Onyx need not have ordered Rose to collapse upon her and milk her cock. Her muscles were weary from the alerting tempo of fast mating and then the slow casual pace of a couple in love. When Onyx made her do all the work as she was doing, she couldn’t help but tire. It’s what had eventually led Onyx to winning their bout. She moaned and her voice changed to a purr that only a fox could emit as she shuddered, gripping the dragon hard. Yet she still resisted. She knew Onyx was very capable of going all night if she wanted to. It was that stamina that was always the undoing of the inventor.<br/><br/>She bit her paw as she tried to pull herself to her full height, pausing, teasingly with Onyx almost loose. Every bump and ridge feeling twice as big as her flesh dragged and fought to keep it in her. Her ears turned towards Izzy and even if her snout didn’t tell her of the state the fellow creator was in, her ears could hear the tattletale signs of blood rushing and soft murmurs under a breath. If she was conscious of truly logical thought she would have sympathized with the doe. But Rose was quickly reaching a feverous pitch. She leaned back, searching for her Mistress’s head. She wanted another gentle caress between her ears. Onyx knew the exact spot that would cause her legs to buckle and start her panting.<br/><br/>She almost hated how easy it was to control her… thankfully she’d never experienced heat under Onyx. She wasn’t sure she could cope with that much lust in one setting.  “M-misstress!”  she moaned retreating towards the base of her mistress’s scepter. Not that Rose could fully take someone like the dragon; she was just too tiny for something like that. But in trying there was always a tiny tummy bulge from the end of the spear tip that Onyx called her cock. Each glorious inch sinking into the hybrid as far as it could before Rose was forced to stop, bottoming out.  “mmmm, please,”  she pleaded. She’d been instructed in the past to not cum until ordered. And it was killing her.  “Please… Mistress.”<br/><br/>Her hands were reaching, grasping for support to hold herself up, with her legs quivering as she was she wasn’t long from nose planting into the ground with the beta still embedded with her. Her voice rising in pitch as she continued to chitter, dook, moan and purr at the same time. Her mismatched eyes closed as she tried to focus on holding on.  “Please,”  her voice barely a whisper. She could hear the breathing of the dragon, her head was practically laying on her shoulder as she was arched back finding a way to stay astride her owner. The sound of blood in the dragon, the sound of her nostrils and the shifting under her, even the movements of Izzy next to her were hyper focused. “Please.”<br/><br/>She looked towards the other slave gladiator a look of half pleading half pleasure etched on her tiny face. There wasn’t much her fellow could do for her, maybe switching places but that would only slow the inevitable for her. She just hoped the Alpha or the men didn’t come out and see her half dazed like she was.<br/>