Iseulith did not mind the idea of leaving the humans without their weather. It affected him very little in the long run though he knew that he could not keep Cersie from it lest he break the tentative and fragile trust between them. It had been hard enough to make the man agreeable enough to visit him and now that it was plain that he wished for the elemental to stay by his side he knew he had to play his cards carefully. “Well... we can’t have that now can we? What is a tropical coastline without a great storm to rend and rip it from its roots from time to time?” He laughed softly at the breeze that touched him and he reached out with his own magic to touch it back, a spiral of air currents and bending spacial fabric.<br/><br/><br/>As they drank of each other the ancient felt the same chains forming between them, forged from blood and magic. He knew this feeling well... the strengthening of the bloodlink. The more willing his ward was to accept him, the denser it became. It was the same kind of vampiric magic that bound a human familiar to their master, the connection that allowed them to feel each other’s presence even over great distances. It was the mark of the curse that consumes all vampires internally. Mixed with the elemental magic from Cersie it took on a different feeling however. It was not like the warm pulsing light that existed in mankind, frail and fragile, a treasure in its own rite, though a common one to say the least. No, this link was powerful and cold. It smelled like rain and static. It twisted and ripped at his fractured soul like a typhoon. He was electrified... he felt alive.<br/><br/><br/>When Cersie pulled from their embrace his bright red eyes flashed over to the other with animalistic grace. The look of a predator just after they sink their teeth or claws into their prey. He had lost himself slightly in the strangeness of their magical bond but the man’s words brought him back into his own head somewhat. He removed his teeth from Cersie’s wrist and let his tongue lick over the wounds healing them almost instantly. Lightning struck him along his skin wherever Cersie’s fingers touched and he licked his lips, hungry for more as the stunning creature writhed below him.<br/><br/><br/>“As you wish...” he was eager to proceed in this regard, he would take whatever the man was willing to give and more if it pleased him... No, he told himself. He would only take what was given. This was a precious gift he had before him now, he would not give in to his own greed so fully this time. He would not take it all so quickly like he had with others...<br/><br/><br/>The vampire chuckled as he was pulled into their now prone position though he held himself up by his arms and legs over his precious treasure. His dark hair flitted around his face, guided by the lazy warm breath of wind. His eyes danced along the lines of Cersie’s form as he reveled in the power the man gave him over his body. “You wish to feel me ... everywhere?” He questioned with a breathy whisper. “Then you shall.”<br/><br/><br/>The room rattled around them as the shadows stretched and groaned, forced to gather themselves into the corners of the room. Several of the toppled baubles and trinkets rolled across the floor with the shifting of the space. Iseulith slipped with serpentine grace down Cersie’s body, grazing his flat smooth palm over the man’s full erection with a lusty murmur. He lowered his mouth to kiss the area of skin between hipbone and groin as he lifted Cersie’s leg behind the knee exposing him. His long slippery tongue traced a wet line down the inside of the elemental’s thigh just before he sank his fangs into the artery that sat nestled where leg connected to torso, releasing his euphoric venom once again before he began to drink.<br/><br/><br/>Other figures could be seen in the room now, approaching from the four corners where all of the shadows had converged. Glowing crimson eyes pierced the dark, matching fanged smiles following shortly after. As each figure emerged into the light of the candles they were all the same, picture perfect replicas of Iseulith himself fully formed and without a stitch of clothing upon them. The vampire smiled through his bite, releasing the tender flesh long enough to lap over the wound to seal it up. He moved to the other thigh and began to repeat the process.<br/><br/><br/>The illusions he had created were more solid than they had ever been before. Usually they were just images refracted by warping light and shadow. It had taken him many centuries to get the vibrations just right so that they emitted the correct coloring. Now they were as solid to the touch as the fabricated furniture in the space was. A complete illusion backed by the strength of the elemental’s magic bound to his own blood. They descended on Cersie a moment later, wrapping him in tender touches and kisses that felt more like the lick from a cool zephyr than actual lips. “You did say everywhere...” one of the copies moaned before pulling his mouth into a passionate kiss. Another raked gentle fingertips up over his chest accompanied by a zinging electrical current. The four illusions moved from the true vampire’s path as he lifted from his preferred erogenous zone and over the man once more. He licked the blue blood from his lips and kissed Cersie deeply. The metallic tang of blood did not overwhelm the natural sweetness of his mouth but melded with it in a way that might have concerned the elemental were his wits about him enough to notice. The feeling of all of those hands touching his body may have felt strange as well, even though they all effectively belonged to the same being. As beautiful as he might appear, he was still a monster at his very core and a portion of his true predatory capabilities were on display now.<br/><br/><br/>“Focus on the blood my pet. Let it fill your core, expand into your limbs.” He took one of Cersie’s hands in his own as the copies caressed the elemental from all sides, running fingers through his hair and cool lips or electric tongues over his gorgeous pale flesh. Thunder cracked once again deep in the vampire, like a purr.<br/><br/>“It whispers to you even now, does it not? It pulls at your deepest desires. It coats your bones with the urge to release your power into the world... you must not let it devour you. Hold it in your mind. Bind it to your flesh, only then will you control ‘it’ instead of the other way around.”<br/><br/>The ancient pressed Cersie’s knuckles against his forehead as he kissed the man’s scarred palm. “When you force it to submit, it will follow your every command. Make it heal for you. Imagine away your scars and see them gone from you. Go on...”