A warm gust of wind swept through the room, extinguishing the battling flame from the candles to cast them both in darkness, the moon outside being their only source of light. The bitter chill that had descended around them suddenly ceased and a downpour of crisp fresh rain replaced it, soaking the furniture and trinkets abound. The piling snow turned to pools of water on the floor and made their bodies slick with the warm wetness of it. Not dissimilar to the warm wetness the vampire found at the end of his cock. It pushed him over the edge not a moment later, bucking wildly as he pumped his essence into the powerful creature below him. His body, normally as firm and unyielding as granite stone had become oddly weak and pliable, almost humanlike in the way his arms shook under the pressure of his own body weight. Was this a consequence of the magic that roved throughout his body, or some other unknown thing? None of that matter when the streak of pure lightning struck and object next to the bed, searing the magic that enveloped him. The thunderous boom that echoed a nanosecond later shook everything around them, perhaps even the whole house itself given the sheer magnitude of it.<br/><br/><br/>The elemental was wild with pleasure, having released himself in more ways that one and the vampire sought his lips once more. Pleasingly cool to the touch, just like the snow had been though there was no sign of it now. Just the deluge around them and the quickly dissipating heat from the lightning strike. Iseulith could feel the bond between them tighten its coils, pressing their beings together both physically and metaphysically. A pleasing constriction, the ancient noted through his mid-release haze. Even seized by the throughs of ecstasy he was aware of the change though he did not know if the elemental felt it in the same way.<br/><br/><br/>Cersie nodded in his sweet unassuming fashion, his eyes glassy with a sort of drunkenness the vampire had never laid witness to before. It pleased him immensely and he felt with some time the man would be fully under his control. At least he had these moments to recollect on in the time being. It was not a servant he was looking for in his claiming, but a lover. A precious treasure to follow him through the annals of time. The elemental’s power alone would have made him a much sought after tool for most, but Iseulith was after much much more than that.<br/><br/><br/>He let his glamour fade until his eyes resumed their normal jewel like quality, glowing faintly in the dark from the surging power in his veins, but nothing more. Eyes in which to look over his not so delicate prize. He pulled Cersie into a deep embrace as he slipped from within him, letting the man’s lank and exhausted body fall from his lap and into the soaking wet bed. It would not do for him to stay here through the day (when it came) but for now he did not feel that either of them wished to move another muscle more.<br/><br/><br/>The room was in shambles, showing many signs of the destructive force that the elemental had wrought upon it, and Iseulith thought to himself that if the borrowed power had not settled into him in a way that protected him somewhat from the element that he himself would have been burnt away by the power it held. Nothing but charred and smoldering remains and all of his endless time revoked. He did not supply himself with enough fear in this case it seemed, tempting the fates as it were. This being was much more than what he seemed and that should have been noted many moons ago when they first had met. He was glad, however, that his own desires had pushed him to this for now he knew and could set appropriate precautions.<br/><br/><br/>His arms were still weak with some strange feeling that he had realized too late. “It seems that you are something to be feared after all my sweet... such brilliant potency you have within you.” He tucked a stray wet lock of pale white hair behind Cersie’s ear. The shadows had been dissipated by that freezing surge and not at all by his own lack of will. His body was whispering to him, telling him to flee this danger. He would not listen, but he also knew that he could not let the elemental know the real reason for it. “I can tell by your face that you thoroughly enjoyed yourself, as did I. I shall leave the portal open for you to ... refresh yourself, though I would ask that for now you keep the lightning to a minimum.” Outside of their embrace he did not know how his body would react to it. Perhaps it would not kill him outright, but by the way it had burnt the objects it touched, he did not wish to find out.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith closed his eyes for a moment, testing his remaining magic, sending it into the far corners of the darkroom, into the hall beyond and in fact throughout the entire disconnected dimensional space. Utaa and Cixathe were immediately beyond the door though he would not have heard them even if they knocked. “It seems that your little eruption has called some attention...” If his familiars had felt all of the commotion then surely Venrya had as well. Iseulith did not imagine she would leave her room until the night of their outing but anything was possibly with the noesy witch. He felt for her as well, his shadows creeping around the secluded room he had fashioned for her. There she remained and though he could feel her presence he could determine nothing more. Surely by now she had fashioned her own wards of protection to keep his lurking shadows at bay. Smart girl...<br/><br/><br/>“Cixathe returns, which means that our errand for tomorrow is all set. At daybreak you are free to do as you please, though I would suggest you avoid our guest at all costs. I do not wish for you and her to share the same space if it can be avoided. She will have questions and I cannot be there to counter them when I am at rest.” He looked to the door where his patient familiars waited, “Perhaps you and Utaa can spend some time together. Cixathe will watch over the good Lady.” There was a smile on his lips.<br/><br/>During the day, the familiars would be Cersie’s only companions were he to stay in the house at all. There was much to discover there, but by the way the elemental reacted to being once held captive, he was not sure that he would. “Everything will remain unlocked for you... you may go if you wish, but I do hope that you will stay to accompany me tomorrow night. This endeavor is more for you than I after all and I wish to see what you make of it.” He was revealing a bit more, but hopefully not too much. With the bloodlink strengthen as it had been, he would feel Cersie for a period of time no matter where he roamed and the mark upon his neck would serve as a reminder if Iseulith were to reach out to him. He mentioned none of this for fear of refusal. Instead he let his fingers caress the twin scars that had formed on the man’s neck. “I didn’t think it possible for you to be any more alluring, but with these marks... you arrest my gaze even more. Such a beauty.” He mused through rain soaked tresses. “How do you feel my pet?” He was yet unaware of Cersie’s dislike for the remark though he likely would have used it regardless. Part of his nature was to see what he wanted as his own despite actually owning it and Cersie was very much the same in this sense. Anything Iseulith wanted was his, that had always been the case. Treating the man as such was something he did unconsciously. “You’ve experienced a great deal tonight. If you have any questions, I would see them answered to the best of my ability.”