[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

John was licked by his breasts, and the milk spilled uncontrollably, John's cheeks immediately turned pink, he raised his arms to cover up his expression, his legs clamped Sherlock's slender and flawless back, Sherlock licked deeply on his chest Infatuated again, he must have tasted the milk, and there was a sizzling sound between his tongue, John's clothes had been completely taken away by Sherlock's evil fingers a few minutes ago, his back was naked against the glass coffee table, cold The glass was covered with John's continuous sweat, and the heater in the room was turned on a little hot. John's fingers were wrapped around Sherlock's dark chestnut curly hair. This so-called unique skull was extremely sexy, and the hair was soft and thick, filling John's fingers.

"Sherlock...you lick enough...it hurts."

John felt that he was stubbornly pulling his plump nipples with his teeth, John couldn't help but continued to ooze white milk, Sherlock's nose tipped in front of the fresh milk and stared blankly for a while, John couldn't help being looked at by him In the figurative commotion, the blood flowed up from the soles of his feet, hitting the back of John's head strongly, making him tremble slightly in Sherlock's arms.

Sherlock unexpectedly scraped the sweet oxytocin-produced protein with his lust-inflated tongue, and rubbed John's nipple with the tip of his hateful tongue in an academic inquiry tone, "Sweet, a little fishy."

"It's not for you to drink." John snorted muffled. His breasts have been suffering from pain for 24 hours, and the sweet milk stored in the swell is to be prepared for his future baby, not for free. Adult babies with failed emotional intelligence development.

The door of the living room was closed airtightly so that Mrs. Hudson unfortunately went blind when passing by.

Sherlock climbed onto the coffee table and knelt on top of John with stretched thighs. John looked into his lingering eyes, light-colored pupils surrounded by a halo of broken light, Sherlock looked fascinated, his lips were fierce Pressed on John's lips, teased John's lower lip, wet his chin with saliva, and then pushed his tongue straight in, between John's teeth, and fell heavily into John's throat.

John couldn't help sobbing, breathless provocatively by his masterful wet kiss, "Ah, ha... ha... Sherlock..." John fell into the head-depriving, ecstatic deep kiss, getting out of it No, he grabbed Sherlock's muscular shoulders as if he was drowning, and both mentally and physically fell into a messy hazy state.

Sherlock's warm saliva kept flowing from his mouth, John had no choice but to keep swallowing, the brilliant tongue wrapped around the base of John's magnanimous tongue, passionately intertwined, the hot electric current scraped fiercely across John's palate , his cock popped up and dotted his balloon-like belly.

God, how did he do it, John raised his hands and hung them around his neck infatuatedly, it was so amazing, just a kiss could make John's whole body burn with excitement, and there was a faint wave of darkness around his pussy With surging emotions, John closed his eyes affectionately, letting Sherlock chase and kiss him around the neck.

John likes wet and long kisses very much, and Sherlock kissed him so darkly that it made him extremely soft, it was the best snack John got today.

Sherlock knelt up straight, pinched John's thigh, lifted it up, and stared longingly at John's backyard, his hungry eyes scraped layer by layer over John's sweet folds, and he could hear an aggressive grunt in his throat , roared in a low voice, watching with frenzied eyes without blinking.

John's little chrysanthemum was exposed in his vision, and he couldn't help it, closing and closing, as if calling for everything that could hold him open.

Oh oh oh, he can't control it either.

A warm current gushed out slickly from the entrance of the corridor, John closed his eyes embarrassedly, God, there was another wave, puff, puff, a large amount of transparent liquid flowed along his buttocks onto the glass countertop, and even more Part of it slid into John's back, sticky and dirty with his sweat.

It was unbearably humid.

He's been soaking wet fast since pregnancy, and it's spectacular, amazingly spectacular, and just to be watched, Sherlock hasn't done anything yet.

Sherlock clutched his thigh, holding his breath as he watched such an exaggerated surge.

John looked like a budding bud, half erect shyly half erected under the plump belly that was pregnant with Dodger.

"So lovely."

"What nonsense are you talking about..." John's flesh was sparked by his words.

"How can a baby be born here, it's so tight and narrow." Sherlock freed up a proud fingertip, twirling eagerly outside the folds, John moaned, and the hole kept trembling.

sweet pussy.

Little ass to be fucked.

Sherlock pushed in with his thumb and forefinger, opening his pink flesh flaps, John gasped violently, Sherlock peered intently into the depths of his hole, a mysterious, alluring, misty place that would make one lose one's way inside, Inside is John's womb.

"Hmm..." John couldn't help spilling out a pool of transparent love juice again, spreading along the creases and across his back, wet into a river, John looked at him helplessly, "What's wrong with me..."

"I checked and it's not a side effect of stopping the inhibitor."

"Then what is this..."

"It's a normal reaction of your body, your aroused self-lubrication."

"It shouldn't be like this..." John shyly couldn't find an adjective, "There shouldn't be so much water."

John had very little water in the first night, dry and hard to penetrate. At that time, Sherlock had to rely on the assistance of lubricants. Now he makes water sounds when he touches it twice casually, which is really unscientific.

Sherlock smiled at his confused and shy expression.

The detective's brain was full of explanations for this but he didn't want to say it, he wanted to enjoy John's confusion.

Omega, after surviving the hard first night, the potential of the body will be awakened, and it will produce self-lubrication every time in the future, which will increase the pleasure between you and your bed partner. It can even come in handy during childbirth, not for a long time. The side effect of taking inhibitors is not that there is something wrong with John's body, other Omega is also like this, it's just that John is on a higher level. After all, he has suppressed his superior temperament for so many years, so many Alphas have to use it to continuously come out. This method can be used to identify whether an Omega is real or not. Even if Omega takes empathy drugs and suppresses the smell of the person who marks him, making himself look pure, as long as he is poked into the small chrysanthemum by the other party's finger, pull it out and check it. Will it be true or false if it overflows like a spring of love liquid that sticks to the fingers?

Sherlock bent down, his forehead pressed against John's fragile balls, his mouth sucking on his wet petals.

"Oh oh oh..." John twisted his body, itching, Sherlock's mischievous tongue tickled him so much.

Another exaggerated amount of liquid seeped out, wet Sherlock's lips and chin.

Sherlock still had a grim smile on his face, he freed up one hand, and stroked John's petals with his charming palm, admiring his moistness, "See you want it so much, I'll give you a little sweetness first." Sherlock said, with a slender Fingers poked into his petals, pushed two of them, his fingertips full of thirst for knowledge explored in the high-temperature tunnel, John sucked his fingers tightly reflexively, oh, depraved fingers, like a thief Yes, probe deep into it, puff, puff, Sherlock's fingertips were full of intense anger, pressing down on the crying prostate, John suddenly convulsed, Sherlock suddenly used the other hand, squeezed in Two free fingers, quickly and cruelly pushed to fuck him, intense fuck, one hand pressed his irritated and sensitive prostate in his twitching vagina, and the other hand thrust angrily.Quickly sharpening John's sensitive vagina, the fiery fingernails brushed against the hot intestinal wall, and the wind and waves of pleasure swept over. John trembled violently, twitching, and shouted uncontrollably in his throat, "Mom Fuck, oh, fuck you, oh..." The indescribable orgasm was ups and downs, and the sound of lustful water sizzled between the uncontrollable fingers and the tight intestines, grass!Grass fuck Holmes!It would have been nicer to use Sherlock's cock to penetrate John so skillfully.

John's firm body thumped fiercely under his chubby belly, his back that was dripping with love juice was tense, and the knots under his body were stiff and slowly swelled.He is coming, coming, oh, the incomparable orgasm, the supreme pleasure, almost dying at this moment, the pleasure is slowly hoarding around the glans, and it is about to erupt, oh, oh oh oh oh oh so good , wonderful massage and thrusting.

Sherlock looked at his expression that was so excited that he was about to suffocate, snorted coldly, and pinched the knot that was beginning to swell. This knot is called a butterfly hook. When it is fully hardened, it is like a bow tied to the penis. Before ejaculation, the penis will be erect. Two-thirds of the knot, near the root, swells to both sides, bulging like two small bells buried in the penis, extremely hard, Alphas also have this knot, and the knot is bigger and thicker, those The goddamn Alphas use this part of their genitals to firmly hook the Omega, preventing them from escaping during ejaculation. When the knot is propped up, it will plumply block the entrance of the vagina, so that not a single drop of semen can flow out. It is complete, not a drop. Leaky poured into the womb of Omega, let these ravaged poor eggs be completely absorbed and accepted.

Sherlock stopped his movements, pulled out his fingers, and pinched his bulging knot forcefully, not allowing him to continue to swell. John's turbulent surge was paused by the savage press, and a shuddering emptiness groaned in his body, the door of the small hole The pink flesh was trembling reluctantly.

"Sherlock..." When John uttered the word, his tongue scraped across his own palate, and the final sound of lock was very soft, always giving a childish voice with a hint of coquettishness.

Stop playing.

He wants it so much.

Wanted Sherlock Holmes so much.

John's chest rose and fell, his nipples were firm, looking up at his proud cheekbones, he despised the tip of the nose, hinting bitterly that if John didn't get satisfied any more, he would turn into a puddle of water and disappear under Sherlock's crotch.

"Sherlock..." John bit his lower lip in confusion and kept calling his name, poking it in with your goddamn cock, begging you to poke it in.

Sherlock pulled out his finger and put it under John's eyelids. The gap between his fingers was crystal clear, refracting the light. Sherlock put his finger between his lips, sucked it twice violently, and made a beautiful voice, "Your pheromone, So sweet."

John's face turned sideways, hard to look at, to Sherlock it was a pheromone, a chemical with many strange symbols, but to John, it was just his damn kinky water, grass, he was still wet Thoroughly, is there any restraint and limit to this so-called self-lubrication? Does it have to wait until something full and substantial fills him up before the waves of frenzy in his rectum stop.

"You are so slippery inside. Put a peeled boiled egg in and it will slide out immediately."

"Stop talking!"

Fuck it, mention the damn poached eggs! This might be John's breakfast tomorrow!

Sherlock was also completely naked, and his strong penis exposed to the air stabbed John's erect stomach twice, with no thoughtfulness and no gentlemanly demeanor, just like a male dog in heat and anger, holding A very fiery stick pokes everything.

"Sherlock!!!!" John grabbed his proudly erect huge fleshy column with force, and the stem was so full that John's thumb and middle finger could not hold it together, "Be good!" John looked at him, " Sherlock, you have to take care of our little baby!"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes severely, "You know what a big temptation you are to me, if allowed, I will fuck you every day, even three times a day, all my experiments will be transferred to the Barts experiment The room can be completed smoothly, because you make my mind flutter when you are in the room. You lived with me for 3 months when you first arrived. At that time, you could keep a low profile, give me inspiration, and improve my case handling efficiency. I can't do anything good other than a full day of blood flow and an erection."

John blushed with guilt, he didn't do it on purpose, he really didn't do it on purpose, as an Omega with such an extraordinary physique, he was in a lot of trouble before the mark, and it was also the source of trouble after the mark.Other people's Omega's smell is very weak when they are not in estrus, and they don't need to take inhibitors 365 days a year, so that their Alpha can rest on weekdays, but John is different. The Alpha who marked him is always on the sidelines and is subject to endless temptations.

"You want me to go in?"

John lay on the table, nodding his mouth dryly, breathing hard, hoping Sherlock would sympathize with him and stop playing with his anus like an experiment.

"Then you have to speak out."

John glared at him complainingly, "Sherlock!"

"speak out."

With a tearing voice, John said, "...Come in...Come in."

"Not enough described, not enough requested."

"Come into my body..."

"What do you use to get in?"

"..." John despaired, "Use your dick, stuff it inside me, please."

"Okay, very good, since you said it, then I will go in, I will enter the deepest part of you, push to the outer wall of your uterus, I will make you hurt, and I will also make you orgasm."

John nodded, and replied obediently and honestly, "Let me cum, Sherlock, please." With disorientation.

With his charming commission, Sherlock smiled in satisfaction, pinched his haughty cock, poked it into John's hole, pushed in, stretched him apart, the hard head parted the small hole, John grabbed the edge of the table, and endured a long and grueling session At low speed, Sherlock pushed in very slowly, the head of his cock calmly scraping the middle of John's silky shaft, oh oh oh oh, he finally got there, John licked his tongue hungrily, Sherlock enjoyed his impatience , continued forward, the huge cock sank into the root, and with a snap, Sherlock's balls hit John's buttocks, and his huge dick was buried in John's hottest depths, John had to lift his waist, and Sherlock hit his Uterus.

The frenzy of pain made John sweat hot all over. It hurt so much that he threw his head back and twisted his face.

Sherlock's gigantic size rammed him deeply, crushingly.

"Oh!" John cried beggingly. "Come on, Sherlock."

"pain?"

John grabbed his arm, acquiescing.

"You asked me to go in."

"Bastard, I didn't mean to let you abuse me!"

"Looking forward, I will make you hurt more, I will also make you forgive me, I will give you, I will give you everything you want, I will satisfy you, but not now, until I have the mood to allow You only have an orgasm when you orgasm."

Sherlock said with a hard heart, holding John's lewd buttocks, retreating, the stem pulled out, paused, watching John's sad expression, and then pushed in hard, pop!Submerging into the hole, he stabbed John's womb again punishingly.

John groaned in pain almost as if calling for help, Sherlock found the ferocious rhythm, and began to thrust him violently, the plump penis backed out and pulled out, involving wisps of transparent love juice, each time completely withdrawing from John's Outside the body, and then enjoying the wonderful pleasure of violently separating John again and again, the begging period in John's mouth was incomplete, shaking out of his throat, Sherlock opened his fiery flesh with crackling crackles, Hitting him quickly and cruelly, wiped the love juice overflowing from under him due to the pulling, put it in his mouth and tasted it greedily.

John was shaking on the table in pain, gritting his teeth, if he could, he really wanted to castrate Sherlock Holmes to vent his anger.

His legs were pinched by Sherlock all the time, there were red and white finger prints on them, Sherlock pushed his ass, and there was a majestic slapping sound between the testicles and his buttocks, John couldn't stand it anymore, he was pregnant with 5 Yue's belly is round and full, and the fetus can be heard anytime, anywhere, and the baby will kick him occasionally, like now.

When Sherlock pushed deep into John's sensitive and painful outer wall, John's baby would be disturbed in the warm and quiet amniotic fluid, and he would kick him dissatisfied, causing John to have the inevitable fetal pain.

It is equal to two people playing John Watson.

Sherlock lifts his knees and closes them, making the opening narrower, making it harder to push his hard body into John, and Sherlock holds him up calmly, quickly, continuously, through to the end, every time Guaranteed to scrape John's womb, make him howl, break his heart, Sherlock hissed and let out a satisfied breath, determined to kill John alive on this table, John's hands slipped from him, Grabbing the edge of the table, enduring it, he opened his eyes and saw the piston action of Sherlock leaning over him, Sherlock's deep pupils were filled with gazes that were fascinated by him, and he was so fascinated by John.

Sherlock's heavy lips pressed against his lips, prying him open, their tongues lingeringly stuck together, trying to entangle the tip of the other's tongue with his own into an inextricable knot, Sherlock whispered between his lips and tongue.

"I love you, John, I love you, your little hole is going to set me on fire, I'm going to be on fire." Sherlock frantically rambled, his sanity burned to ashes, "Oh, wonderful, top notch Wonderful." Sherlock wriggled his cock, twisting and twisting into John's vulnerable depths, and Alpha's huge knot slowly stretched open, before long it would be unreasonably clogging John's cunt.

John bit his lip, the throbbing pain of his uterus, he silently endured it on the coffee table, carried it over, and waited for Sherlock to vent freely and smoothly, the cold detective would set him free.

Sherlock may not really know how to love him, in short, John can't be sure what Sherlock loves him, how much he loves him, he still suspects that Sherlock is just trapped in the obsessive lust of Omega and cannot get rid of it.

John has always been firm and strong-willed. No one can force him to do what he doesn't want to do, and no one can hurt him without John Watson's consent.

The only exception was Sherlock Holmes.

■

Mycroft still came over every other day, like John was his wife and not his sister-in-law.

Mycroft watched him with his growing belly boiling water near the stove, preparing sugar cubes and tea bags, and couldn't help softening his hard-to-the-sky attitude at such a warm scene, "John, if you are pregnant I'm not sure that the last Alpha boy would make you the daughter-in-law of the Holmes family right away. It's a pity that he is an Omega."

"It's not a pity at all. Don't make sarcastic remarks there." John's stomach is now 5 months old, round, full, and beautiful in shape, a bit like a watermelon, and a bit like a pear, and he can't see him when he stands up straight. His toes are short again, and he can no longer wear ordinary clothes. Most of the time, he wears khaki and dark red loose jumpsuits. This kind of clothes is comfortable and erotic. A zipper extends from the neckline to the crotch, and he uses his fingers to lock The zipper is completely torn off, and the zipper head will fall directly to John's seductive private parts with light golden pubic hair. He usually wears a woolen coat with a hood, and when he goes for a walk, he needs to add a cashmere trench coat and a thick cashmere scarf. Sherlock The dress bought for him he could show Sherlock in his bedroom, but he wouldn't want to wear it everyday.

John put the tea tray by Mycroft's elbow, and he began to have difficulty sitting down. His little butt had to be slowly put into the cushion, his legs couldn't close together, and he couldn't drink the fragrant and refreshing black tea, he could only taste it occasionally Sip on a light jasmine tea, just like today.

Mycroft frowned at the herbal tea that tasted like boiled water, and he hurriedly put down his cup, "Your hormones smell like milk."

John shyly avoided his eyes, Sherlock had been drinking his milk endlessly on the coffee table in the living room yesterday.

John smelled like a marshmallow soaked in milk.

There was the sound of a taxi's engine and the heavy slamming of the door downstairs, and then the door of 221B opened, and Sherlock quickly floated upstairs with a stack of folders brought back from Barts Medical College in his hand. Glancing at Mycroft who occupied his exclusive sofa, he walked over to John, lightly pecked John's forehead, and imprinted a kiss on it.

Then he sat silently in the dining chair, focused on looking through the data on the folder, and compared it with the culture medium he put on the dining table.

"You can't ignore me, brother."

"You're fat, or you're pregnant too."

John held back his laughter, almost holding his breath.

Every time Mycroft came to visit, Sherlock would inevitably catch him and make fun of him.

"In terms of the hospital, the report on the expected date of delivery has come out, and it will be almost spring." Mycroft is quite concerned about this. Although he is a little short of being an Omega boy, as long as it is a kid who is tied to the pure blood of Holmes, Mycroft will care very much. For example, the one closest to him is the little white-eyed wolf who always gets into trouble with him but he still hurts and loves him all the same.

"Maybe you can give birth to a strong male Alpha for the Holmes family in your second child." Mycroft's "maybe" is equivalent to an irreversible order.

John gave him a cold look. Mycroft was already planning the next seeding plan even though the first child in his life was half-baked. In short, he was just like those old-fashioned old Alpha men who regarded Omega as nothing. A resting reproductive apparatus rather than an independent person.

Even though Omega's Bill of Rights has been promulgated for nearly a century and has been in effect, there are countless Alphas who uphold Mycroft's stubborn thinking. Even the people in power in the British government still look at John Watson with this rigid view, which shows the future of Omega Slightly, in modern society, it seems that the three races of ABO can get equal study and work, but in fact the status of Omegas seems to be as humble and humble as in the Victorian period, and has not changed much.

The road to turning over is long and boundless, and I hope that all Omega can find their own happiness on this road full of obstacles.

"Sherlock, how's the bed going?" Mycroft's voice was calm.

"Cough, cough, cough..." John choked on the tea, and the light tea went in the wrong direction and went into the trachea. Mycroft looked at him very worriedly. John leaned on the back of the sofa to adjust his breathing, feeling that he was coughing His lungs were about to come out, and he couldn't bear the heartbreaking eyes cast by the two Holmes in the room at the same time, John waved his hand to comfort their hearts hanging in their throats, "I'm fine, I can't die, I Just cough twice."

"Be careful in everything! You can't even drink water!" Mycroft scolded him severely, and John's words and deeds were no longer solely responsible for him.

"It's you who asked such a stupid question!"

"John is right. It's not your turn to care about it. If you're so interested in a pregnant Omega, why don't you hurry up and get the one from Scotland Yard, and he'll take care of it if it's a little later." Someone else has a baby."

Mycroft snorted lightly at this, and did not respond too much to reveal his true heart. He is quite busy today, so he just came over to sit and take a look at John's stomach to get over his addiction. Ask his younger brother who doesn't know how to be sympathetic and sympathetic, not to shake the world like a Greek drama when having sex.

"I can't be like a snail slowly on him. I don't have a switch to set the frequency." Sherlock still didn't look back at the dinner table, treating his brother coldly.

As soon as Mycroft left, Sherlock squinted at John. John passed him with his belly out, and put the saucer in the sink. He was wearing a light blue jumpsuit today, with a knee-length The light brown thick woolen jacket on his clothes, even though he ate 5 meals a day, his body was not too fat. Since Mycroft supervised John's diet all the time, he bought Mrs. Hudson, don’t allow John to eat too greasy. Pregnant women who are fat and thick will face difficulties in natural delivery. Babies born naturally after experiencing birth canal spasm are considered perfect and will develop stronger during puberty. Caesarean section is only suitable for those with birth canal defects. On the Omega, John is so classy, ​​the passage in his little ass is slippery and elastic, so he doesn't need to be stabbed.

All in all, John's weight is strictly controlled within the normal range, but his cheeks are indeed more fleshy than when they first met.

When he laughed, he formed two ruddy apple muscles, and his cheeks bulged when he was angry.

John was lathering his saucer in the sink, hourglass-like silence, knowing that Sherlock was sniffing him obsessively across the table far away.

He is destined not to experience true love like an ordinary Omega. Sherlock loves John with his obsessed penis, and John is with Sherlock in a seemingly stupid way. He allows Sherlock to toss him and hurt him, as long as Sherlock Holmes uses If you have John Watson, he will come when it is convenient or not.

Someone needs John Watson, so that's fine.