Cersie could still feel the blood of the ancient vampire coursing through him. It was a wicked, vicious thing, and yet it aided the high he road as deliciously as Iseulith's body surged against his own. The glow of his eyes served as the only source of light as snow began to blanket the room and ice crawled along the floors and ceiling, snuffing out all other light. His own temperature dropped, able to adapt and merge with the element he controlled. The power, the pleasure, the ecstasy...deep in the recesses of his mind, beyond the hold Iseulith had over him, he found himself never wanting to be separated from this feeling. Though was it his own thought or something planted by the vampire? He didn't know, or care, at the moment.<br/><br/>Cersie watched the illusions twist and warp into a mass of darkness before it slithered away, unable to hold form in the dark night that peeked through the opening that Iseulith created or the mass of clouds that clung to the ceiling of the ancient's abode. When Iseulith kissed him, he'd find that Cersie's mouth was actually cold, but it didn't dissuade the passion. Now that he wasn't pinned down, his limbs wrapped around the other, pulling him closer, groaning and panting with every thrust into his body. Wind gusted, oddly warm in contrast to the bitter cold, pushing the snow off and causing it to drift in the corners. Lightning flickered in the upper atmosphere, and Cersie's eyes were still glowing.<br/><br/>He was thrilled at the madness of the vampire's laughter, trapped still by his gaze and even more by how good he felt. He truly had never been as high as he was with Iseulith. The other knew how to whittle down his thoughts and willpower until he was pliable...until that willpower returned. Yet at this very moment he belonged to the ancient creature. Cersie moaned louder, his spine arching as those thrusts aimed right against his prostate, more aggressive as Iseu sought his release. He leaned against the caress on his face and nodded, his eyes lifting to the snow. With nothing more than his willpower the snow turned into rain, warm, like a summer storm. The snow melted as quickly as it came.<br/><br/>Cersie reached down between them, grasping his cock and stroking it with the rapid, calculated thrusts of his lover. He cried out when Iseulith bit his throat again, the sharp pain startling him though there was so much pleasure and power surging through him that cry of pain dissipated and was replaced by one of sheer lust. A sharp, powerful bolt of lightning struck down right next to the bed, heating the room to an unbearable temperature for only a few seconds. The bond surged through him, causing him to writhe under Iseulith. Cersie's power was wild, pulsing between them. But the storm seemed to have passed as he drew closer to his own climax.<br/><br/>What finally pulled him over the edge was Iseulith's claiming him in every way. It was erotic, dangerous, terrifying. The bite hurt and wouldn't heal, but those thoughts weren't anywhere close to the forefront of his mind right now. The only thing he felt was profound pleasure, screaming Iseulith's name as he came. His body jerked and convulsed, the orgasm powerful in more ways than one. Between the blood, the bond, being exposed to his element, he had never climaxed this hard in his life. His eyes were glazed, but he couldn't avert his gaze from the vampire, captured by him, imprisoned by him. Everything screamed at him to just give in, whereas before he would have fought. There were warnings in the back of his mind, even as he reached up to touch the beautiful creature's face.<br/><br/>He didn't speak the words, but he nodded in acceptance, his body and mind relinquishing to the other's power and control. He felt it through the fresh bite on his neck, from Iseulith's blood in his veins, felt it coiling like a black mamba, both beautiful and deadly, and in that moment it just felt wondrous.