Cersie gazed up and around at Iseulith's home away from home. "I imagine so. At least, the humans would. I cause the majority of the storms in the Americas. She handles Asia, Europe, all those other continents. Though I never knew what the continents were called when I was created. I knew north, south, east, west. I knew the patterns and flows of the winds and rains." Another gentle breezed touched them, soft and fleeting. "I honestly wonder if she made me this way, a curious creature destined to come down here and mingle with humanity. And now the supernatural." He gave him a gentle smile.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The blood was truly the least favorable thing he'd tasted, but the power. The rush. The sheer energy that coiled within him was not unwanted. It danced with his own power, breathing life into his already chaotic nature. He didn't want to stop, and didn't want the energy to stop. Cersie had already forgotten why he'd accepted Iseulith's blood in the first place. He wondered if his blood tasted good to the other, though it must have for him to want Cersie's life in his own veins. He couldn't imagine a creature that lived off the blood of others wouldn't find the sustenance itself disgusting. The laugh that was given from the vampire sent a thrill through him, and a particularly hard gust of wind rocked through the room, knocking several things over. Though he and Iseulith were locked in an embrace.<br/><br/>Cersie groaned against the ancient creature's flesh when he was bitten. He laved his tongue across the wound, not taking much more as Iseulith settled into feeding from him. But he could feel the chain grow stronger between them, his energy, Iseulith's, wrapped around and knotted in an impossible fashion. A bond he couldn't begin to understand, having never experienced such a thing before. That and moments after Iseulith's fangs punctured his wrists did the elemental grow hazy with pleasure and euphoria. His cock hardened, and his eyes dimmed from the torrent he'd been consumed with prior. Cersie pulled his mouth away, his breath short and ragged as the other drank.<br/><br/>"It feels so good, having you take from me," he whispered, reaching out to card a hand through those dark, raven locks. Just that touch alone set sparks lighting between them. Such power. Such strength, compounded by euphoria even more deeply felt now that the other wasn't holding his mind, let alone holding him against his will. He met his gaze, shifting to kneel better, pulling the vampire against his body. Cersie rocked his erection against Iseulith's flesh, letting out a deep moan at the friction. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. He wanted, no needed, more.<br/><br/>"I want you to take me. Take more from me." He was completely drunk on the euphoria and ecstasy, and he had no complaints whatsoever. He leaned back, then laid down on his back, making Iseulith follow if he wanted more. "Bite me wherever. Let me feel you everywhere." The wind was warm, teasing and caressing them both. The vampire's blood churned within him, causing the blood loss to restore quicker than Iseulith could take. It was more subconscious than anything, because the chaos inside him was ten times more fierce and powerful. However, Cersie still didn't know how to heal something as damaging as the lightning burns were on his hands. One of which roamed along the vampire's body, feeling his flawless, smooth skin and ethereal beauty.