Having resisted for so long Vash is still a little ways behind Azwel. Although now his protests have grown into moans. His struggles to get free and escape more pulls to join in. Hips rocking up in an effort to reach deeper as much as the restraints holding him down will allow.

Although there was something that was still Vash deep down within him. Past the machines, aromas, and basic instincts currently driving his body further. A part of him still hates everything as tears slip down his face.

Then his body tightens. The readings likely going off the charts as his Plant energy does starts to build up within him. Finally releasing with a mournful cry as Vash finally climaxes.