Ghosts from the past

Prin was barely a woman when her path had crossed with Eroth Blackwing. He was a handsome human, tall, flowing black hair, pale skin, eyes as blue as the sea and just as deep. She was in love with him the moment she saw him. He smiled at her and she melted. She knew at that moment she would do anything to be near him.
She begged him to teach her, and he agreed. He would teach her to be a warlock. He gave her is undivided attention, ignoring everything and everyone else. She was always at his side, doing everything she could to make him proud.
He had taught her how to dominate her target. To take away his or her will, and bend them to hers.
She focused on the goblin she had cast her spell on. “Do as I say, you wretched little creep!” She spit.
“Prin... My sweet little Prin.” He said, kneeling beside her and pulling her flush against him. “Not so rough. You’re trying too hard.”
“But Eroth...” She said. “How do I not try so hard?”
He smiled softly, sliding his hand under her robes. “Cast your spell.” He said as he rubbed his finger over her clit.
She gasped and moaned. She’d always prayed he’d touch her. She wanted him so badly. Finally, he was touching her intimately. “Oh, Eroth.” She panted.
“Cast your spell, Prin.” He repeated.
She tried to focus as she cast her spell, just as she was about to finish the spell, he slid his finger into her small pussy. She gasped and lost the spell.
“No, Prin. Try again.” He cooed into her ear.
She tried again. Panting as she cast, finally she was just about at the end. He intensified his menstruations but she finished the spell. A golden collar appeared around the goblin’s neck.
“Now, sweet little Prin. Give him an order.” Eroth said.
“Fuck yourself, pet.” She breathed.
The goblin pulled out his cock and started stroking hard.
“Good, you did it Prin.” Eroth whispered in her ear. “Reward his obedience, punish his disobedience. He will be your slave.” He lifted his own robes and pulled her back to his lap. She felt his long cock press against her.
“Eroth.” She gasped.
“Prin.” He said and slowly pulled her down onto him. Eroth gave her time to get used to his cock inside her, then he started thrusting. Prin panted and moaned. He felt so wonderful.
“Oh, harder. Faster!” She gasped out. She was obeyed by both Eroth and her goblin slave. Eroth thrust harder and faster. The goblin pumped himself harder and faster. “More, yes, OH! YES!” She cried. Eroth grunted and tightened his grip on her hips. She knew he was about to cum. She was so close herself. “Oh god! Cum inside me!”
Prin was again obeyed by them both. As Eroth steadied himself to finish the job, the goblin came over and joined the fun. The two of them slid their hard cocks into her tiny pussy and came inside her.
Prin cried out. The extra fullness throwing her over. She came hard with a cry and slumped against Eroth.
“Prin...” Panted Eroth. “My little Prin.”
“Oh Eroth...” She moaned after kicking the goblin away from her.
“You did it, my sweet.” He said.
“Thanks to you, Eroth.” She said.
As her training continued so did her relationship with Eroth. She started to associate domination and control with power and ecstasy. She loved him. She prayed that someday he would want to marry her.
It was to all come crashing down. She and Eroth were walking hand in hand towards the gates of Stormwind. But quickly a shadow fell over them. They looked up to see a dragon swopping down on them.
“Eroth!” Prin cried. It had spotted them and was going to kill them.
It swooped down and Prin felt herself being thrown out of the way. She looked back towards the dragon to see Eroth in its dagger like teeth. He’d pushed her out of the way.
He turned his head to her, holding out his hand towards her. “P... ri...n.” He gasped out, blood dripping out of his mouth. She watched him use the last of his strength to call his fel guard. Prin found herself in the fel guards grasp, being carried away from the dragon.
“NO! Eroth! EROTH!!” She cried. She watched the dragon as it chomped down on him. She heard his cry of agony and then watched the life leave his eyes. The fel guard vanished, dropping her. She stood to run back to Eroth but the warriors of Stormwind descended on the dragon and finally killed it, hanging it’s head from the gates. She dashed back to Eroth.
She shook his cold corpse. “EROTH! EROTH!!!” She cried. She was finally pulled away from him by force. He was buried and by most forgotten. She never forgot him. He was always in her heart. No other man would have her heart.