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Caedan told the commander as he sensed Arabella’s magick brewing within her. “There
is no time to spare. Since the moment we entered her cell her magick has begun
sparking with a power we cannot hope to contain in this place.” A land so
hungry for magick that the Ogre could often hear it weeping for the bright,
heated touch of what it had lost so long ago.
    “She is the Dungarrin Consortess then?” Warh
questioned, the reserve Caedan could feel emanating from the Ogre commander
reminding him of all the dangers they would now face in ensuring her safety.
    “She is ours,” he assured the warrior, knowing she
was much more than they had suspected. “We must find our traitor, Warh. No
longer is just our Guardian Select’s daughter in danger, but the source of what
could be the Dungarrin’s greatest power.”
    “Sire?” Whar questioned the last statement with a
heavy sense of tension.
    “She is not of the Crae’all line. This is no Spry our
magick has aligned with,” Caedan informed him. “It is not a consortess
we have, Whar, but a Consortress. She is a Sorceress, and no Halfling either.”
    Caedan could sense the magick rising inside her, feel its
threads and knew its warmth as the lands knew the warmth of the sun.
    “The House of Dungarrin has been gifted a Sorceress for
the first time in all of the magicks. A Sorceress who does not yet know the
essence of her magick, and one all of Sentmar, magick and human alike, would
kill to possess before our alignment,” Daedan warned them both, the strain
of holding the princess so close, her magick all but flesh to flesh with his
own, was no doubt torture.
    There was no comment, no thought emanating from Whar as he
blocked his mind, though not his presence from his liege.
    “All preparations are being made,” Whar informed him
moments later, assuring Caedan that whatever he thought of his liege’s
suspicions of a traitor, still, he was preparing for their escape. “We are
but a short distance from the mists of the Causeway from where you exit the falls
and should have your Consortress safely within the Obsidian Fortress before her
magick can be detected by Wizard Twins or by her magickal sisters.”
    And this, neither of them had thought of, Caedan thought in
disgust.
    “Have we ever not thought to think of the impossible?” Daedan’s irritation fed easily to both Caedan as well as Whar.
    “Have we ever thought to have to deal with such magick
needing rescue from human lands?” Whar asked then.
    Caedan could not have imagined such a thing before now.
    As his gaze searched carefully for the end of the tunnel
shades of color began to simmer in the air around Daelan’s shoulders, the
oddest colors of bronze and sweet golden hues of magick.
    “We must hurry, Whar,” Caedan warned the commander. “Are
we near?”
    “Very close,” Whar assured them. “You should hear
the falls.”
    They did indeed hear the falls. And none too soon, for the
powerful magick of their sleeping Consortress was wrapping about Caedan now,
slipping beneath the coarse material of the woven shirt he wore to touch flesh
that had never known the sweet caress of such powerful magick.
    That magick slid over the skin of his chest like the
softest, warmest hand, calling to his own power, sensitizing his flesh until
the caress was the most delicate torture he had ever known.
    “Light.” Caedan felt his body tense further, Ogre hunger
gnawing at the broad shaft of his cock now. A fierce, burning need, a sense of
the pleasure to come tightening his body as anticipation surged like a summer
storm over the Mystic Mountains.
    She was theirs.

Chapter Five
     
    At that moment, Whar stepped to the entrance, the moisture
of the falling water tumbling over the cliffs beading his face as eyes as black
as a star-studded night swept over them quickly.
    “We ride,” Whar growled. “Humans are riding this way and we
have not much time.”
    Definitely no time to enjoy the caress of his