The pleasure was intense. He felt like he was cascading, plummeting into the abyss of euphoria. The saliva was still working strong within his veins. He was still filled with ecstasy. He didn't want the sex to stop between them, but he wasn't someone who could just keep going over and over. However, he wouldn't leave the vampire unsatisfied, either. Their dance of pleasure was beautiful, if not magical in itself. With the sparks of lightning channeled between them, and the sensual movements, when he finally reached his climax he was left a twitching mess. Although he still managed to hold on until Iseulith reached his climax. He was helpless to keep pummeling in and out of his tight cavern even as his length softened. The grasp on his hair rooted him in place and he moaned when the vampire finally came.<br/><br/>Cersie had been so lost in his own pleasure that he hadn't had a chance to really notice the room or the lightning dancing along the upper ceiling. He pulled back and out of him, letting the other roll over onto his back. The fatigue hit him then and he barely managed to keep himself from falling onto Iseulith. Instead he sat up, but didn't get a chance to do much as Iseulith grabbed him and pushed him to the dry part of the large couch. He laid down, not fighting him. He didn't have the energy to. He was so tired. "Great sex," he whispered, his head spinning. His dimmed eyes slid closed, though he didn't fall asleep, not just yet.<br/><br/>Iseulith kept him change to the conscious world and he struggled to listen to him. He had to. He didn't feel like he had a choice. He shook his head, his bangs covering his sweaty brow. His cock was flaccid against his thigh and he shifted onto his side. Cersie let out a shudder as the other licked along his chin in a teasing fashion. "Yes. It was amazing," he murmured sleepily. His eyes had none of their light, though he wasn't near death. Far from it. It was just a lack of blood, energy, and the fact that he had just had amazing sex. He genuinely could say that he had never had anything better. Yet, he was having trouble forming coherent thoughts.<br/><br/>It seemed the blood loss was finally catching up to him. "I don't really know what all else you could show me," he murmured. A hand came up to curl through one of Iseulith's locks. "Pretty." His eyes fluttered. "M'tired. D'you mind if I stay here a few hours? M'too tired to leave yet." No, Cersie hadn't come to the realization that it wasn't likely the vampire was going to let him go. He still thought the other had the respect for his rarity and nature to let him go and let him maintain his freedom instead of locking him up in a tiny room with no windows. Of course, if he did, he would assume as much because of his previous treatment. Despite this vampire's words. Despite his treatment towards Cersie.<br/><br/>A gilded cage was still just a cage, after all. But those thoughts were the furthest from Cersie's mind. All he wanted right now was to rest, to recoup, and then to get back to his work. To get back home. However, he waited, because it was polite. Even though he ended up yawned and then stretching his limbs under the other's body. "Comfy," he murmured.