The light of an understanding lit inside his eyes and then slowly, carefully he moved his right hand forward as his left foot drug its toenails against the floor. Alternating the movements he moved at her like a great cat to the edge of the protective ward. Hitting the wall of the circle there was a spark, and then he pushed through it with a hiss of pain. Wisps of smoke rose from his skin as if he were made of incense, the aroma even stronger now as he broke through the protective barrier. His eyes staying focused on her.<br/><br/><em>Please ? Please what you little treat? </em><br/><br/>He inhaled again, a deep and long draw of the air of the room. His mouth opened, saliva pooled and fell to the ground as he looked her over. His mouth moved without thought, as if deciding which part of her he would consume first. It was a vulgar display of an animal. She has sent his mind reeling. How did this happen, how had he been drawn here?  But thoughts such as this were quickly being replaced with a mandate hardwired into every cell of the now created body.<br/><br/><em>Did you want a companion or did you want to be sated Tegan? Are you tired of waiting, what does your body want? Have you have been left untouched, cold? Tell me, I will not tell a soul.</em><br/><br/>He continued to move towards her, catlike, never standing, never arching his back as his legs and feet bent to angles that would have made a human scream in pain. He stalked her, eyes already beginning to devour her. He gaze left her face, traveled from her foot to the center of her arousal, a slow lick across his lips as he looked to her there, then farther up. The sight of her breasts, nipples, the rise and fall of her chest with every breath, caused his mouth to open and close involuntarily, a growl escaped his throat as he watched her breath.<br/><br/><em>Tegan, you have no idea of the time I have waited. But … you /do/ know of wait, and want… don’t you?</em><br/><br/>His body made it through the circle, the hazy air behind him vanishing and his presence filled the room as he crawled towards her. His hips rolled as he moved on all fours, between his legs he swung slowly to match the movements. He continued forward, closing the distance until he was just out of arms reach. There, right there in front of her, sweat from his body dripped below him, hissing as it struck the floor.<br/><br/><em>What do they call it in this day and age Tegan? When I begin to please you, take from you, what is it called?</em><br/><br/><br/>