Iseulith watched his new prize as he writhed and bucked against him and it pleased him. One of his favorite things in death was watching his venom’s work as it coursed through his prey tantalizing and caressing them from the inside. He enjoyed the unguarded pleasure that twisted their features with lust and forced their bodies into a humming state of arousal. He laughed as Cersie’s hands moved to his hips, felt as they trembled with desire and he fed that desire with his own ravenous urges. He heard the change in the elemental’s vitals, the way his heart puttered as soft as his breathing but he had left him with enough to live for now. He monitored everything very closely but he wasn’t quite done playing with his food yet.<br/><br/><br/>Cersie was like clay in his hands, malleable and much more agreeable than he had been before his fears and reservations had melted away. Iseulith moved with serpentine grace as he unbuttoned and shook himself free of his shirt and waistcoat tossing the garments haphazardly from hand to land with his coat somewhere on the floor. His naked torso was just as smooth and well formed as his face though even the definition in his muscles did not speak of his truth strength. The strength of an ancient was a thing hidden expertly from the eye of even other immortals, though he could feel himself swirling with the new found power of the blood within him, it was difficult to hold it all in, he didn’t know how the elemental did it. Their eyes held each other and Iseulith spoke barely above a whisper as that seemed all he could manage, “You trusted that I would not hurt you even though you have every reason to suspect that I would. It is rare that one aware of a vampire’s inclinations would have given themselves so freely. This is your reward for that generosity and there is still much to come.” He couldn’t give Cersie his blood just yet, he felt the pleasure of it might surely kill him if he gave too much too soon.<br/><br/><br/>There was no telling how long the effects from the venom would last as magical creatures tended to metabolize it more quickly. It would certainly last long enough for him to have some fun however. Iseulith licked his smirking lips at the sound of his name, shortened by the man’s pleading for release. The vampire moved from his lap and reached down to the front of Cersie’s tented pants. He willed his short nails to grow into long wicked claws just long enough to grip the waist of the fabric and shred it slowly with a twist. Once they were sufficiently torn he ripped them off completely with a slick jerk of his wrist, exposing the lad in a single flourish, tossing the sundered pants -now little more than sodden rags- over his shoulder. He had done this part many times it seemed and as he took in the grace of Cersie’s naked form his eyes grew bright with excitement, “I know my pet, I know it’s good. But if you want something, you must ask for it.” He leaned in to whisper lasciviously in his ear, “You must beg for it.”<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith felt the crotch of his own pants tighten as he enjoyed the sight of Cersie’s helplessness. It was a most twisted pleasure he thought as he allowed his soft hands to caress the pale skin of his pet’s thighs and hips squeezing them where they were most supple and tender. He moved them up over flat stomach and over chest. He touched the man everywhere except for where he really wanted to be touched, like a game. He kissed him over his heart before turning his head sideways and allowing his tongue to snake out, grazing one of Cersie’s nipples, teasing and nudging the firm flesh. “Mmm, you are like a feast I could enjoy for days on end.” He thought out loud as he climbed back into the man’s lap, manipulating them both easily so that they were in a laying position of the edge of the plush velvet seat. He hovered there on all fours over him, looking deeply into his eyes waiting for more of Cersie’s delicious pleading. His deep black hair was a curtain of silk around them blotting out most of the light from the room, only the vampire’s feral and fanged grin to keep the elemental company.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith walked his finger tips over Cersie’s body and each tap tap tap of those digits would have felt like a strike of lightning against the earth of his sensitive skin all the way down to the base of his cock where they lingered idly. He chuckled softly as he toyed with the power surging through him. He imagined there was a great deal more he would be able to do with it were they not cut off from the outside world but there would be time to test it further once he was done here.