Dairy farmer in World of Warcraft ch 7

After finally escaping Vela’s grasp, fueled by desire, I managed to stand up. I felt utterly drained, in more ways than one. I can't afford to let that woman ensnare me again, or it might be the end of me.

Looking at her face, twisted in a blissful yet distorted expression, eyes rolled back and mouth open with her tongue hanging out, I couldn't deny a certain satisfaction, although the pain quickly overshadowed any sense of triumph.

Everything hurt. A burning sensation spread through me, forcing me to collapse to my knees, panting like a dog. I fumbled with my pockets, desperately trying to reach the pouches containing some much-needed water.

I felt parched, as if every drop of fluid had been drained from my body. What in the world did that woman do to me?!

Just as my weak attempts finally allowed me to grasp some water, a hand slapped it away, spilling it on the floor. My head turned towards... what? Who was this? Another succubus?

This new succubus leered at me, a cruel grin playing on her lips, relishing in my suffering.

"Foolish man, so easily deceived. Hahaha." Her cruel laughter mocked me. With a dismissive sniff, she approached Malora.

Allowing her rolled-up whip to fall slack, she licked her lips before striking Malora with it. Yet, seeing no reaction from Malora seemed to frustrate her. Stomping her hooved foot on the ground, she whirled toward me, grabbing me by the hair, causing intense pain. She dragged me toward Malora and hissed in my ear. "Remove that stupid collar!"

Unwilling to provoke her and unable to resist, I weakly reached out and removed it. The moment I did, a groan of pain escaped Malora before she began to glare at the succubus. "What do you think you're doing, you worthless filth! How dare you strike your master! Free me right now!" Malora hissed at what I realized now was Vela, her anger palpable as sparks seemed to escape from her eyes.

Vela let go of my hair, allowing me to drop to the floor, which I used to distance myself from them, the pain and burning sensation still present. Reaching for my food sack, I finally managed to get a drink. As I drank, the pain subsided, allowing me to breathe easier.

During this, Vela sneered at Malora. “Quiet, you stupid cow. Haha, to think that the high and mighty Malora would be reduced to nothing but a dairy animal.” Swinging back, she allowed her whip to strike Malora’s udders, eliciting a shout of pained anger from Malora.

“At least your oversized udders are going to be put to good use now,” Vela sneered, grinning as she reached out and grabbed Malora’s breast, inflicting a painful squeeze that pierced the flesh, causing some milk to spurt from her nipple.

“And the very best part is that you cannot even use your power now,” Vela mocked Malora, who could only grit her teeth in anger and glare at the succubus in front of her.

“Funny little pests, these dairy farmers. Once they collar you, all the power you have gets transferred to the milk you produce. After all, that is all they care for, making it so that even once the collar is removed, you cannot use the power you once wielded to strike them down,” Vela explained mockingly, revealing something I hadn't known before.

While her focus was on Malora, that gave me some freedom. However, only after I drank it did I notice that I had consumed Zola’s milk, which I had saved upon learning of its healing properties.

Swiftly, I pulled out a healing potion and drank it, aiming for better recovery. Slowly, I approached Zola and regarded her with utmost seriousness as I untied her hands and returned her weapon.

She eyed me suspiciously, but I gestured towards the succubus. With a clecnhed jaw, she nodded at me. Vela noticed my movements and actions.

Giving a sniff of derision, she struck the floor with her whip. “Am I supposed to be afraid now? Haha.” She reeled back and let her whip fly, striking me and causing the barbs on her whip to rend my flesh, resulting in a scream of pain.

Yet, despite that, I grabbed the whip, gritting my teeth to ignore the pain of the barbs digging into my palms. Vela simply laughed before pulling, forcibly wrenching it from my hands and stripping the flesh until I could no longer maintain my grip.

Fortunately, it was enough for Zola to free herself and strike at Vela, who, though able to evade backward, couldn’t truly put distance between them due to the cramped area we were in.

Ignoring their battle for now, I reached for another healing pot, feeling nothing but agony. Finally, I managed to grab one. Holding it with my wrists, I pulled it open with my teeth and downed the contents.

Steam escaped from my mangled hands as the flesh on them regrew. Damn! It hurt almost as much as when I lost the flesh on them.

Finally free of pain, I glanced at Zola; it was not a pretty sight. Despite the cramped quarters, Vela was still a powerful succubus, and Zola had been tied up for a long time. Not to mention, if what Vela said was correct, she had no access to magic.

She needed help. Hurriedly, I approached Alora and untied her. With a nod, she rushed to help Zola. "What a good girl."

"Let me go!" Malora roared at me. Seeing my indecision, she sneered, "Don’t be stupid. I may hate you, but I want to become a plaything of that wretched succubus even less."

Gritting my teeth, I approached her and untied her. The moment she stood on her own feet, she slapped me. In anger, I looked back at her, and she sniffed, looking down her nose at me. "You deserve it, pervert."

This woman! As I was about to slap her back, a shout of pain from Alora drew my attention. Jerking towards it, I saw her leg wounded horribly. "Pfft... always useless, that one," Malora sneered from beside me, intensifying my desire to strike her. Ignoring me, she approached the fighting Zola and Vela, displaying determination and anger in her eyes.

I knew not how Zola still stood with all the wounds upon her and the blood leaking from her. Fortunately, Malora’s presence diverted Vela's interest away from Zola.

While Vela attempted to whip Malora, who kept avoiding her and taunting, I retrieved two more potions - my last, I noticed - and gave one to both Alora and Zola.

"We need to attack her from the back. If I can get the collar on her, she won't be able to use her power, even if it won’t immobilize her," I whispered to the two of them.

Alora nodded in understanding, while Zola looked conflicted. "Really? You'd rather she wins? Now, I have done some bad things to you, but I don’t think you wanna know what she will do to you." That finally got her to give a terse nod.

Swiftly, we circled around Vela, who had become completely obsessed with whipping Malora. She had fallen to her knees, crying out in agony with each strike.

As we positioned ourselves behind Vela, we collectively lunged at her, using our combined weight to bring her to the ground. "What?! Get off me, you pests! I'll deal with you after," Vela roared, squirming, trying to shake us off. She batted her wings, struck with her tail, and kicked out with her hooved feet.

Fumbling a little, I reached around her neck and attempted to place the collar on her. "No! I won't be some cow for you!" she roared, flames starting to engulf her. Gritting my teeth, I finally snapped the collar around her neck.

She screeched in anger, the flames disappearing, confirming the loss of her magic due to the collar. Without access to her magic, her strength also diminished.

Trusting Zola and Alora to restrain her, I grabbed some rope and tied her legs and arms, causing her to squirm on the ground while shouting profanities and threats at us.

Growing weary of her voice, I forcefully muzzled her, muffling her obscenities. Stepping back, I leaned against the wall. Damn it! This whole day has been a disaster!

A pained groan drew my attention to Malora. I realized I had no more potions to offer her. Zola moved away from Vela and me, prompting me to widen my eyes. Bracing myself for the inevitable consequences, I steeled my resolve nonetheless.

"Zola," I said, catching her attention. She looked up at me with narrowed eyes. "Malora needs healing, and I've run out of healing potions," I explained, which only seemed to confuse her. Moistening my lips, I continued, "Your milk has healing properties."

Her eyes widened, and she instinctively raised her arms to cover her breasts. She bit her lip before glancing at Malora, observing her anguished state. Slowly, she lowered her arms, looking down and away.

Interpreting her actions as agreement, I approached her. Standing before her, I gently cupped her breasts. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," I softly whispered, noticing her lip bite.

Gently, I began to squeeze one of her breasts, letting the milk flow, which drew a quiet whine from her as she attempted to suppress the pleasure she felt from my actions.

Once I had collected plenty of her glowing milk, I stepped back. She glanced up at me with darkened cheeks and a longing look. While that was intriguing for now, Malora was in pain. Despite her being a massive bitch, she did help us, even if this situation was partly her fault. I ignored my own blame completely in all of this.

Approaching her, I knelt down and gently lifted her head, bringing the milk to her lips. She attempted to resist, causing me to roll my eyes. “Calm down; it will heal you. Or do you enjoy being in pain?”

Another spike of pain made her clench her eyes and open her mouth. I gently poured the milk into her mouth, and she drank it down. Once she began to feel its effects, she began to greedily drink more.

After she had drunk her fill, I let her lay down again. While her pain seemed to have lessened, it appears she isn’t healing as fast as I did from drinking Zola’s milk. Perhaps the Fel she contains resists the Light's healing?

Standing up, I observed everyone. Alora smiled at me while bashfully holding one of her arms with the other. Zola was cupping her breasts with a frustrated look on her face before looking at me accusingly. Now what?

Vela was still thrashing on the ground, releasing muffled screams, threats, and who knows what else. As for Malora, she had curled into a fetal position and was quietly sobbing.

Well… shit. Now what?