In the glow of black candles, Vishous was bent over with his head down, his leather-clad hips driving back and forth, his bare shoulders and massive arms flexed up hard. Beneath him, a female was tied down on a table at her wrists and ankles, her body wrapped in leather except for the tips of her breasts and where V was slamming into her core. Even though there was a mask over her face and a ball gag in her mouth, Butch was pretty damn sure she was on the verge of a orgasm. She was making little mewling noises, begging for more even as tears streaked down her leather-covered cheeks. When V's head lifted from the female's neck, his eyes were glowing and his fangs were long as...well, she might need stitches, put it that way.