The venom of Iseulith's bites along his body had trapped him as quickly and completely as the shadowy figures that were entwined around him. He couldn't move unless they permitted it, and yet he was too drugged to care. He was splayed out like a whore ready to be fucked by whomever, one leg bent back in an awkward and somewhat uncomfortable position. His arms were held and caressed by the shadowy figures that looked every bit like the man who had captured him again. Cersie couldn't feel their bond, not yet, and perhaps wouldn't until he danced in the skies once more. Every bone was lax, pliable, able to be manipulated however the other sought fit.<br/><br/>Cersie moaned when Iseu slid his finger inside of him, the sensation wild and electric compared to previous lovers. Everything was heightened by the drug-like state he'd succumbed to. The prick of nails on his skin had him trembling, the pain mingling with pleasure in a wicked dance. Yet he only had eyes for the one making his body more ready to accept the other's. Their faces were inches apart as the shadow clones teased all the sweet spots on his body. He was left breathless, panting and undulating his hips with desire. When the vampire first brushed that pleasurable spot within him he cried out, his back arching into the hold of the creatures around him. One was behind him, cradling his body, licking and sucking at his neck. Another was teasing his nipples mercilessly while two more caressed and massaged him. A hand even teased his groin, though never gave him what he truly sought; release.<br/><br/>But the real one remained above him, teasing him with his fingers, stretching and pleasuring him until he was a whimpering mess. His skin was hyper-sensitive from all the touches, and yet he didn't want it to stop. Cersie truly did feel defiled, and at a cost he was willing to pay. To give his blood, to take the other into him, to get more high than he'd ever felt before. That was truly something he didn't ever want to be parted with. At least, not right now. Not when his mind and inhibitions were hindered by the venom coursing through him. The wind elemental made a longing sound in the back of his throat when Iseulith finally withdrew his fingers, but his eyes rolled at the press of his hard cock against his entrance. They fluttered shut, just feeling the electric pulse of him sliding deep into his body.<br/><br/>It didn't hurt, and the bond between them truly electrified the sensation. Cersie moaned when he was fully sheathed, and his eyes opened to stare at the devilish green hues of his captor once more. The man who manipulated him into submission and stripped all thought from his mind. His legs parted willingly, bending back to give the other something to hold onto. He didn't look away when Iseulith began to move inside him, his mouth parting at the ecstasy he felt. His hips moved with each thrust, moaning at how good it felt, his head resting against the shoulder of one of the clones.<br/><br/>Cersie wasn't expecting to be trapped again by the other's gaze. He was helpless to stare at the swirling pools. Their skin grew heavy with static, shocks sparking off their bodies with each thrust between them. Cersie had succumbed to his spell within moments and his head fell back with a cry of power. His hair stood on head, nails biting into whatever flesh he could reach as the atmosphere in the room grew frighteningly cold. A human would have shriveled at the icy temperature, kept within the walls as the heat plummeted until their breath frosted on the air. Flakes, beautiful and bitter in their coldness, began to fall in a flurry of a blizzard. Cersie couldn't speak, his voice stripped by euphoria and the spell his mind had been trapped by.<br/><br/>But it was his favorite weather system. Blizzards were gorgeous, white, unstoppable. They piled mountains of snow within hours of creation. It was a large reason he'd abandoned Europe in favor of North America, with Canada bleeding into the Antarctic. And here they were, two creatures of insurmountable power, woven in throws of ecstasy, unstoppable. Cersie grabbed on to the real Iseulith and returned the kiss feverishly, his own flesh like ice. Lightning crackled in the room with a sigh of hot air from the elemental's lips, unwilling to let this wicked dance end anytime soon.