If the others could hear Izzy's thoughts right now, they would have been treated to a cacophonous stream of husky, perverse declarations.  Those lurid moans, foxy purrs, and pleading squeals were drowning her mind.  Onyx had a sense for this kind of music, and offered accompaniment, whispering low and lurid fantasies that tickled Izzy's ears and overcharged her imagination.<br/><br/><em>"She's getting close! You want to see it don't you?"</em><br/><br/>She did.  Rose had this special thing she did, arching her head back toward so Onyx could find a spot between her ears.  It caused her whole body to string like a bow.  She was probably like that now, her shaking breasts pointed skyward, her neck arched and eyes bleary with pleasure.  Her pussy shamelessly, lewdly spread-eagled to the daylight, trembling and tightening around Onyx's huge shaft.<br/><br/><em>"Want to watch her cum hard and hold her tiny belly as it bulges?"</em><br/><br/>"Oh, g-"  Izzy's voice betrayed her.  What a thing to say, giving her both the mental image of Rose's body rattling through the throes of orgasm, and also the image of Onyx's enormous cock pressing deep inside her.  Either 'her!'  And the idea of feeling that bulge, within or without..  Izzy fought it, but her body stretched, her head rolling back against the wall, her eyes closed and her mouth open, gasping.<br/><br/><em>"Want to see her looking pregnant as she lays exhausted and helpless before you?"</em><br/><br/>As Onyx said this, her fingers curled around a very specific point inside Izzy that, not for the first time, she wished that Onyx had never found.  Her mouth widened in silent shock as she touched her, her breath becoming a series of halting breaths and half-strangled moans.  Her legs spread even wider, her hand on Onyx's arm gripped tighter.  And that was when Rose started begging, as if in chorus with Onyx's lustful whispers.<em>Damn them both..</em>Izzy thought, as Rose almost literally hovered above her climax.  The doe's whole body twitched, listening to Rose give a voice to the words Izzy was trying to smother, begging for release in a quivering, desperate tone.<br/><br/><em>"You want to hold and play with and love her as your own tight pussy get pounded?"</em><br/><br/>"Ahh..!"  A loud moan tore from Izzy's throat.  What a sight she was.  You couldn't even really say she was sitting any longer, as her body had slid, unbidden and unnoticed, deeper onto Onyx's fingers.  She was afraid to look at herself.  Her breasts were so swollen they were almost painful, and her pussy was so wet, so hot against the open air..  "Mmm..!" she moaned again, having trouble suppressing them any longer.  She was close, feeling the tickles of delirium closing in.  And still she wasn't cumming, not yet.<br/><br/>Onyx was an artist.  She gave permission to cum.. to Rose.<em>"And make sure to give Izzy a good show! You know how much she likes watching you cum!"</em><br/><br/>At that, Izzy's eyes snapped open.  Rose was looking at her, half pleading and half dazed, her bleary eyes asking her for help.  Her arms were wiggling uselessly in the air, grasping at nothing as they tried to find something to support her weight.  Her hair was tossed wildly, her legs were shaking with pleasure and exhaustion.  And beneath her, just below the alluring curve of her ass, Onyx's enormous cock was half buried within her, engorged and moments from orgasm.  And of course, there was the rest of the dragoness, grinning lasciviously as the daylight draw itself across every curve of her body.<br/><br/>Izzy forgot what she was doing, as Rose accepted Onyx's permission and let the shaft bury itself in her.  Her arm gripped Onyx's with the kind of strength you'd expect from someone afraid of flying away.  The problem was, would Onyx let her..?