If you asked Izzy in her normal state of mind, whether or not she enjoyed this eventual slip into sexual depravity, she would scream at you.  She hated it!  She boiled constantly on every aspect of it she hated!  Herself, Onyx, even Rose!!  Nothing in this life made her more angry than losing control like this.<br/><br/>If, however, you were to ask Lizzy now, she wouldn't know how to answer.  Here was Rose, her hips warping and moving as though belly-dancing while spread eagled on an engorged cock.  Her scent was delicious.  The shaking muscles of her body, churning so amorously like that, was intoxicating.  The feeling of her paws on her body, of her swollen breasts pressing into Izzy's own, the fenmink's tongue lapping at her neck and probing at her lips.  Lips that were parted in pleasure, as she felt herself being literally lifted up by a hand that had more than one finger buried inside her, pushing her closer to Rose..<br/><br/>It was too much.  Rose's face had crumbled into ecstatic depravity.  She was so close, pressed so tightly against her, that Izzy could felt the drenched warmth of her spread legs, gyrating wildly against her.  She could even feel Rose's chest as she moaned, a rumble that echoed inside Izzy's throat and drove her even more crazy.  She suddenly needed to feel that against her lips, that trembling sensation when you moaned while kissing.  Her hand went unbidden to the back of Rose's head, her mouth greedily locking with the Fenmink's.<br/><br/>All of this occurred while Onyx was whispering in her ear, filling her head with fantasies as she lost her mind.  The husky whispers of doom sounded like they were from the devil on her own shoulder, masturbating while narrating all of Izzy's forbidden desires.  Onyx wasn't wrong, about her enjoying being with Rose.  Izzy's lust for smaller, furrier females had once been fairly well documented.  And even then, Rose was a special case.  Adorable, beautiful, dexterous, energetic.. she mixed her helplessness with a craven lust that oddly balanced it out.  She did want to pin her down.  To devour her.  To make her squeal and thrash and pull on her hair, as Izzy nursed her overflowing desires on Rose's drenched and cum-filled pussy.  And the idea of Onyx taking her from behind while she did so, feeling herself being pounded further, deeper, moaning through Rose's entire body and letting that rumble fly from the fenmink's throat and echo off the sky..<br/><br/>Izzy's moans were becoming louder as she pressed her lips into Rose's, her hands smoothing over her sides and gripping the swell of the fenmink's ass, pulling her gyrating hips even closer.  She was pressing her slit against Rose's, even though both of them had some part of Onyx filling them to the hilt.  The doe broke from the kiss to catch her breath, finding only that she couldn't stop moaning, louder and louder.  She was a sight, the proud gladiator with heavily dilated eyes and a flush that bloomed through her fur.<br/><br/>She was so close to cumming.  She could feel it, a mind-bending maelstrom that would shatter her.  If allowed, she'd chase her relief and let the pleasure burn her humiliation away.  But she doubted Onyx would be that considerate.  In the case that the dragon did decide to withhold her pleasure, Izzy would... as embarrassing as it was, take her up on her suggestion.  She was ravenous now, and would be only too happy to push Rose off of Onyx's cock and dive between her legs right there on the scaley creature's lap, amorously wrapping her lips around her slit and letting her tongue caress every inch of that beautiful space.<br/><br/>She knew she was gone.  She didn't care if Onyx started fucking her, filling her belly with semen and rubbing her enormous scaley tits all over her.  She didn't even care if Rose drew her up to kiss her, allowing her hands to massage those full and furry breasts while her hips worked against the fenmink's legs like an animal possessed.  The pleasure was burning her mind.  And yes, she did like it.  She just hated herself for that being true..