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Dairy Farmer in WoW ch 22
🕑 Added 2024-02-11 19:05:10 +0000 UTCAs I sat before Malora and reached for her udders, I ran my hands over them. No matter how upset I was with her right now, the fact of the matter was that Malora had the largest personal milk yield of all my women. As the first few spurts of her milk began to fill the container below her, I began to wonder: should I buy the milker and just leave it permanently on with her?
Perhaps being permanently milked would both serve as punishment for her and serve as a way to make the others more compliant? It can milk up to six breasts at the same time, so I suppose I could put Malora and Shayla both on it, and the Naga as well, since the three of them were on my shit list, so to speak.
In fact, that’s exactly what I will do. Standing up, I let go of Malora’s breasts, leaving plenty of milk still in them. Malora, of course, got scared because of that. “Master?” she spoke up worriedly, gazing at me with worry. I spared her a little glance before walking toward the Naga. There were some questions I had to ask her.
Standing before her, I diverted the water from flowing over her, causing her head to shoot up towards me. Her glare blasted me full force now that she was refreshed—how ungrateful.
I sat down before her and none too gently grabbed her chin. “Now, it's obvious that you need to stay hydrated lest you risk drying out. I am willing to be lenient and create a pool of sorts for you, but for that, I need to know a few things.
Firstly, does it need to be saltwater, or is freshwater enough? Also, how often do you have to submerge in water to not dry out?” I waited a moment for my words to settle in her mind before I removed the gag.
Not even a moment passed before she began to speak, or rather shout at me in anger. “Foolish landwalker! Once I get free, I wi-” I backhanded her and gagged her once more, completely uninterested in her foolish attempts at threatening me.
I stood up and began to bind her so that I could move her closer to Malora and Shayla. “Very well, then you can dry out.” I let my eyes roam across the others. “Make no mistake – you are all replaceable. If you prove to be too much of a headache to keep around, I will simply dispose of you and capture another of your kind to replace you,” I said coldly as I positioned the Naga near the other two.
A few taps at the shop made the milker appear beside me, ensuring that the milk I would drain from them would not get mixed up. I approached the naga first and placed the suckers on her breasts.
The moment the cups were placed on her breasts, they began to drain her udders of milk, allowing us to see how it flowed towards the container. Taking the next pair of sucking cups, I prepared to put them on Shyala.
“What… what are you doing?!” She exclaimed, seeing what was happening to the naga and that I was going to do the same to her. “I am already empty, stop it!” Ignoring her, I put them on, making them begin to suck. Since I had already milked her, it only drew out the last spurts that had remained, after which it was dry sucking her.
“Ughn… it hurts! Stop it!” Shayla groaned in discomfort. Tired of her whining, I gagged her, muffling her protests.
Taking the last cups, I took them to Malora, who was looking fearfully at both the naga and Shayla before looking pleadingly at me. “Please… please, no. I will be good, please.”
Kneeling before her, I gently kissed her forehead. “Shhh, don’t complain. You deserve this, you know this. If you keep pushing me, it will just get worse.” I spoke to her soothingly, despite my words chilling her. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she gnawed on her lips.
Placing the cups on her udders, she gave a little groan at the feeling of being machine-milked. Her milk flowed like from a tap due to the strong suction upon her breasts.
This way, both Shayla and the Naga, who had the highest quality milk among all the cows, were constantly milked, making sure I get the most from them, likely even increasing their production.
As for Malora, she was my quantity, and since I need 4000 litres per year, not including the specifically asked-for milk, I had a need for a lot of milk. I spared a glance for the rest of the space, not really intending it; I had made quite the large space, meaning I had a lot of room for more cows.
Perhaps it was time to revisit an older plan that I had abandoned due to interference from Vela’s ‘mother’. That being summoning and keeping succubi for a larger quantity of milk, even if it was fel milk.
I pulled out my mid-tier collar; it was probably for the best to use this on them before I put them here and secure them. I frowned for a moment as I thought of perhaps doing it in here, but the chance of something going wrong was high, so it was probably for the best to create a spot that would allow me to quickly subdue them and collar them.
Seeing that both Alora and Zola had moved on to washing the still docile centauress, I called out to them. “Alora, Zola.” They looked towards me and, seeing me beckon them, approached. When they stood before me, I gave them their new orders. “Alora, continue washing the women, and keep an eye on the containers milking those three and replace them as needed.” Alora glanced at the milking machine, some worry in her gaze at the sight of it and how the women being milked by it did not appear to be enjoying it.
I pulled her face back to me and smiled. “Don’t worry, that will only be for disobedient cows, and you won’t be like them, will you?” She quickly shook her head at that, and after giving her a quick kiss, I swatted her backside so that she could do as told.
After that, I turned to Zola. “Come with me,” I said as I began to walk outside. Walking out of the barn, I headed to a wall further in and made an alcove in it that would serve as the place I would summon the succubus and allow me to capture them quickly.
“I will attempt to once more summon succubi so that they can be milked,” I explained, turning to Zola, who did not look pleased at my words. “I know, I understand why you don’t like it. Sadly, it’s one of the easier ways to gain a lot of milk, even if there is danger involved. Or would you rather I capture women that come from Astranaar?”
Once I mentioned capturing Alliance women traveling in this zone, her look soured even more before she nodded in acceptance. Not that I needed it, but having their obedience was always good.
I gave the collar to Zola. “Stand beside the alcove, and the moment I restrain them, put it on.” With a nod, she positioned herself, at which point I prepared myself before forcing the summoning circle to appear in the alcove.
It did not take even a moment before a link formed, and I saw a succubus form appear. The moment her form solidified, I crushed the walls around her, leaving only her head and neck free, at which point Zola collared her, making her go slack.
Perfect! I couldn’t help the little laugh of success. Freeing my new succubus, I dragged her to the barn where I secured her. Since I lacked any more gags, I simply put a rock in her mouth.
I repeated the same trick three times, at which point I milked the three of them. Interestingly, all three of them had low to mid-tier milk. Same as Vela. I wonder if Succubi are all at this level? I wonder what level Shivarra are at, or even the corrupted Eredar? Since Vela’s mother had a mid-tier collar, it means she was at least that level, but she said that it would not work on her… does that mean she has become strong enough to be considered high tier?
Or is it something to do with these piercings she made that allow cows to use magic again? There is so much that I do not know really, and I wasn’t exactly sure how to contact her, and besides that, she was entirely too strong for me to feel comfortable around her.
As I finished milking the last of the succubi, a chilling thought crossed my mind, and I glanced at all of them. While the first two were glaring at me in anger, the last was looking at me with a raised eyebrow and some amusement. Uh oh… there is no way…
I removed the rock from her mouth, at which point she attempted to clear her mouth, spitting out some mud. Once she finished doing that, she looked up at me. “You know, you could’ve let me speak before doing this. Vela is going to be such a bitch over this, since I did give her shit over being milked by you.”
Son of a bitch! I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, stopping the rising anger and fear. With a wave of my hand, I freed the succubus who stretched at that point before crossing her arms under her bust.
“How do I contact her? And what is her name even?” I couldn’t keep referring to her as ‘mother’. The succubi frowned at me before rolling her eyes. “I was actually sent by her to speak with you. Didn’t think you would lock me up before I could even say a word.” She said petulantly. I simply looked at her expressionlessly. “Tough. Now how do I contact her?”
"You could just give me some of the piercings she gave you so I can do it," she said, and while that seemed reasonable, I had no intentions of doing that. "No." At my uncompromising answer, she simply stomped her hoof on the ground. "Fine! Just make a summoning circle and don’t focus on summoning anyone; she is probably paying attention." Not ideal… very much not ideal.
Honestly, I felt a little low on mana, so with that in mind, I chugged down all the fel milk I had milked, ignoring its taste. After which, I chugged down the potion of permanence as well.
The succubus looked disdainfully at me. "Could you not do that in front of me? Bad enough you milked me like a cow, but did you have to drink it as well?"
I was tempted to just lock her up again and ignore this whole thing; it would teach the little slut a lesson. It seems she noticed that I was not in the mood because her mouth clicked shut. Grabbing her by the upper arm, I dragged her back to the place I summoned them.
Cursing to myself, I made a summoning circle, yet did not pour any power into it, just leaving it as a beacon. Soon enough, I felt a connection forming and attempting to drain me of power.
Only this time, I had more control over my own power and could resist it; still, I fed some power to it, just enough for a form to appear, yet not fully materialize.
The same eredar as before appeared, only this time her form was more of an illusion, and I resisted with all my might her attempts to materialize here.
After a moment, she simply crossed her arms and looked at me amusedly. “It seems you’ve grown stronger.” Her voice was a little distorted but easily understood. She glanced at the succubus beside me with a raised eyebrow. “Daughter, why did you not contact me?” Yet even as she said it, a realization flashed across her face, and she looked at me sourly, yet I was unfazed.
“This is the second time you’ve turned a daughter of mine into a cow. While I can forgive the first, this time I am quite upset. I sent her to you in good faith so that I could propose a beneficial deal between us.” Her voice reflected her disappointment and slight anger.
I gave a simple shrug. “I didn’t know she was one of yours; I did not exactly summon them to chat with them.” I had no need to explain myself, but clearing the air, so to speak, didn’t hurt, I suppose.
She released a sigh while massaging her forehead. “Fine. In any case, that doesn’t matter now. As I said before, I wished to speak with you.” Some measure of worry was reflected on her face.
"As you know, I was once a cow," she said the word with some contempt. "Fortunately for me, the man who did so was quite stupid, and I was able to break free and escape. Not long after, he died due to his stupidity, and as you’ve no doubt learned, upon your death, all the women you had captured get reassigned to your masters.
I was able to escape this fate by trading in my life with others of my kind. Having been able to devise a way to regain my power, which I shared with you. Sadly, my actions did not go unnoticed, and some of the higher-ups in the Legion are quite cross with me for what I did," she explained, and the more she spoke, the more worried I became because I started to suspect what she was angling at.
Still, I only raised an eyebrow to show a measure of my interest, unwilling to speak my thoughts for now.
"I’m sure you already have an inkling of what I am aiming for. For simplicity's sake, I will just say it. I wish for you to shelter me and some of my daughters. In return, I can tell you all I know of the company you are now a part of and pay you as well," she said what I feared she was going to say and ask of me.
I crossed my arms and looked at her deadpan. “You’ll forgive me if I'm not jumping for joy at the idea of sheltering a powerful demoness like yourself. Besides, I fail to see how I could shelter you. We both know that I am nowhere near powerful enough to serve as a deterrent for any of the truly powerful demons in the legion.”
She smirked at me. “No, but the world you live on does. Countless times it has repelled demonic invasions, even slaying Archimonde himself. The reason to stick with you is that you’ve already set up a hidey-hole for yourself, no doubt, and I would rather not be seen on a world keen on killing demons on sight.”
“That still leaves the matter of inviting someone more powerful into my home.” It seemed like the crux of the problem for me since I couldn’t just have her here and decide to kill me at some point.
We stared at each other in silence for a while. After a moment, she glanced at the succubus at my side before frowning in anger and biting out. “Fine. You can collar me and milk me.”
I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That’s all well and good, but you said it yourself, you know how to overcome its effects, so that doesn’t really work.”
“No, but by collaring me, you stake your claim on me, which means that if I kill you, I get repurposed and this time I won’t be able to buy my freedom.” She explained, which did make me feel more inclined to do it. Honestly, the rewards from doing this would be quite big, but the cost associated with them was just as big.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the collar and stared at it for a moment before looking towards the demoness. “Fine.”
