There was a bitter, infuriating moment of clarity as Onyx pulled her fingers from inside Izzy.  The world was, for that instant, in stark objective contrast to the delirious haze she'd just been pulled from.  She was laying on her back, practically hugging Onyx's arm with her own, the sensation of scales and muscles pressing tightly against one side of her body.  Her trembling legs were spread wide.. her pussy was spread wide, as Onyx kept two fingers on either side of her lips, opening her up and letting the daylight in.  She was already leaking to the point that the cushions beneath her felt damp.  A moment ago, there had been a din thundering in her ears.  A tremor of pleasure, gradually deafening her to all of her senses.  And now it had suddenly gone quiet, leaving her gritting her teeth and making a shrill, livid noise of protest.<br/><br/>They were both cumming.  Dear god, they were both cumming, just inches from her eyes.  Rose was grabbing her own breasts, her hips churning wildly beneath her.  Beside her, she could feel her mistress tensing, her body flexing as she erupted.  Izzy watched as if in slow motion, the way Onyx's engorged cock seemed to spasm and flex inside her fellow servant, bathing itself in a flood of white hot fluid, overflowing endlessly from the vice-grip of Rose's sex.  And Rose, greedy epicurean that she was, started scooping it up and bringing it to her mouth, pouring it onto herself and devouring it!  She had her tongue extended, dribbling the sticky goo from her fingers as her hips rocked against Onyx, eager to milk every drop.  The fact that she did this while both of them were churning through their shared ecstasy meant that not all of it went where she wanted it to go.  It was a picturesque kind of debauchery that honestly worked for Izzy.  At least in circumstances where she wasn't wishing she could tear Onyx's arm off just to angrily fuck it.<br/><br/>Rose reached for her, cum on her tongue as she twisted with the cock inside her, trying to kiss her.  This seemed to please Onyx, who encouragingly moved Izzy closer to the cum-drunk fenmink, inserting a teasing digit back inside her as extra incentive.  Izzy made a noise that could have been a close-lipped moan or a protest as she felt her body close in with Rose's.  Her mind was addled.  She was so very pissed off about all of this, and Rose's flushed lips and that lewd tongue looked so perfectly delectable, and Onyx's grinning self-satisfied post-coital face made Izzy want to claw her eyes out, but that finger inside her was like wish fulfillment made tangible.  She didn't want to give in, she thought, trying to turn away.  And then her teeth ground together, feeling Onyx's fingers slip chidingly from inside her.  Meanwhile Rose looked so amorous, her delirious afterglow so enticing..<br/><br/>At first, she was just allowing her cheek to rub against Rose, feeling her kisses there.  But that paw, laden with fresh cum and pressed against the doe, was as unexpected as it was welcome.  Izzy lifted an arm to it, at first trying to half-heartedly push it away, but slowly pressing it against herself.  She was conscious of the fact that she was losing her grip, as she guided Rose's cum-covered palm to her breast, but she was less conscious of what she was actually supposed to be gripping.  She hadn't realized how much she'd been starving to be touched.  She tried to fight it, of course, occasionally turning away or trying to resist, but each time Onyx would ply her incentive, those fingers playing her like music.  Izzy was slowly going mad, less aware of her failing pride and more conscious of how Rose smelled and looked amazing.  At one point, Izzy's tongue licked Rose's cheeks, her breath becoming heavier as she tasted what Rose was wearing.  The mad-scientist would probably have to employ a little bit of timing, such as waiting for Onyx to put a finger in deep enough to cause Izzy to moan, before she'd begin actually kissing her.  But once she started, Izzy was ashamed to admit that she wouldn't be able to stop.<br/><br/>She wouldn't beg, Izzy railed and screamed within her mind, as her lips pressed against Rose's.  She wouldn't ask Onyx for<em>anything</em>, her inner voice bellowed, as her mistress touched that one place within her again, causing Izzy to moan into Rose's lips.  She would never, ever let herself give in, the inner voice shouted to an empty room, as Izzy's arms wrapped around Rose's shoulders..