Connor's mouth.
"You're the key, Isy. The key to saving humanity."
A laugh bubbled forth from her throat and echoed eerily around the room. Her head spun with the absurdity of the words flittering through her mind. Connor laved a slow, determined path through her slit, parting her pussy lips, driving her insane.
"Connor and I are from the past. In our time, the S.O.S. virus is no more than a speck of dust on the wind. It doesn't exist yet. Only a few of us know of its impending arrival. We've been sent here to learn how to stop it before it occurs."
Isy's throat squeezed. Her palm trailed across the tip of Trevor's cock, spreading a bead of moisture down the length. The shaft was thicker than Connor's, she realized. She stared at it, entranced by the glistening cream she'd slid down the velvety skin.
"You're fertile, too."
That made sense if she chose to believe his crazy story about being from the past, she supposed, but it only complicated things further. She was about to make love to two fertile men. As if her crime wasn't depraved enough already.
"Does that matter?” Trevor asked softly.
It should have. If she had any common sense left, she'd bolt to her feet and run far, far away from both men. She'd not only be saving herself, but them, too.
Even as she thought that, Isy knew she wasn't going anywhere. Connor and Trevor had accepted the risks that came with fucking her. How could she be any less brave?
Isy shook her head. “When they find me, the Medical Board won't care whether I've fucked one fertile man or an entire football team's worth."
Connor lifted his head from her depths. “They won't lay a hand on you,” he snarled between clenched teeth before returning his attention to her moist core.
Isy's eyes rolled back into her head. His mouth on her pussy felt so incredible, all the dark thoughts that had been gathering like a coming storm scattered at the feel of a slow, soft swipe down her slit.
Focus, Isy. This is important.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each shallow breath. Connor speared her opening with the tip of his tongue, and need knifed through her, strong and unwavering.
"You watched me.” She'd meant it as an accusation, but it came out like an aroused whimper.
"Every day,” Trevor said. “At first, we knew nothing about the virus, or about your culture. You were a practitioner and seemed like a logical ally. And then I forged paperwork and passed myself off as a Medical Board certified practitioner as well, gaining access to experimental data I wouldn't otherwise have had. When we learned more about the virus's true effects on the human body, we knew we needed a woman. Someone just like you."
Isy rose on her elbows and fought to suppress the shiver that started low in her pussy and fluttered over her entire body, tightening her nipples to stiff nubs. And still Trevor kept talking, telling her of things that made no sense. Of laboratories that no longer existed, of DNA tests long considered archaic and unnecessary. Of the one discovery that would lead them to this moment. It was all gibberish to her passion-clouded mind, but she let him talk.
"The Medical Board has been lying to you."
Connor's kisses on her pussy deepened, punctuating each one of Trevor's words. A sigh flew from Isy's lips. Her chest heaved as heat gathered in her cunt, bringing her closer and closer to climax.
"They've been lying to all of you. Women over forty do not steal the seed of fertile men. That's a myth, hell, a whopper of an outright lie. But by mating with a man with potent seed, some of you gain enormous power. More power than the Board can explain. It scares them, Isy, because they can't understand or control it. You scare them."
She shook her head, helpless to respond with anything resembling a hint of logic.
"For the longest time, we weren't sure whether what we'd stumbled upon was real. Even now, it's only a hypothesis. One we think you can prove, Isy."
She slid her hand up and down