Cersie truly didn't want this high he was experiencing to stop. He didn't even know what more Iseulith's blood could do for him when the world was spinning around him. He shivered at the little sparks of electricity that seemed to jump from the vampire's fingertips. His own sparks sizzled from his fingers, causing Cersie's hair to stand up and Iseu's hair to get frizzy like static electricity. He positively giggled at the sight. "I never thought that I'd see another use my abilities, however minute." He said. Cersie was in absolutely awe, and he moaned loudly. His hips swiveled up against the electrifying touch, positively humming with pleasure and euphoria.<br/><br/>Truly he was at the vampire's mercy. His pale skin was illuminating in the dimly lit room. He hissed and gripped onto the other's hips, his head falling back on the couch. His eyes rolled into his skull, feeling the friction between them. That's all he could do was feel. Feel and taste, whenever Iseu's lips danced against his own. They were in such a provocative dance, with no one but the shadows to watch them. "Showing is better than speaking. Besides, it's always better to just...show." He giggled again. The sound was absolutely adorable coming from Cersie's mouth. The jerking motion Iseu gave his dick caused him to shudder and arch his back. Gods he needed more, craved it.<br/><br/>But he wasn't going to beg anymore. Not just yet. The power flowing through them both was electric, astounding. He truly had never experienced such a thing, and even though not much had transpired yet, it was so far the best sexual experience of Cersie's life. To have someone who had taken his life actually turn around and use it against him, in a more gentle fashion, was beyond baffling to the creature. A creature who had lived in solitude for several hundred years. This was the most intimate, most subliminal, most astounding experience. And it was about to be made greater still. Usually he was used like a whore, fucked into. But Iseulith was showing him gratitude in a much different way.<br/><br/>As the walls closed around his erection, Cersie's hands dug into the soft fabric of the couch. He groaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his skull again. Cersie held as still as he could. At least until Iseulith started moving. He could feel that tight, hot cavern wrap like silk around him. "Iseulith," he groaned again, gripping his hips. When his eyes opened, they were glowing brilliant and with a surge of strength he changed their positions. At least he would attempt to be on top, facing the vampire. His vision swam and he grew light headed, but he held the other like a lover would and moved his hips in gradually increasing thrusts. In and out he surged, swiveling his hips, aiming for that pleasure spot known in all men.<br/><br/>"You feel amazing," he whispered. Those carmine eyes were all for him. That was all he could see. If he tried to look beyond, he would be overwhelmed with dizziness. Because what home did the walls literally move with every breath and motion of their owner? Yet, if he'd managed to switch positions, he would see just that and grimace. "Are the walls moving or is this just another affect?" he breathed, and shuddered once more. No, he did not want this to stop. He showered the gorgeous vampire with praise, unaware he had sealed his fate.