Cersie hated how close the other was, and hated more that he was frighteningly attractive. How could someone be so attractive? Well, he was ancient. Very likely older than Cersie himself. Which cowed him considerably. He nodded, plaintive. "I did," he said simply. There was no more crackling of his fingertips, knowing now that such things couldn't possibly scare the vampire off. He knew he was going to become a meal, and the thought made his heart and eyes do crazy things. Yes, he was afraid, because somewhere deep down he knew. He knew that Iseulith wasn't going to let him go.<br/><br/>But to be rid of his fears and staggering emotions was a better outlook, and he tried, and failed, to relax accordingly. "Greedy is a better term," he muttered. Iseulith couldn't possibly mean what he said. Not when he was moments away from striking him. Cersie didn't know what to believe, or what to think. He scoffed slightly. "I'm not always devastating," he teased slightly. It was just something to take his mind off the inevitable. Of course he expected it to hurt and nothing more. Of course he expected the other to lie to him and just take what he wanted.<br/><br/>So relaxing was far more difficult than it ought to have been. He grimaced slightly at the other's embrace, but it was a lot gentler than the last time he'd been used as food. The promise of a high far greater than opiates was still firm in his mind. He let his head cradle in Iseulith's hand, his own hands coming up to touch the other's waist. Beyond his feet and ankles Cersie was surprisingly clean, though perhaps it wasn't a surprise at all considering he had just got back from the storm still raging outside. Though he couldn't hear it. He couldn't feel the pulse of the pressures in the air, or the current of the wind as it caressed him often.<br/><br/>And that was more terrifying than the fact that the other was about to bite him. Cersie squeezed his eyes shut at the frightening hiss, then jerked and cried out at the pain of his fangs punching into his throat. Mother but it hurt. He struggled for a moment, but a moment was all that passed. That moment was brief, because the pain dissipated, replaced by such exquisite euphoria. Cersie inhaled sharply, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as the saliva, he denounced, injected into his blood stream. When it hit his heart Cersie cried out again, but it was a different sound. He clutched the other, but this time it wasn't out of fear. All of those negative emotions fled on the heels of ecstasy.<br/><br/>His cock hardened in his pants, and he ground his erection shamelessly against Iseulith's thigh. A moan escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering shut. His neck became more exposed, giving the other easier access. He had never felt anything like this. Indeed it was a deeper, more delicious of a high than anything he had felt before. It couldn't even compare to the sensations he felt in the skies, because it was so different. Even as his life's blood was being drained from him, Cersie road the waves that coursed through his veins. "Iseulith," he moaned. His pale hand reached up and coiled through the vampire's silken locks, completely submitting to him.<br/><br/>There was hardly any other thought that crossed the elemental's mind in that moment. All there was was an endless bout of pleasure. He writhed, not in pain, but needing release from the torrent of pleasure that was consuming him. Sounds left his lips, not fake as times before when he was in the whore houses. It was truly enjoyable, and he didn't want it to ever stop. He didn't even know if Iseulith had given him his blood, and if he hadn't, he couldn't imagine it would be much more than what he was feeling right now.