<em>English... English has changed since I last heard it.</em><br/><br/>The voice changed, from the formal of the Latin and the guttural sound of the German to a precise, almost European, sound as the words formed beside her head. Still whispers, the voice barely rose above the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. It was if someone was standing beside and behind her, any moment their lips would brush against the lobe of her ear, their hands would take hold of her upper arms. They were right behind her, she could feel it, so very close.<br/><br/><em>Who do you want me to remove for you? I imagine there is some lover you wish to take, but they already have a paramour. Am I to seduce them, or the lover? Destroy their lives so that you might give them solace?  </em><br/><br/>A pause before the voice slid around her throat like a wire, catching her and waiting for her answer.<br/><br/><em>Am I to Kill for you? </em><br/><br/>The voice hung there, a garrote around her very neck as he asked his question. Yes, he, it was a he. Tegan  could make out the masculine tone, the /feel/ of the words as he spoke. She could feel her hair at the nape of her neck move as if he were behind her, his nose nuzzling into her hair, the feeling of something, someone, inhaling and then a warm breath spreading over the skin of her neck and shoulders.  The faint hint of roses and warm wax made it to her nose, a heady and rich aroma that seemed to wash her with its scent.<br/><br/><em>Tell me what it is that you wish Magus and I will perform it for my reward. You are strange, I have never… you smell so … what is your name?</em><br/><br/>Another whisper as her throat was finally freed and she could again move.  There was curiosity in the voice, an appraisal and a hint of interest. The room seemed smaller, whatever was trapped in the summoning circle seemed to continue to grow, a faint outline had begun to take shape, human in form, easily six feet tall, but with no details. The voice however continued to move along her body, exploring and coursing over her in a wash of movement. She felt it hold at her hips, a gentle, yet firm, sampling of her form. It curved against the shape of her rear, not pawing or grabbing, but appraising, learning. She felt the sound run over her thighs, curving in and slightly trying to ease her legs apart, to cause her to stand differently. The words avoided her chest, and the dampness that grew between her legs, occasionally getting near, only to sample another part of her body first. There was the sound of someone inhaling, and there was a growl of approval from whatever was in the circle. It would not take long for her to realize, whatever it was. could smell her.<br/><br/>And it approved.<br/>