Since Cersie hadn't really come face to face with death, he had nothing to compare to. Instead he was enveloped in a creature both sinister and devious. Yet Cersie wasn't all that different. He had no sympathy or remorse for the people he slaughtered with his weather patterns. They seemed to have quite a lot in common when it came down to it, though Cersie didn't need to kill to survive. He just killed because it was in his nature to do so. Now wasn't the time or place to reflect on such things, though, as the too-real illusions wrapped him in their embrace. They felt so real it was almost impossible not to think they were. Their touches were electric, keeping him in a calm state of mind despite his use of Iseulith's blood to heal his hand.<br/><br/>It felt so good having their mouths and hands on his body, though he was shaking in the mixture of pain and pleasure. He hid the pain well, as it was nothing compared to being struck by lightning itself. Lightning was the most deadly of weather instances, being hotter than the surface of the sun. That was why it was so difficult to heal, but the magic and chaos of the vampire's blood had undone its damage, thankfully. He just wasn't sure how long term of a solution it would be. Sometimes the damage was too deep for him to heal, hence the scars. As he came out of the painful experience, he found on the illusions cradling him against its body, while another cooed into his ear. His heart was racing, breath shallow, even though his face was clear of any suffering. It really did help that Iseulith had infused his body with venom to keep him compliant.<br/><br/>Which made what the other was doing even more dark and twisted, though not unwanted. Cersie had asked him to take him in every way, and whether it was the vampire's blood, his venom, or Cersie's own decision it was really impossible to tell in those moments. Iseulith's words brought his gaze up, eyes swimming with power and excitement. He frowned as the illusion's wrapped themselves tighter around him, exposing him to the vampire. "Well I wouldn't say I enjoyed that," he mumbled, though the venom was swimming back into his mind, chasing away the residual pain and leaving him relaxed. He settled into the embrace of the magic that the ancient creature had conjured, unable to fight against their sinful touches. They reached every erogenous zone, and his mouth parted in a sigh.<br/><br/>He licked his lips, watching the hurried reveal of the other's body. "Beautiful," he whispered. The other was truly a sight, if not wicked and powerful in his might. Cersie's eyes fluttered and he moaned when he breathed life back into his erection with those talented fingers. It didn't take hardly any effort at all for him to grow hard once more. It was too easy for the elemental to let go of the danger of his situation, to trust the other. Cersie hadn't been betrayed enough, hadn't been harmed enough, to know what he was really setting himself up for. It was so easy, too easy, for him to just enjoy the pleasantries wrought upon him.<br/><br/>As the illusions spread him, he let them, and he shuddered at the teasing touch of Iseulith's fingers against his entrance. The muscles fluttered there, wanting to give him entry. The words though made him blink again. The room darkening didn't help, and the chaos inside him whispered to just submit. To give into him. But he'd entrapped him before. Would he do it again? His eyes searched the powerful creature's. Not once in this encounter did Iseu capture him with his eyes, not like before. But he remembered. It had felt heavenly, being tossed into the throws of ecstasy. He'd been let go in the end, and he wondered if the other would let him again. There was a long moment that Cersie said nothing, even as the illusions continued to caress and stroke and whisper against his skin.<br/><br/>He'd asked for this, and it felt like he'd be cheating the other if he reneged on his word now. "Yes," he whispered. "I want you, Iseulith. All of you."