Cersie didn't care so much about humans, really, as he did the balance of nature and the elements. He gave him a warm smile. "I am the storm, just as you are life eternal." Cersie didn't even know if he was immortal, though he hadn't really played with death much. Nor was he really keen on the idea. He would rather just have his freedom, though he was falling deeper into Iseulith's trap. He could explain every weather pattern in human tongue, after studying their language for a hundred years, but he wasn't known for being the wisest creature. Yet, this vampire seemed to covet him regardless. Cersie had never felt such a bond as this in his life. Even what he shared with Mother Nature couldn't compare to what was going on between them.<br/><br/>A thrill of fear and wonder was his response to the animalistic stare that the other bestowed upon him. For a brief moment Cersie wondered if Iseulith would have stopped or kept draining him. Would he have? Would he have tempted death by bringing the elemental to that very cusp? It didn't seem that way, though he wouldn't take the other for granted. He was powerful. His blood was magnificent. So of course he wanted more, even if it was against his better judgement. Cersie reached up to push the hair from Iseulith's face, staring into the gorgeous creature who had him a second time. Even though the vampire hadn't bespelled him this time. This time he had come willingly.<br/><br/>Cersie's eyes lifted to the ceiling, seeing the room shake and tremble and the shadows grow. Things fell, the shattering sound filling his ears. However, he was soon very quickly distracted and grounded as the vampire slid down his body. His eyes fluttered and he moaned in response to having his erection stroked. He let Iseulith maneuver him as he liked, trusting him in these acts of intimacy. He didn't want to dwell on anything but what he was feeling. His legs parted, his heart thrumming gently in his chest. Cersie cried out at the sensation of him biting his inner thigh. He had no idea that it could feel as amazing as it did. The euphoria coursed through him, chasing all thought and emotion out, leaving only the two of them. His eyes fluttered shut, one hand reaching down to curl in Iseulith's locks.<br/><br/>He wasn't remotely expecting the literal meaning behind what the ancient said. Suddenly he felt hands and mouths all over his body, and his eyes opened with a start. He was staring at absolute clones of the man he was beginning to see as his lover. Again his mind sort of short-circuited as Iseulith shifted to bite his other thigh, causing his back to arch. He groaned low in his throat, then reached up his free hand to cup the illusion's face. "So I did," he breathed, eyes glazed over, voice breathless with pleasure. He returned the kiss, letting their tongues dance, letting them touch him. It was terrifying, magnificent, and felt all around amazing. Mere moment passed and he sighed as the real one finally came up to kiss him.<br/><br/>The blood loss was slight, and every moment that Iseulith wasn't taking from him Cersie was using the vampire's blood to restore his own. Again, it was entirely subconscious, but it kept his mind sharp and his consciousness strong. It was slightly strange to be touched all over, but he felt it more akin to being wrapped by a hurricane or inside of a tornado. More invigorating and all around pleasant, and he didn't cower away from the other's touches all over his body. He was so hard, and he wanted so much more. His head turned, feeling slightly lethargic from Iseu's venom, and he stared at their conjoined hands.<br/><br/>"I don't. The chaos dances with my own. You must feel gorged because of it," he whispered, then moaned. Gods but he didn't want to dwell on his healing his hands now, but it was too late. The energy that had been restoring his blood loss surged down into his hands, causing a vicious torrent of electricity. However, instead of hot and violent, the lightning was cool, like a bathing of energy as it made the hairs stand on end. The lightning coiled like threads around their conjoined hands, and Cersie let his eyes fall shut. He focused, as instructed, on being a part of that energy, not letting it consume him. It wasn't entirely different from not letting the weather patterns take him over. They were both chaotic, both wild and unruly, and both his to command.<br/><br/>Like the magic it was, the skin on his hands began to split apart, causing him to grimace at the pain of it. But only at the scars, where the coarse and foreboding flesh seemed to melt away. The stupor he had been put in helped the pain, only thus, but instead of scarring over again, the flesh simply knit back together. It wasn't a pleasant experience, and Cersie trembled and bit his lip hard enough to bleed. He didn't want to scream in pain, though at the end of the experience his erection had flagged considerably. However, he was left with smooth, flawless skin.