Iseulith‘s illusions played with the man like a marionette, manipulating his arms and legs in their shadowy embrace. Their touch when not coated in the borrowed tingle of static energy or licks of cool air were vibrating with the dark energy that bound them,  careful fabrications that teetered along the thin line of both the magical light that filled them and the powerful shadows that stitched them into solid form. They were a flurry of hungry mouths and lips, velvet soft skin and bright jeweled eyes and they were everywhere. A writhing mass of undulating naked bodies, entwined around the beautiful creature at their mercy.<br/><br/><br/>The vampire slipped his finger in to the first knuckle, curling his lips into a sultry smirk. He lowered his body towards the group and the vampire’s own hands reached out to him, twisting into his hair to pull him further in the embrace, which he obliged. He fell in amongst them and it would have been hard to tell them all apart were his presence not felt connected to his lovely partner. Cersie would always know the truth if he felt it deep enough. He would always be able to see Iseulith, even from miles away if he were to try. That was the nature of the bloodlink.<br/><br/><br/>As their embrace grew closer, the ancient slipped his fingers further along, releasing a pent up sigh of satisfaction has he slid his fingertips along Cersie’s silken inner passage. The candles in the room dimmed further until the flame was nothing but a faint blue glimmer throughout, casting the deep hue over all. The vampire’s slightly numbing saliva made the initial insertion easier, and he teased the elemental with his digits for a time, one at first, followed by another, softly twisting and massaging, coaxing. The illusions whispered sweet nothings to the man as they played with him, a bit more devious in their pursuits now. They drew their nails across his skin with heavier pressure, they sucked at his sensitive throat and pinched tender nipples all while eliciting warm and rapturous moans. They nipped at him with fang retracted teeth, they wouldn’t have been able to extract anything from him even if they had bitten him outright, this was not their purpose and they seemed aware of that even if in every other way they were mirrored reflections of the vampire himself. Their purpose was to draw our pleasure, to temper it with pain. To bind and to urge their ward even further down the rabbit hole. They did love a beautiful soft rabbit to defile every now and then, as did their creator.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith watched Cersie in the dark gloom, his eyes brimming with desire as he removed his hand to replace it with the tip of his throbbing cock. He bit down into the hand of one of his illusions to keep himself from sinking his fangs into the pretty wind creature too many times more. He was on the verge of another bloodlust even then, the raw natural power whirling like a cyclone deep inside, wild and transient. Unpredictable. He had drank enough of Cersie already, he did not want to over do it. No matter how quickly the man restored his own essence, there was a limit to what the vampire could consume before the beast within him was unleashed. It was a difficult balance to maintain between the madness from a lack of blood, and savage loss of control that could occur from overindulgence. A fate that had befallen many of the ancients before him. It may have even been the cause of their downfall... the reason the witches were called. Drawn towards the evil by the scent of their very blood, like a frenzy of sharks.<br/><br/><br/>Iseulith threw his head back with a muffled groan as he sank himself firmly and slowly, pressing forward with his hips until skin met skin. He released the copy from his fangs crushing grip, breathing heavily, pulling in the man’s scent. His laugh was faint but pleased. “<i>wux re wer kepesk...</i>” he murmured, his eyes rolled slightly as lighting crawled up his spine, shuddered and leaned in to grip the backs of Cersie’s legs. He pressed his forehead against Cersie’s looking deeply into those pale blue eyes, gleaming like twin lanterns, ablaze in a similar fashion to the flash of blue candle flames around them. All thoughts of witches and his vampire kin vanished from him with the first true thrust. He sighed heavily against the man’s lips, tilting his chin up to kiss him firmly. Another thrust, then another. Cersie’s form jumped in tune with them though the illusions were careful to keep him firmly in place.<br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/><br/>A pattern began to emerge, a delicate twisting motion in his hips that accompanied each forward dive, merging their bodies much like their more intangible connection. Cersie was completely open to him, though he knew that the foreign venom and blood in his partner’s system was working in his favor, making the elemental more pliable and willing under his careful but purposeful touch. He moved a hand to Cersie’s chin, passing his thumb over soft lips and precious cheek. Off in the distance a portal was opening, a window manifesting in the darkness. The illusions faltered with the vampire’s concentration split between too many places. Their immaterial forms wavered with glittering darkness like a mass of shimmering black scales as the far off window flung itself open revealing the night sky beyond. The candle flames guttered even at the soft breeze that filled the secluded dimensional space.<br/><br/><br/>The ancient slipped his fingers around Cersie’s throat, applying little pressure. His brilliant ruby eyes swirled like galaxies of blood caught in each other’s gravitational pull. A glamour. In the end, the vampire just couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see that power once more, even if he had to force it. “Show me the wind, my pet. Let me feel what it’s like to soar... to dance amidst the great gale.” As his illusions tangled their fingers through his hair Iseulith kissed his treasure passionately, his tongue slipping forcefully past serenely parted lips in search for its match, a wild growl escaping him.