Cersie referred to himself as the storm, which rung entirely true to the ancient. The man was only a man in form, but he was able to transform into the very wind itself and possibly other things. The hawk had been one, but it was likely that he was able to fashion himself into many things even if he didn’t know it. Cersie’s true body wasn’t a body at all, but the element of his nature and the vampire would do well to remember that. This was a spirit of nature, a whimsical thing, but also a power that directly opposed his own. The elemental had referred to him as ‘life eternal’ but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. He was death incarnate, a bastardization of mankind. He was cursed to walk the earth for eternity, taking life in all of its forms and giving nothing in return but sorrow and dread. It was only a fortunate circumstance of luck, or perhaps fate, that he had also been born with his magical human gifts though it was more than likely that his ancient human ancestor’s bloodlines had long died out before the modern world took shape.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith was a kin to Death itself. It was the only authority over his existence that could not be denied. They were well aquatinted though he had never seen it’s true form, were it to even have one. It was more of a feeling and it lurked in every shadow that had ever existed and every shadow that would come ever after. It transcended even time itself and the vampire could feel it’s serene presence even in the quiet illusory room they lay in now. It whispered quietly to his fractured soul, urging him to drain the man, every man. Death was a bottomless abyss and it sought to devour the whole world. Iseulith did not wish to tempt it in the slightest. He had every intention of preserving the elemental’s life for as long as he himself walked the land. In his mind’s eye they were locked in an eternal embrace, a cycle of life and time and pleasure beyond imagination. He enjoyed the thought immensely. He thought that in time he could become more protective over Cersie than his own familiars. Even now he would sacrifice their lives over the man’s below him, were it even possible for the wind element to die.<br/><br/><br/>It pleased the ancient to see his ward enjoying the detailed clones of himself, wrapping around him with their many arms, kissing and stroking all over Cersie’s sensational form. They whispered sweetly into his ear, caressed his neck with their serpent like tongues, walked their fingers over pale flesh, seeking hard nipples and pliant curves. They enveloped him, held him close, teased him but nothing more. The vampire would have grown jealous of them had they attempted to take what was his and they were enjoying their short and meager existence far too much to test him.<br/><br/><br/>The man was learning the blood of the ancient as he forced it to submit to him. The blaze of electrical energy at his fingertips surprised Iseulith enough that he pulled his face away in a flash but his body remained close. He smiled at the fruitful attempt and watched as Cersie’s new healing factor manifested as pure energy. How unusual... The surge was powerful but cool to touch and so the vampire held Cersie’s hand firmly as it ripped along the scarring and the damaged tissue vaporized before them both. Iseulith had never seen such a thing as it was quite different to how his own capabilitiestook form. He held no such energy in him after all, only borrowed power from blood given ... or taken. The freshly rended flesh gave way to something more familiar as it pulled back in to itself and mended over exposed gore leaving nothing but a pristine hand behind. He wondered when the last time Cersie had seen his hands whole had been. It had been painful, but that was the price for such a thing. Magic only worked both ways, one could not simply gain something for nothing. “Be glad that it is only short lived pain you feel for all your effort.” One of the illusions cooed in his ear as it slipped its delicate arms around the man. “Now you have pretty hands, to match your face.” Said another.<br/><br/><br/>The true Iseulith was silent and held only a smug smile of beautiful satisfaction on his face. “There now... we will save the other for later. We wouldn’t want to ruin the atmosphere of our current excitement.” He leaned in to kiss the back of Cersie’s hand delicately before tossing it aside rather haphazardly, “Now that I know I can be a little more rough with you... shall we?” He offered only a moment before the illusions wrapped their arms firmly around the elemental’s form, holding him in place though each of them continued their lusty ventures in loving attention to detail. Iseulith removed his clothes quickly, tearing away the fabric where he did not feel he had the patience for unfastening buttons or unlacing garments. Soon he stood as nude as his copies before the flesh bound man. He hooked his hands under Cersie’s knees and lifted them again, pressing them high toward his chest where the illusions held them in place. His own erection throbbed now with the newly acquired blood pulsing through it and he lowered himself to the bed once more, sliding the back of a cold hand tenderly down Cersie’s chest, to his groin. Deft fingers slipped around the elemental’s length and squeezed, urging life back into it with the tingling buzz of excited protons. “I was gentle before... but I wish to see what you are really made of this time.”<br/><br/><br/>He licked his lips longingly and then a finger before casting it lower to tease over Cersie’s exposed passage, pressing against it like a button with the slick tip. Seeing the man in this vulnerable state excited the predator in him and he ached to enter the man, but he needed confirmation first. He did not wish to over step his bounds so soon. He needed the man to be completely and utterly addicted to him before that could occur, which was likely at some point, given his nature.<br/><br/><br/>“Tell me you want it...” urged one of the illusions with a lust filled groan. “Let me have you.” Whispered another directly into his ear before licking over it. “It will be like heaven, I promise.” A throw back statement to when they first met though this time there would be no glamour to force things along.<br/><br/><br/>The true Iseulith merely watched with satisfied pleasure, pearl white fangs glistening, brilliant red eyes glowing in the settling gloom as the room darkened around them.