Cersie watched, helpless, as the other laughed and moved above him. There were no coherent thoughts left in the elemental. The blood loss and venom from the vampire's saliva had done quick work of that. Cersie licked his lips at the vampire's unravel, letting his calm gaze roam over the flat planes of his chest, the skin flushed with the life within his veins. It was an amazing thing, and in truth something he had not taken notice of before. Before he'd just been fed off of and left to lick his own wounds. His hand came up to press against his chest. It was warmer than before. His blood was flowing through those veins.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure how much of this he would all remember, but he looked up at those carmine eyes. "I don't think you've said thank you," he mumbled, not really irate. It was actually quite adorable coming from him. "My life is inside you. Do you feel it, the torrent? The chaos that's so beautiful and frightening at the same time?" Great. He was rambling in his blood loss and euphoria. His eyes closed and he surged with another groan of pleasure. "There's nothing better than being in the eye of the storm." He whimpered. "Iseu, please." He begged. He begged prettily. He felt his pants rip, and when he opened his eyes, he was naked under the other man.<br/><br/>No, not a man. A creature, just like him. A creature that fed off life, while Cersie fed off the currents and the torrents. They were quite a bit alike, though Cersie couldn't form the words. Another wave washed over him and he moaned even louder. "Please, touch me," he said, his hips arching as Iseulith's hands roamed down his legs. He gasped and cried out softly at the tingling sensation of his mouth on his chest. His hands slid through his long, silken locks. "Please Iseulith. I need to cum. Please, please." He begged prettily enough. And he wanted it. He wanted so much more. Especially when those fingers tapped, light sparks zinging through his body though it wasn't harmful.<br/><br/>His hips surged with the sensations of it all. Cersie whimpered again. "Please," he gasped. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. His eyes lifted to Iseu's and he craned up, aiming to kiss him on the mouth. He hungered for the contact, for the feel of skin on skin. His hands came up and he tried to wrench the other down on top of him, so they could grind against him, to try to get some sort of friction. Something, anything, to relieve the pressure in his groin and the pleasure that was relentless. Sure he had a high metabolism, but he also was suffering from blood loss at the moment. So the pleasure he'd been induced with didn't let up.<br/><br/>"Iseulith, I'm begging you. Please do something. Anything. I need you." Right at the moment he did. His cock was leaking it was so hard, his balls drawn up tight with the urge for release. Cersie wanted to touch himself, but Iseulith was crowding him, owning him. He controlled him in this instance, and Cersie couldn't deny him anything.