[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

On the 278th day of John's pregnancy, at the 40th week of pregnancy, the delicious milk began to spill out in large quantities, and the extremely attractive nipples became more and more swollen waiting to be sucked. He would experience regular contractions every 4 hours, and his spine was in pain. Entering the hunger strike period, only drink some pure water to increase the blood oxygen level.

"You are crazy! My brother!" Mycroft stood in the hospital corridor and poked the little black umbrella fiercely on the tiled floor, "Just because of your unreasonable possessiveness, let John get stabbed for no reason ?”

"Unless the step of massaging his prostate is omitted during normal delivery."

"You know it's science! How can he lubricate himself without touching his prostate! How can a child come out? Be more mature! This has nothing to do with pornography, stop saying that the doctor defiled your Omega. People laugh out loud! If I tell my mother, see how she will laugh at you!"

John rubbed his belly and sat on the bench next to him, silent.

"John! You should say something, give my younger brother who has fallen into a mental disorder a blow, and make him wake up."

John looked up tiredly at the two noisy Holmes, "I'm so tired, I haven't eaten all day and night, I need to preserve my strength, I don't have the heart to argue with a psychopath."

Sherlock stared at him with terrifying laser eyes.

"In short, I will not agree to a caesarean section. Children who have not experienced birth canal spasms have poor immunity. I will be in charge of arranging obstetricians and gynecologists. Trustworthy doctors will not be as wretched as you think."

"That way I won't sign the production agreement."

"You don't need to sign! I will let the baby fall to the ground without anyone noticing! You can't react in time!"

"His slippery ass is mine!"

Mycroft was about to collapse and covered his forehead, he almost fainted on the spot, collapsed in the corridor and fell to the ground, and John couldn't bear to cover his face.

The passing nurses were all covering their mouths and sniggering because of this absurd dialogue.

"How did I endure all these years without choking you on the spur of the moment?" Mycroft gritted his teeth.

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On the 279th day of John's pregnancy, at the 40th week of pregnancy, the uterus began to gradually sink into the intestines, the lungs and heart and other organs gained some room, the breathing became heavy, the uterine contractions intensified, and the pain on the spine extended to 1 Within minutes, or even more than 2 minutes, John's stomach often felt so tight that it was about to burst, his bladder was squeezed by the amniotic fluid, and he felt frequent urination.

Unable to stand for long periods of time, and absolutely unable to sit on the toilet to avoid premature leakage of amniotic fluid, John required the assistance of a nurse to urinate.

"Nurse? Huh." Sherlock sneered and blocked the kind, pure and beautiful little nurse from the separate bathroom door in the ward, "You want to touch him just because of your inconspicuous fingers?"

John was holding on to the towel rail helplessly in the bathroom, Sherlock slammed the door shut, stuck to John's back, reached out to take off his cotton pants, held his soft penis with his strong fingers, and his white fingertips slid down him provocatively Loving foreskin.

"Sherlock! You're helping me with my physical problems! You're not fucking giving me a jerk off!" John leaned forward, gripping the towel rail over the toilet, struggling, as he went through the pre-labor symptoms, endlessly Contractions and labor pains, while being devastated and tortured by the heartless Holmes.

Sherlock pinched his swollen penis with his index finger and thumb, aiming at the toilet, John couldn't urinate for a while, he tried to drive away the pestering Sherlock, "I think I can deal with it alone."

"Are you standing still?"

"Oh shit……"

John cursed in a low voice, and Sherlock licked him, pulling from the base of the graceful penis to the head of the lovely penis, John helplessly kneaded his lower body, his bladder twitched, and the strange pleasure made him The uterus, deep in his bowels, sank even further.

John's nerves produced strong and beautiful electric currents and tremors, and Sherlock slid his fingers fieryly past the soft wrinkled doorway behind him, "I can allow the little baby to pass by you, born into the world, but I can't bear to have Others treat you like I do."

Sherlock wraps his talented palms around his little ass and swims towards his cunt, his fingers cupping John's soft balls, ravaging provocatively.

John whimpered in agony, couldn't hold it in any longer, and urinated violently against the towel rack, spraying into the toilet with a shy sound, he had never had such a hard time expressing his bladder, Sherlock used the same time as he frantically sprayed urine Four fingers caressed his testicles intimately, the full palm wrapped around his intoxicating buttocks, and the hateful thumb sank into his quivering pussy.Another delicate hand controls the rounded head of John's swollen urethra, keeping him from spilling urine on the outside of the toilet.

John turned his head to look at him flushed, "Sherlock...you're too much...unreasonable."

Sherlock pinched the tip of his last drop of warm liquid, and scraped it over the horse's eye with his fingertips, John was so provocative that he sprayed another gush of urine, "Oh, that's enough." John's shoulders trembled and he let out a prickly pleasurable moan, and at this rate he was going to have an irreversible erection.

Sherlock finally let him go, pulled the clean towel off the shelf, squatted under him, slowly placed the towel on the inside of his knee, and wiped his legs wet with the gush of urine from bottom to top .

"I think I like your place the most in the world," Sherlock said shamelessly.

John wanted to deny him. Before being marked by Sherlock, there were countless Alphas who liked John the most. Thinking about how many times Sherlock buried his face in him with deep obsession before, and couldn't get out. John held back and didn't say so as not to overturn The watery vinegar jar in front of me.

An alpha as perverted as Sherlock is really rare and unique.

Sherlock helped him put on his pants, washed his hands in the sink, John was next to him, and squeezed disinfectant into the palm of his hand as well, as the day of delivery was getting closer, the expressions of the two became tense and serious .

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John is 280 days pregnant, 40 weeks gestation, he's fine, he's fine.

John sat back on the hospital bed and stared at the circle of nurses, doctors, Lord Mycroft Holmes and Sherlock Holmes who surrounded him.

"Excuse me, how is the fetal movement?" The doctor asked the pregnant woman carefully.

"It's about the same as yesterday, it hurts more than a dozen times a day." John answered concisely and smoothly.

"What does the pain feel like?"

"My stomach is tense from time to time, as if it's going to stretch out, but it doesn't hurt too much." John still has no fear, as relaxed and comfortable as talking about a mosquito bite on his arm.

"Is there amniotic fluid coming out?"

John shook his head resolutely, "Not at all, I feel fine..."

"Today is your due date. It is reasonable for you to give birth on this day. After a full 40 weeks and 280 days of pregnancy, the child is already full-term and it is time to come out." The doctor looked at the detailed and accurate prenatal examination records in his hand, John Watson, the first pregnancy, experienced a bleeding during pregnancy, survived the catastrophe, the placenta and uterus are extremely strong, with the most suitable structure for fertility, the body has extremely high progesterone, and the pheromone data is stronger than ordinary omega 30 times.

first class.

It is rare to meet in a hundred years.

The doctor secretly sighed in his heart, to put it bluntly, the existence of this kind of Omega is simply a disaster for the world. Fortunately, he got the mark, otherwise how many Alphas in the world would kill each other for this extremely superior breed, and put it in the ancient times where the law is not perfect. It will definitely lead to wars and cause the emperors to fight each other. At that time, no great medical miracle such as inhibitors had been developed. John, an Omega that usually exudes aphrodisiac smell, is destined to cause a bloodbath. The doctor turned his head and looked at it. Look at the Alpha who marks this special Omega, with an arrogance that all human beings look down upon except himself in the mirror.

"But I didn't respond. You don't have to surround me so nervously. I can hardly see the light and I can't breathe." John sat on the bed and rubbed his little finger.

"Okay then, I'll come to check every half an hour." The doctor closed the check-up record.

"I want to get out of bed for a walk." John boldly made his wish.

"You're about to give birth and you still get out of bed! What if you take two steps and the baby falls out!" Mycroft's nervousness was so overwhelming that he thought John was made of porcelain and would shatter when he touched it.

"Don't be so exaggerated, please, it's not you who are going to give birth!" John ignored the obstruction. He was forced to stay on the bed since he woke up in the morning and opened his eyes. He was almost bored to death. There are not only freaks in the world. A detective alone can't stand boredom, and neither can John Watson.

He pushed aside the nurse's support, put on a woolen coat on his own, and was able to walk and move his limbs, showing no sign of giving birth at all.

"Brother, follow him, stay close," Mycroft told Sherlock as he would his black-clad bodyguards.

Without Mycroft's gossip, Sherlock would have followed him without complaint.

John was wandering in the corridor. He stopped in a secluded corridor and looked at the green courtyard outside the window. He once owned a two-storey house with a small courtyard at the front and back. The second floor was his bedroom. Saturday Ri can hear the sound of his father starting the lawn mower in the yard. At that time, his mother was still alive, and his sister had not fallen into a dark and dark life of alcoholism. He has never seen the bloody amputated limbs with veins and the desperate wailing in the prisoner camp.

"You're right, Sherlock, my life was ruined early on."

The death of his parents in a car accident made him feel helpless, lonely and hopeless, so he could leave his homeland and go to Afghanistan. He had no home, no matter how far he walked in the desert, there was no one to wait for him. he comes back.

"I'm sorry, my dear detective, I take that back. In fact, I was saved only after I met you. You are hateful and mischievous, but you lit the light of my life. You took me on an adventure. Let me experience the joy of burning blood in my lungs, you make me feel that I am still alive, and healed my lameness, I said in front of your brother that you raped me, but you are not, I have been against it before the first night You belong to yourself, that's why you fell in love with me so easily."

Sherlock's breathing slowed down by two beats, "That night, I... couldn't control myself..."

"I understand." John responded with a warm orange smile, "I am willing to be marked by you, no matter how many stupid angry words I have said on weekdays, but I do not regret dedicating myself to you."

Sherlock winked at him, then blinked twice more, "John...I want to kiss you."

John stayed in front of him, raised his head, and handed his lips obediently to him, Sherlock took a heavy breath, he hugged John tightly, and imprinted a kiss on his lips affectionately, licking his full lips John's emotions roiled, his wonderful little mouth nearly melting in Sherlock's.

"Thank you, John, thank you for saving me, I almost died without you." Sherlock strangled him tightly, a slight tremor in his arms, "You're different from others. Those people know I'm smart but they don't They don't appreciate me, they know I'm great, but they can only sigh when I die, every time I come back from a case, you always ask me if I have eaten, John, even I don't care if I have eaten , why do you care?"

John's heart was imprisoned by him at once, "Because you took me in."

"But I also chased you away."

John also hugged him affectionately, buried him in his hot arms, unable to breathe, "I don't want to be a widow. How pitiful a widowed Omega is in the eyes of others. You are not an Omega, you can't understand, you can only treat a widow The pain of the subject's estrus." John smiled bitterly, "You must not starve to death, it would be ridiculous for this kind of death to happen to a genius whose IQ can carry the Milky Way."

Sherlock let go of him a little to give him some oxygen, "What does it feel like to be in heat with only one object?"

"Oh..." John was lying in his arms, speechless, he couldn't describe it, the clamoring hunger and thirst was incomparable, like the endless night that could not wait for the dawn, even though he tried his best to bite his lips and tie them Hands can't go against the desire in the heart, any Omega who pouts his ass and begs to be inserted will be so sad and sad to know that the Alpha who can satisfy him is no longer alive.

Sherlock took his hand and walked slowly down the corridor, "How are you feeling?"

"I don't feel anything special, the baby is very quiet," John stroking his stomach back and forth anxiously, "I suspect he overslept." John's right hand was held by him reluctantly, and the two of them were sticking together It's greasy like a first date, first love, "You still insist on getting me stabbed?"

Sherlock burst into a faint smile, "I know that no matter how unreasonably I ask you to complain, I will eventually do it resolutely. But I feel sorry for you, my dear John, I have a better idea , can save you from suffering."

"You're not going to tell me?"

"Not necessary for the time being, I haven't planned a specific plan yet."

John silently called out to God who had been harassed by him many times in his heart, and prayed that Sherlock Holmes would not come up with weird ideas.

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Doctors and nurses stayed on guard from morning to night, they held a cold sweat for John, while the client who was pregnant in October had a good time, had a sweet hospital tour with Alpha who marked him, and held hands on the rooftop I watched a very beautiful rose-colored sunset once, just like the two people had never been in a formal relationship before, and they only started to develop their relationship from today.

Eyes and eyes stick to the hot air and entwine, so romantic that you can't pull them out.

Mycroft has turned off his work for the whole day, and now he has to rush back to the office to work overtime. It's not easy to be a senior official who controls the power. If you don't pay attention to the intelligence of the Middle East war situation for a second, the color of Britain's sky tomorrow will be different.

John and Sherlock are just like childhood sweethearts. After Sherlock had dinner alone, he huddled with John on the hospital bed and talked non-stop. Of course he can talk non-stop. His exquisite lips can flow through a thousand letters in 3 minutes. Do not change the breath.He can chat from soot to perfume, from sailors to the Queen of England, and he can start with John's dark blue iris as the starting point and describe his fleshy toes.

He can deduce what unknown secrets John has experienced in his youth through the concealed smile on the corner of John's mouth. What makes Sherlock feel satisfied is that John has never let anyone invade his supremely alluring private parts, no matter He had been resold several times, and most of the Alphas who plotted against him had already been beaten into the emergency room by John the second they passed their lips over.

Sherlock was the only one who could make John's mind sway and he couldn't fully exert his spirit of resistance.

He's a jerk, but he's got an easy-to-forgive face, doesn't he.

Sherlock chooses to sleep here with John tonight. Mycroft didn't ask for it, and John didn't ask him to stay. He proposed it on his own initiative. It's a pity that there can't be two people in the hospital bed, otherwise Sherlock must be tired of being next to him and interlocking his fingers, never leaving. abandoned.

After saying good night, John rubbed his eyes and fell into a drowning sleep with a peaceful smile.

1 points in the early hours.

John opened his eyes suddenly, he felt intense thirst, John propped himself up, got out of bed, and mixed a glass of warm water in a paper cup in front of the water dispenser, he looked at the profile of Sherlock lying on the sofa, wearing a The light brown blanket and the faint night lights on the walls made John feel a little uncomfortable. He lowered his head and found that his slippers were completely soaked.

John stared blankly holding the water glass, "Sher...Sherlock..." His lips were trembling.

Sherlock faltered for a moment, squinted his eyes and sat up, the blanket slid down his lap, and he looked at the big belly woman standing near the water dispenser in a daze.

John's paper cup fell to the floor, he held his stomach with his hands, and turned his stomach towards him helplessly, "Amniotic fluid...my amniotic fluid broke..."

Sherlock's pupils dilated instantly.