The cure.

Eroth knocked but got no answer from prin. He opened the door and looked in. Prin was draped over the table being plowed by the large bovine. His eyes widened. He knew Tauren were large, but he’d never seen a cock so big. How did Prin handle it?
He cleared his throat. Prin jumped with a gasp. “Eroth!”
Windhorn half glanced over his shoulder at Eroth, but was undeterred. He pushed into her with renewed vigor. Prin gasped and moaned. Prin cried out as orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. “Per, cum!” She ordered. Windhorn growled his release, pulling out of her and watching as thick streams of cum fell onto her tiny body. She panted and smiled up at her bull lover.
Eroth cleared his throat again. Prin again jumped and gasped. Windhorn smiled triumphantly at having made her forget Eroth was there.
“Good morning, Prin.” Eroth said with a smirk.
“A very good morning.” Prin said getting up. She winced slightly. Windhorn had been a bit more rough than normal. She looked at Windhorn, who was cleaning up from their morning romp.
“I had a question about Marri.” Eroth said.
“Oh? What’s that?” Prin asked.
“When I was undead... was she my wife?” He asked.
Prin blinked. She didn’t expect him to figure it out so soon. “Yes, she was.” She said.
“As far as she’s concerned, she still is.” Windhorn said.
“Windhorn, was it?” Eroth asked. Windhorn nodded. “Can you tell me about her?”
Windhorn stood, still naked as the day he was born. “She’s a very kind-hearted girl. Gentle. Innocent despite a literally tortured past.” Windhorn said. “I’ve not known her long, but it was long enough. She loves you, and is very devoted to you. She’s from a small troll-village between Dark shore and Moonglade. Arian came to her village and killed her first love, among others.”
Prin looked up. She hadn’t known that. No wonder Marri reacted so strongly when faced with Arian. “Oh, my.” She looked to Eroth. “Arian is one of my companions.”
“She left her village because of that. She became a shaman, determined to avenge those who fell. She earned the trust of the horde and later joined with them.” Windhorn started dressing as he spoke. “What I’m about to say, I know only a bit about. I can’t be completely sure of the details. Somehow in her travels, she was captured by two night elves. They abused her, raped her, and apparently one used his wolf to rape her. She was saved by someone named Adonai. She traveled with him for a time, I don’t know how long. Then he was killed by Rummy.”
“That I did know. Rummy mentioned that.” Prin said. “Rumbleshot, Darkforge. Another of my companions.”
“You saved her. You told me Marri doesn’t remember that it was you. She didn’t know you then. You later asked her to join you on your travels as a healer. You became lovers.” Windhorn said, going back to cleaning as he talked. “She was later captured by Prin, thinking you were dead, and um... Prin... used me against her.” His thick fur hid the deep blush. Prin cleared her throat slightly.
“In my own defence, I didn’t realize it was you or that she was your girl.” Prin said.
“And then you ended up here?” Eroth asked.
Windhorn looked to Prin asking for permission to continue. She nodded.
“No, you came and saved her. You spared all of their lives in exchange for simply having Marri back. Prin sent me with you, freeing me from being a slave.” Windhorn continued. “We traveled together for only a short time before you were called before the banshee queen. Apperently she ordered you on a suicide mission here to Stormwind. You married Marri, traveled with us for about a month, then headed to stormwind. You know what happened to you from there. Marri and I traveled for a while. We decided to raid Westfall to ease our troubled minds.”
“Is raiding Westfall a Horde sport?” Eroth asked.
“Is raiding the Crossroads an Allience Sport?” Windhorn retorted.
“Touché.” Eroth said. “Continue.”
“That is how we met Reign. On the way I heard rumors of the alliance undoing the effects of the plague. I checked it out. Learned it was true and that it was you.” Windhorn said. “I told Marri, and we came to Prin for help.”
“You came to Prin for help?” Eroth echoed.
“We needed to get into Stormwind. She could get us in.” Windhorn said. “She agreed to take us with her. She cast her spell and here we are. I didn’t expect she’d give both Marri and Reign to you.” He stepped up to Eroth and grabbed a fist full of his clothing. He pulled him right off the ground until the Wide-eyed Eroth was face to face with him. “If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you.” He dropped Eroth as pain shot through him. He gave a cry and dropped to his knees.
“Now you stop that, Pet!” Prin said. “Keep your temper in check.”
Windhorn panted as the pain subsided. He looked up at Prin. “Mistress, short bursts next time.” He said.
Prin blinked before laughing. “You do like that, don’t you?” She said.
“Yes, mistress.” He said.
“Well heavens, it’s not a deterrent if you like it.” She said.
Windhorn smirked.
Eroth blinked. He straightened his robes. “Trust me, I’ve not hurt her.” He said. “Nor do I intend to. Thank you for the information. It was helpful.”
“Mind my warning.” Windhorn said. “I trust the undead you completely. I don’t trust the human you as far as I could throw you.”
“Pet.” Prin said in a warning tone.
“Yes, mistress?” Windhorn said in feigned innocence.
Eroth chuckled. “No, trust me. I won’t hurt her. At least not on purpose.” He said. “But as I’m sure you know, pain can happen when you get a bit too enthusiastic in bed.” He gave a nod towards Prin, who was still wincing every time she moved.
Again the fur hid the blush. “Oops.” He said.
“Now, Prin. Another thing.” Eroth said. “I’m a prisoner here and I don’t like it. I need to get the hell out of here. Please, help me find a way.”
“I’ll do what I can.” Prin said.
“Thank you.” He said.