Now this kind of rocked me because I could see in her eyes that she meant it. Somehow, this girl had fallen in love with me. The scary thing was that I was feeling some very similar feelings. My head was swimming from her taste and the scent we had noticed earlier seemed to fill the entire room and me. I wanted to tell her that it was just the orgasms and adrenaline talking, but I couldn't seem to voice it. Then she reached down and started sucking a nipple and any interest in talking was lost. I laid back and let her have her way with me.

Her touch was obviously inexperienced, but it felt marvelous. She licked each nipple with love and nibbled on them. I began breathing harder and harder as she stopped kissing my nipples and slid downwards. She mocked my actions by giving my tummy a raspberry. I laughed out loud and shoved her head down to get her to stop tickling me. She took this as a signal and buried her face in my slit. She attacked me like she was starving to death. Her tongue shoved itself between my lips and screwed its way into my hole.

I came so hard that I saw stars and comets.

By the time I had come down from that, she was licking up and down my lips making me twitch even more. She licked up to the top and sucked hard just like I had done. I felt the most intense feelings that I had ever felt before and felt an odd movement. "Oh, it's so pretty!"

I was about to ask what she was talking about when I felt her hot lips wrap around something and begin to pump up and down. I am pretty sure that they could hear my groans back at McMurdo, but I didn't give a damn. I grabbed her head and held it as she bobbed up and down. I could feel something monumental building inside of me, and nothing was going to stop me from having it.

I lost control completely when one of fingers slipped inside of my pussy. I jammed my hips upwards and shoved her head down as I erupted in the biggest climax of my life. I shook and groaned for several seconds before collapsing back onto the bed. When I had finally recovered from the experience, Angela was curled up beside me and snoring lightly with a soft smile on her face.

I was amazed that she could fall asleep so quickly after such an intense experience, but the relief of years of sexual frustration in such a short time would have probably worn anyone out. I pulled her close to me and snuggled with her. I was drifting off to sleep myself and saw no need to sleep alone. I did notice that the odor was fading now as the ventilation system cleared the room. I vaguely remembered making a note to talk to Vargas about the air system to try and figure out what was causing the smell before drifting off to sleep.

I woke up several hours later with Angela still in my arms. I felt amazingly relaxed and well rested. I also felt incredibly comfortable holding Angela in my arms. There were definite sexual feelings there, but there was also something else underlying it. It felt almost like I had always imagined holding my child would feel. I felt a weird maternal feeling towards her that really made no sense, but I put it down to the moment.

I decided to get us both some food because I was starved and I knew that Angela would be when she woke up. I gently pulled my arms free and was about to get up when I happened to look down at my crotch. What I saw shocked the shit out of me. I had fallen asleep with my legs slightly spread so I had a pretty clear view and I saw a decent sized cock sticking out from the top of my slit.

Yeah I said cock! Not an enlarged clit like Angela had, but an honest to gosh cock. It wasn't very large, at least not while it was soft, but it was nice and pink with a dull red tip like a man's. I could even see a small slit in the tip. Now I could see what had surprised Angela when she had gone down on me. Something really bizarre was going on here. I didn't know what, but I had a hunch that whatever it was, it was just beginning.

Chapter Five: Answers and Questions -----------------------------------

Okay, back to me now. When I left Vargas, I had more questions than was probably healthy for someone to have. I knew that the hormones and chromosome were affecting me from our discoveries. Between what had happened with Barry and what had happened with Langdon, I had enough basic information to believe that everyone else was somehow being affected too.

Now the question foremost in my mind was why was it affecting people in different ways and why Paul didn't seem to be affected at all. Although two samples wasn't nearly enough to form a proper hypothesis, I could postulate from what I had observed of myself and Barry, the forces affecting us didn't seem to inspire any sort of violent reactions.

Hell, if Barry was any indication, they might even create a sense of docility in some subjects. So why did Langdon suddenly feel the urge to commit assault and battery? I had a very flakey roommate back in college who enjoyed locking me out of our room, especially when I had forgotten my keys so I had become pretty proficient at breaking and entering.

The door to Langdon's room wasn't much of an obstacle to my illicit talents so soon I was going through his things, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. I found nothing in his logs or on his computer. I was just about to give up when I found several small bottles similar to the kind you get prescriptions in from pharmacies. There were no labels on them, but one was still half full. I took it back to my lab and ran several of them through my newly invented analyzer.

I found that our Doctor Langdon had been ingesting Viagra. Now I am pretty sure everyone knows what Viagra is. It is a drug designed to promote sexual potency in older men and younger men suffering from issues such as Erectile Dysfunction. Langdon apparently suffered from something like this. Now this wasn't surprising, what was surprising was the dosage in the pills.

Langdon had been taking pills with almost three times the dosage most doctors recommend. Now it was starting to make sense. Take a man running on sexual overdrive, and then add in an unknown substance that seemed to inspire a level of sexual arousal like few people had ever seen. When I went through Langdon's room, I had found a letter from Langdon's wife telling him how much she was looking forward to his leave time.

Langdon had made plans to take two weeks leave and visit his wife who was flying to McMurdo to see him. He was scheduled to leave two days after the storm had locked us in. I had a hunch that Langdon had been taking the Viagra to get ready for his time with his wife. When the storm hit and blocked his leaving, he probably stopped taking the pills, but with the dosage level he was ingesting there would have still been plenty in his system when the entire ruckus started. This meant once the pills got out of his system, he should be fine and completely non-violent.

That solved, at least conditionally, one of my mysteries. I still had no clue why Angela had resisted if she was being affected. I figured I could get answers once she had calmed down and April had a chance to work on her. (No pun intended here. Remember that I had no idea what was going on with the ladies.) So I decided to check on Paul and see if I could find some answers there. I found him in the dining area where all the excitement had happened. He had an amazing variety of foods and substances in front of him and was taking deep breaths over each one of them with a delighted smile on his face.

"Hey Paul, what are you doing?" I sat down beside him as close as I could. He blinked and seemed to notice me for the first time. "Hey, Aaron. I was just smelling things. About twenty minutes ago, I started smelling things and I was just trying to enjoy it as much as I could before I woke up from this dream and things were back to the way they were." He must have noticed the confused look on my face because he continued.

"When I was three, I had a severe viral infection that completely destroyed my sense of smell. All of my life I have never smelled a scent from anything I ate drank or encountered. Right after the fight with Langdon, I started noticing things that I had never noticed before. I walked by the coffee pot and realized that I actually smelled the coffee perking. Since then, I have been trying to smell all of the things that I have been wondering about for sixteen years."

All of a sudden, the final piece of my puzzle just fell into my lap. Paul suffered from Anosmia, which prevented him from smelling. Which means if the musk that I was producing was some sort of scent based pheromone, then he would have been completely unaffected by the odor. I thanked God for that, because if he had been affected too then Angela would have most probably been raped.

The news of Paul's affliction also told me something else. I had noticed that I had been feeling better than I had ever felt before and that my cut hand seemed to have healed at an almost inhumane speed. The fact that Paul's Anosmia seemed to have regenerated in a few short hours told me that whatever was happening to all of us was doing more than just turning us on.

Somehow, this was healing us and maybe even making us better. The very thought excited, terrified, and turned me on something fierce. I noticed then that Paul had stopped sniffing the various substances in front of him and was sniffing the air. The musk had returned with my excitement and was filling the room just like it had in the shower.

I decided that I should leave the room before something happened like it had with Barry. My sex drive seemed to be in overdrive, but I was still in control of my impulses. I had just risen from the bench when the musk scent in the air seemed to double. I looked up and saw Barry moving over to the coffee machine. He was wearing a USC tee shirt and a pair of sweats. From the tent in his pants, I could tell that he was feeling as horny as I was.

Unfortunately for Paul, he also seemed to be producing the same kind of musk that I was. All my reasons for leaving the room were washed away by the double dose of the musk and poor Paul was in serious danger of becoming my next conquest. I tried to find reasons for stopping what I knew was coming, but they seemed to flit away from me before I could lock onto them. In a very real sense, I was becoming as much a "victim" as everyone else. Barry plopped down on the other side of Paul and swatted him on the back hard enough to rattle his teeth. "Hey, Paulie! How's the hero of the day doing?"

Paul blushed at the loud praise and squirmed away from him. Of course, that made him slide closer to me. "I'm not a hero, Barry. I just did what anyone else would have done in the same place." I had to grin at his modesty and even reached out to muss his hair like I used to do with my nephews back home when they were being a little too cute for their own good.

I noticed that he started breathing harder when I touched him and he kind of shuddered a little when I combed his hair with my fingers. Despite my fading worries over what I was doing, I was struck with just how cute Paul was. He seemed so shy and feminine. Heck, he struck me as even more feminine in his actions than April.

"Maybe Paul, but I doubt that many people would have jumped someone twice their size like you did. You probably saved Angela from a bad scene and saved Langdon from ruining his life. I think that deserves a pretty hefty reward, don't you think so Barry?"

It was almost as if Barry was reading my mind. He stood up and scooped Paul up in his arms like he was a rag doll. Paul seemed shocked, but didn't say anything. He was breathing so hard that I was almost afraid he was going to hyperventilate. Barry followed me as I left the commissary and walked back into the shower room. I let them pass and slid the door to the room shut. Every room in all of the domes had thick metal sliding doors that were designed to seal the rooms in case the domes were breached and snow started pouring in. They were hardly ever used, but I decided to use this one to give us a little privacy.

I had a hunch that things were going to get noisy and I didn't want anyone coming in to disturb us. When I turned around, Barry was already starting to undress Paul who was just standing there with a puzzled look on his face. Even as far-gone as I was, I was ready to stop the whole thing if Paul showed any signs of fear or resistance.

I was a little surprised by Barry's actions. When I had fucked him earlier, he had acted confused but now he seemed as dedicated to screwing Paul as I was. The fact that he seemed willing to follow my lead puzzled me too. I was never what you call a dominant person and Barry always struck me as about as Alpha as you could get. Why was he following me as if I was king of the world? I suspected that it had something to do with the musk and the hormones running rampant through my body. My musings were interrupted when Barry finished undressing Paul and started undressing me. Before I even fully realized it, I was as nude as they were. Paul was breathing hard and shuddering.

Almost as a single unit, Barry and I moved forward to wrap our arms around Paul. I almost came when I felt my cock rub against his butt. Paul moaned loudly and ground backwards against me. I glanced around Paul and saw that Barry had wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around Paul's. He was rubbing them together like he was trying to start a fire. I did notice that Barry's cock seemed larger than it did during our first encounter. I wasn't sure because I had been a little distracted and hadn't really paid attention to specifics. Still, Paul definitely seemed to be enjoying the attention and I was really enjoying the feeling of his ass on my cock. Hornier than ever, I reached forward and pulled Paul's head back.