a collar around her neck to lock away her magic. Afterward, I rushed to Malora, who was bleeding quite heavily. "Shit!" Kneeling beside her, I swallowed heavily as I rummaged through my pack. "It's gonna be alright! Stay with me, Malora!" I shouted, throwing items aside in a frantic search. "Fuck! Where is it?" I snarled until I finally located it – Zola's milk.

Carefully lifting Malora's head, I allowed her to gulp down the milk. "Shit, shit! Don't die, Malora! You hear me? You are not allowed to die!" I trembled with a mixture of fear, anger, and the adrenaline coursing through me.

As she drank the milk, I gently pulled out the icicles, causing her to groan and scream in pain. "Please... please stay with me."

Malora managed to give me a tear-filled smile, blood pouring from her mouth, before falling slack in my arms. "NOOOOOO!" A bloodcurdling scream escaped from deep within me.