Ghosts from the past

Author's Note: Hm... do Tauren's count as anthro? Beastiality? Both? Neither? Hm... I don't know.

Marri was lead to a collapsible travel bed, where her hands were retied. Windhorn then moved to the other side of the tent. Prin smiled. “Pet... relieve her of her clothes.” She said.
Windhorn returned to Marri and started to remove her clothes.
“Slowly.” Prin ordered.
“Please don’t do this.” Marri begged.
“I don’t have a choice.” Windhorn said. “If I don’t, there will be unimaginable pain.”
“Please...” Marri begged again.
“And if you don’t go along with it, there will be unimaginable pain for you. Please. Just don’t resist.” Windhorn said with the first hint of emotion he’d shown thus far. “I can’t fight her magic. I’ve tried.”
“Enough talk, just do it!” Prin growled.
Windhorn slowly removed Marri’s armor, reveling her curvy body and perfect fur.
“Caress her.” Prin ordered. Windhorn ran his hands along her body. “Sensual!” Prin said. Windhorn obeyed, his touch becoming soft and sensual. “Kiss her.”
Windhorn leaned forward and kissed her. Marri pulled away, turning her head away from him. “Stop!” She said.
“Force her if she won’t obey.” Prin giggled.
Windhorn forced his lips to hers. Marri whimpered.
“You like that don’t you, pet. She’s soft, isn’t she?” Prin said. “You want to fuck her, don’t you?”
Windhorn’s loincloth barely covered his growing cock. He did enjoy her fur. He did like the feel of her lips, her body... his tail swished as he attempted to suppress the feeling of excitement. He felt the tiny hands of his mistress undoing the tie of his loincloth. It fell away and she stepped back.
“Oh, you do like it, pet.” She said. “Lick her. Get her good and ready for you.”
Windhorn pushed her legs apart. He again got begs from Marri to stop. He wanted to, but he couldn’t. Well... he didn’t really want to stop, but he didn’t want to force it on her.
His large slick tongue darted out and along her pussy. His tongue worked its way into her. Marri whimpered miserably. “Does she taste good, sweet pet?” Prin asked with a laugh. “Oh, you’re getting so hard.” She moved to his hard cock. It was almost as long as she was tall. She licked up its entire length, causing him to moan.
“Fuck her, Pet.” Prin said. “But be gentle. We don’t want to ruin our new play mate.”
Windhorn moved up her body, placing the tip of his hard cock against her pussy. Slowly he slid into her. Marri whimpered. He started slowly thrusting. He didn’t thrust hard because he knew she couldn’t handle his size.
Marri sobbed against Windhorn as he raped her. She wanted to die. She wanted to join Eroth and Adonai. This was horrible. Even being gentle, he was hurting her.
Windhorn whispered apologies to her as he started thrusting faster. He continued to attempt to be as gentle as possible, but it felt so good.
Prin sat watching from the end of the bed. She leaned back against a large pillow and lifted the hem of her robe. She slid her hand down and started to finger herself as she watched them. She moaned softly. She loved this.
“Oh, pet. You know how to please your mistress.” She purred.
Windhorn begged Marri’s forgiveness, whimpering in her ear as he neared completion. He let out a yell of pleasure and exploded within her. Marri gasped at the intensity of the jet of cum. He grinded hard into her as he rode out his orgasm.
“Oh pet!” Prin gasped, watching the cum squirt out of Marri as Windhorn thrust into her. She fingered herself hard and arched her back. “Pet! Come finish me off!”
Windhorn pulled out of Marri and went to Prin. He rubbed his slowly softening cock against her tiny opening. He gave a few soft thrusts, not penetrating but causing lots of friction. Prin panted and cried out in ecstasy. With a few more thrusts, the head of his enormous cock penetrated into her pussy. Prin cried out as she went sailing out of the edge. “Oh, PET!!” She cried. Windhorn winced slightly as her already crushingly tight pussy clamped down on the head of his cock. He thrust until her orgasm subsided, then was more than happy to pull out.
Marri curled as tightly into a ball as she could. “Erot’... Erot’...” She sobbed.
“Mmm, pet.” Prin said. “What is that ‘air rot’ she keeps saying?”
“Mistress, it is not a word. It is a name.” Windhorn panted. “Eroth.”
Prin sat up. “Eroth?!” She gasped. Marri and Windhorn both looked at her. Prin ran over to Marri. “Eroth Blackwing?!”
Marri stared at her wide-eyed. How did she know Eroth’s last name. He said he didn’t tell anyone his last name. No one but Marri, that is.
“How do you know Eroth?!” Prin demanded.
“Mistress, she can’t understand you.” Windhorn said.
“Then ask her. Ask her how she knows him?!” Prin ordered.
“Marri, my mistress wishes to know how you know Eroth Blackwing.” He said.
“’e be da man da ‘uman killed.” Marri said.
“Mistress, she said he is the one Kal killed.” He said.
“WHAT?!” Prin screeched. “The undead?! No, you must be misunderstanding!”
“You mean the undead?” He asked Marri. Marri nodded. “Yes, mistress, the undead.”
“He... he’s undead?!” Prin said with a quivering voice. “Eroth... no…”
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Oooo, Eroth back story coming your way.