[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

When Sherlock talked about the relationship between Holmes and Moriarty, two famous families, he was not very enthusiastic, it can be said to be very indifferent. The fame and status of the two families are among the best in London. The naughty egg was screwed up. The naughty egg blatantly released the pigeons of the young master of the Moriarty family at a wedding that was so grand that it made headlines in the newspapers, and ran to play a baby game with another unknown Omega.

Because of this, Jim Moriarty had a life-and-death duel with Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock did not die, and neither did Napoleon in the hacker world, but Sherlock didn't think that the two families had a chance to save them. This was destined to be a mess. Mycroft was in charge of the Intelligence Bureau. And Jim's brother, Colonel James Moriarty, works in the Ministry of Defense. Losing the friendly smile of the Ministry of Defense is equivalent to plucking the hairs on Mycroft's wings with his bare hands, making Mycroft grimace and sit uncomfortable in the office chair of Buckingham Palace. Poor Mycroft was a long time ago. He had already been angered into tuberculosis by his own brother, but he had nothing to do with his white-eyed wolf brother.

It is predicted that in the next few decades (depending on who has the longest life, Sherlock or Moriarty), the two of them will always argue, one will continue to create disasters and problems, and the other will never tire of solving them.

John's confinement was even more busy than the little balls thrown in the hands of acrobats. Every night, every day, from the carpet in the living room to Sherlock's bed, he learned under Sherlock's superb "guidance" There are dozens of sex positions for external ejaculation. If you give each trick a name and list the catalog, the experienced and knowledgeable clients recruited by Stanford will be amazed. John before budding and after budding The John is a completely different commodity.

A well-ripe Omega will have a higher estimate in the auction house.

John is a big diamond that accidentally fell into Sherlock's clutches. As soon as Sherlock returned to the apartment, he abandoned his work and investigations to the Nine Heavens, and put his super-intellectual talents and all his body and mind on John for endless exploration. He buried his head in John's neck, around his sweet belly, in the sockets of his sensitive knees, collecting all the parts that would make John's voice so beautiful.Intercrown sex between John's thighs is obviously the most common and efficient trick, it will make Sherlock very happy, and will soon have a huge orgasm, but John is rarely fucked to orgasm like this - arguably never an orgasm.

Apart from straight masturbation and blowjobs, John doesn't get much out of these amazing positions.

Sherlock has performed countless hearty and dripping ejaculation on him, but John is very sad. The bed thing can only be exhausted and suffocated in the end. I can't recall what it was like to be so cramped that I forgot the whole world.

After washing in the morning, John checked the scratches and bite marks on his neck and chest after a night of passion in front of the clean and bright mirror. He sighed and straightened his collar, so he could only comfort himself. They have never been fully stuffed in, and I have never heard of any Omega that will die if they are dissatisfied with desire. Besides, John is not troubled by estrus after giving birth, which makes John very grateful.

The suffering of estrus and childbirth is almost the same.

Sex isn't everything in the everyday, isn't it.

His life was gradually on the right track. Although he often provoked Sherlock unintentionally, John's strong willpower and endurance allowed him to withstand Sherlock's ruthless bed tricks.

Mycroft first proposed to take John away, send him to a small country where Sherlock would not disturb him, match him with a few servants, and let him guard the lonely baby in a big house with 29 windows, but he repeatedly I went to 221B for a private visit, and found that the relationship between John and his younger brother was more harmonious than he imagined, and Mycroft noticed the cruel groove on the living room floor and the inexplicably missing harpoon on the door frame, and immediately understood John's ability to control his brother.

This Omega is not a simple item.

He can not only trap an Alpha with his excellent smell, but also win an Alpha's heart with his upright personality. Mycroft is very surprised that his hard-hearted, cold and heartless younger brother is actually in love.

Mycroft watched the heart-shaped machine pacing around in front of him, complaining that his Omega had been out for walks for too long, and no one was around the house to hand him his phone.

"But my brother, your cell phone is in your coat pocket." Mycroft shook his head, watching Sherlock's haughty body wallow in the sweetness of sex and the pain of missing someone, like a pale golden The bees were buzzing and trapped in a glass jar called Johnwatson and couldn't get out.

"It's a pity that I didn't experience the Omega smell before John's mark. It can break your self-control and make you fascinated even when you are not in heat." Mycroft chatted and sighed, "I didn't worry about you when you took drugs. Be an addict because I know not even cocaine can control you."

Sherlock immediately turned around and stared at him with murderous intent, "Don't say such things that will turn us against each other, don't fantasize about my Omega in your fox head, not even for a second."

The baby just had a full moon, and John's confinement is almost over. With a happy and shy expression, he pushed the baby carriage to Hyde Park to see the ducks in the lake—everyone knows that he is wrapped in white lace in the car. The little baby in the cotton hat was born by him, and there were breast pads in his clothes.

Oh, this makes John unable to stand face to face with others for a long time. When he goes to the deli to buy, the Alpha customers who line up together are always staring at his chest curiously.

What does a breastfeeding Omega breast look like?

Not every Alpha is lucky enough to see it in real life - except in porn.

The breast pads are very thick and uncomfortable. John tried not to use them when he returned to 221B. He wore a light gray breastfeeding shirt with a left and right front and a rope as a buckle, and put on a soft nightgown. Sherlock could bear the wind-contoured attire.

John turned his head at the cooking counter and asked him strictly, "Don't fall to the floor, Sherlock, or I'll smash the French windows and throw you down from the second floor."

Sherlock is sitting in the dining chair, with one arm around the little Hamish who just learned to giggle, the little bean sprout-like arms are waving aimlessly, scratching Sherlock's beautiful chin, and Sherlock pushes the little Hamish with his lips to interfere with his fingers He opened it, picked up the sulfuric acid in the test tube with tweezers, and poured it into the culture medium. His exquisite eyes stared at the table, and then his hands trembled.

Sherlock threw the experimental equipment aside in annoyance, "John! You can't stand far away! You keep distracting me! Can you take a few more showers and wash off the sticky stuff on your body that I can't pull my nose out of?" The smell of opening! And this little thing with hands and feet!"

"I was forced by you to take a bath three times today. I'm about to peel off my skin." John shook the hot bottle twice, intending to feed the baby some sugar to quench his thirst. John turned his head and rushed to Sherlock's side with a strange scream. .

Sherlock stood by the window, holding little Hamish's creamy white feet with one hand, the warm cotton hat on the baby's head fell to the carpet, and his upside-down little arms scratched in the air.

"Give it to me." John held the bottle in one hand and opened his arms anxiously to him.

Sherlock glanced at the gadget in his hand, and threw it into John's arms like throwing a remote control, "You shouldn't refuse my brother's request to hire a babysitter."

John held his little baby with lingering fear, and the soft baby was still grinning in his arms, enjoying the parabola in the air like sliding down a slide on a rainbow.

John stuffed the bottle into little Hamish's delicate mouth and glared at him, "Even Mrs. Hudson is about to pack up and run away. I can't let innocent little girls jump into the fire pit of 221B again."

"Is this the fire pit?" Sherlock spun around and sank into the soft and comfortable armchair.

"You have three fingers of different colors in your refrigerator. The skull on your fireplace was once a living person. You just dissolved an eyeball with sulfuric acid in front of Hamish." John put the baby in a cradle by the fireplace ——The full moon gift from Lestrade, very practical.

John put down the bottle, sat opposite Sherlock, picked up the newspaper beside him, and was about to shake it.

"do not move."

John grabbed the newspaper and looked at him blankly, "What?"

"Newspapers will get in the way." Sherlock leaned his elbows on the arm of the sofa, his snow-white fingers overlapping and criss-crossing, standing on the edge of his sexy lips.

John followed his gaze and looked down, oh, his nursing shirt was soaked with milk again, there were two abrupt points on the clothes, the fabric was soaked into a dark color, John shook the newspaper directly to block his gaze.

The shrill clatter ripped the newspaper to shreds in the living room air.

Sherlock stood in front of the couch, pinching the nape of his neck with haughty palms, "living with you will wear me out. I cummed on your back four times last night. And I still can't turn off the fire, and my mind is still thinking What to do with you."

Not once did John.

"I can continue to use inhibitors after the baby is weaned, just bear with it," John raised his head to comfort him, "When the time comes, you and I will be at ease, just like when we first met, you can do experiments as you like in the house , I can watch an entire 60-minute episode.”

Sherlock didn't have to be so tired of entangled in the smell of lust all day long, struggling to get rid of it.

Oh, poor consulting detective who was once a work-oriented machine turned into an unbridled sex maniac.

I have to mention Moriarty again, his story is colorful, the devil is never boring, he is not just a simple hacker, Moriarty is a consulting criminal who stays in the depths of the spider web.

"Sounds like a couple name." John would get jealous of old things from time to time, "Maybe you two should get a room together and reunite. You licked him once, he must be looking forward to the follow-up, happy ending, you lay your foundation like The stump was driven into his body, marking him deep, and then he became pregnant, and then confinement in 221B, letting you hug from left to right."

"Two children? No...it's not good." Sherlock frowned in disgust, turning his head to stare at the little guy in the cradle, "He cried 32 times yesterday, one of which lasted only two seconds, and I haven't even had time to analyze him The reason for crying. How can I tolerate balls of wool that I can’t untie dangling in front of my eyes.”

■

When the child was two months old.

John's pelvis has completely recovered. Two months ago, he would sweat profusely even holding a wooden stick, but now he can carry the dirty clothes basket, and he can take the dirty clothes to the drum washing machine in the utility room on the third floor by himself beside. (Kudo Shinichi: Huh? Who called me?)

Thank goodness he's still heat-free this month, John thought, maybe he'll be back to normal after weaning the baby at 10 months - don't worry, it's still a long way off.

John carefully sorted the clothes, opened the door of the washing machine, stuffed it in, poured in a certain amount of detergent, started it, and then walked down the stairs again.

If it is said that Moriarty let John Watson go so easily, the reality is definitely not so dreamy. If it is true, Sherlock will not have to go to the police station to give a statement today, and Mycroft will not have to put eyeliner all around 221B, there is nothing special Important events, but Mrs. A pair of unfamiliar shoes was added to Hudson's wet and unused bridal room downstairs, and a ticking time bomb was installed on the opposite building.

John was deliberately abducted by Sherlock with a wrong message to go to the supermarket yesterday, and he bought a bunch of daily necessities with the crying child in his arms. Little Hamish was kicking around in the supermarket, his face was red from crying and his neck was thick, and he couldn't stop coaxing him no matter what , John was about to go crazy holding him, and the cruel Betas who were not restricted by fertility and lust were all watching jokes, and he realized how rare in London, Omega who had completely experienced childbirth like him, there was no one on the road. Meet several Alphas or Omegas who have experience raising children.

God knows whether those Alphas that overflowed to excess grew out of their shells from the ground like peanuts.

John came back in a hurry, and the bomb was told to be dismantled.

The detective's face was covered in sweat and dust, and he proudly raised a small steel ball to maintain the bomb level towards the evening sunset. He was having so much fun, his blood was boiling, and John guessed that he had forgotten which Omega he was sleeping with at night.

"It doesn't start with the word M, Sherlock, you can't put all your mind on such a dangerous demon." John soaked in the bathtub, rubbing the foam on Sherlock's hair vigorously with his fingertips. The three hints of IOU carved out by the knife finally came in handy in this case.

Moriarty figured John would be thinking about those three letters for the rest of his life, a warning, a warning that he was determined to separate John and Sherlock.

Sherlock turned around in the warm mist, pressed a kiss heavily on John's sweet lips, and asked tentatively, "How do you get my mind back, my dear John."

John bit his lip, Sherlock's sense of touch remained on it, John still couldn't sacrifice himself unreservedly to the detective at this moment, he couldn't have normal sex, John could indeed self-lubricate, but his cunt was still there Very fragile, can't bear any strong friction, and can be easily fucked.

John sighed, "I always have something else to attract you."

Sherlock wallowed in his sensual scent, wrapping his arms around John's body, "Where else? I hope you're not talking about your little head that cries in the middle of the night."

"Why is my head crying?"

"Sad God is not fair to it."

John raised the corner of his mouth angrily, "At least my crying little head is much better than when you lost control!"

Sherlock, with bubbles on his head, hugged him face to face, supported John's buttocks in the hot water, and John sat on Sherlock's lap with his legs spread, Sherlock smiled at him slightly, damn Fingers stroked along the crevice of John's buttocks, twirling on the asshole, pushing the fingertips in, John frowned for a moment.

"Almost tight." Sherlock rubbed his entrance lightly.

"It hurts..." John's nails left red marks on his shoulder.

The bathroom door rang twice suddenly, Mrs. Hudson's kind voice lingered outside the door, "It's like this John, my old friends in the club are urging me to come over to be a pawn, they reserved a table last night, I can't let them down, you two naughty I’ve been washing for an hour, and you’re almost running out of hot water for this week, so save some for me, my old bones will shatter in cold water.”

John and Sherlock laughed together in the bathtub.

■

When the baby was three months old, John was taken by surprise.

When John wrung out a handful of hot towels from the bathroom and walked back to the room, watching the baby sitting upright on Sherlock's pillow with his bud-like waist to incubate eggs, John took a step back excitedly at first, covering his mouth He couldn't breathe, then laughed a few times, quickly took out his mobile phone, bit his lower lip, took two photos of the little baby, and sent them to Sherlock.

Sherlock wrote back quickly, within two seconds.

-What's the meaning?

- look!Can sit!

- I can also climb Big Ben.

John choked on seeing the text message.

―Come on, Hamish is only 3 months old.

―I used Bach's concerto to do math problems when I was 2 years old.

―You are now competing with your unweaned son.

John put down his phone, sat on the edge of the bed, brought Hamish over, put him on his lap, and wiped his face with a hot towel.

The phone that had been put on hold rang again.

―When I was 3 years old, I would call my brother an idiot in different ways. I started to learn equestrianism at the age of 4, played my first boxing game at the age of 5, went to Oxford University at the age of 13, and left SH's first footprint in Scotland Yard at the age of 16.

―Enough, you are very powerful, you are so powerful that you can't even press the switch on the vacuum cleaner.

―Want to know who I am better at?

John stared at the phone, holding Hamish and typing with one hand, not wanting... He chuckled and shook his head, deciding to take a risk and delete the word word for word.

-tell me.

John hit send.

Sherlock arrived at the house at 11pm, and as he unbuttoned his scarf, he walked down the corridor into the room.

"How dare you answer me with that word."

John woke up from his sleep, propped himself up, and rubbed his eyes, "What word?"

Sherlock leaned down and pressed against his ear, "I, will, tell, tell, you, I, have, much, much, much, much." He picked John up from the bed, and John's legs were wrapped around his waist , supporting Sherlock's shoulder in surprise.

"How can you hug me, I'm fat!"

Panting, Sherlock held his ass and threw him up, "Yes, why are you getting fat again."

John had the best orgasm he'd ever had because of that hot text.

He clutched the curtain, panting violently, the full moon outside the window illuminated the room with only a small desk lamp turned on, John's incomparably delicious penis was tightly pressed into Sherlock's hot throat, the most powerful thing about Sherlock was not 8 seconds from the oil painting Recognizing a supernova on the Internet, this skill is indeed very powerful, John still deeply admires his little trick, obviously Sherlock has a more powerful and convincing talent.

John stretched out a hand to wrap around Sherlock's curly hair, and leaned against the window frame as if lacking oxygen. Sherlock sat on the ottoman, holding John's waist, holding John's fragile balls with his tongue, opening his mouth, and swallowing at the same time. Going into the mouth that was as hot as a furnace, he swallowed John's double balls forcefully into his throat, "Oh... oh..." John groaned, afraid that Sherlock would eat him raw with his teeth, John's nursing shirt was open As the milky white milk kept sliding down his body, Sherlock sent him out with the tip of his tongue, admiring John's parched mouth and flushed cheeks.

"I'm going to let you cum in my mouth, your pheromone-filled semen will numb my tongue for a while."

John nodded helplessly, he didn't know his name anymore, Sherlock cared for him with his moist and warm mouth, like John's penis was Sherlock's favorite thing in the world, like John was The teeth in his mouth were stickier than honey, and Sherlock scraped John's thin foreskin with his sharp teeth menacingly, John's legs were unsteady, and his plump buttocks were trembling uncontrollably.

Sherlock treats him as his own personal belongings and plays with him, "The best thing about me is that I bought the world's best Omega in a box when I was 27 years old. Every time I go to the scene of the case, the jealousy on Anderson's face shakes could fill the seas of England."

John was on the verge of collapse, teetering on the edge of the howling cliff, and beneath the cliff was a swallowing giant wave waiting to meet his rapid fall, John grabbed Sherlock's hair in confusion, "I don't know what you're talking about , please, let me come, I can't stand it."

■

Little Hamish has grown to 4 months.

221B held a party in the name of the little baby, inviting everyone they knew to gather in the apartment, it was lively, some new friends came, John met Molly Hooper in the laboratory for the first time, an Omega who is timid in front of strangers girl.

Only then did John realize that even though Sherlock Holmes was a freak, he was also a hot commodity, surrounded by so many unmarked Omegas, and he had been in a relationship for 27 years before that. Sherlock must have encountered the Omega around him in heat more than once in his life. He was obviously able to hold all kinds of dazzling temptations with strong self-control, but he had a big fall on John Watson.

When John was 11 years old, he sat cross-legged in front of the TV, his hands propped up his innocent little face, and his father and mother sat side by side on the double sofa to teach him Omega sex education.

The first rule of being an Omega is to never, never take the initiative to seduce an Alpha when neither of you wants to combine. Second, as an Omega, you can’t be pretentious. Don’t think that an Omega can own an Alpha. All Omegas in the world are In this way, it is very unreasonable, but this is the tradition left over from ancient times. Omega will never, never, and selfishly possess an Alpha. Thirdly, Omega is the lowest race in ABO, and it is used to vent desire and give birth. Tool, no matter how the society progresses, no matter which Omega obsesses with the meaningless ABO human rights law, this concept of disparity in status has always been deeply rooted, don't try to cross the border and teach Alpha a lesson, don't use your life to provoke Alpha.

See, John has violated almost all the taboos. Ordinary Omega has violated these taboos in front of Alpha, and has long been brutally abandoned, but John is standing happily in a heated room, secretly hiding in a corner and taking a sip. Taking a sip of champagne full of bubbles, Mycroft coughed fiercely on the sofa twice, "You want to hide it from Mycroft Holmes' eyes? I'm not so weak that I can't see what a person's back is doing!!"

The deterrent force in the voice was like a bolt from the blue.

John quickly spit the champagne back into the glass, wiped his lips with the back of his hand and turned around, with a straight face of denial, "I didn't drink it."

"Don't force me, ask my brother to test whether you are lying in front of so many people."

Sherlock, who is socially handicapped, immediately flashed a gleam of joy on his face as stiff as marble, and tried to jump up from the sofa. The handcuffs locked on the armrest of the sofa restrained him, and Sherlock roared in John's direction, using He pulled the handcuffs violently, then sat back on the sofa in a slump, the corners of his mouth curled into a straight line in frustration.

Lestrade, the patron of the handcuffs, smiled over a glass of sherry in front of the fireplace, "You're going to give John at least one day off!"

"You can't get little Holmes drunk! The alcohol seeps into your milk!" Mycroft reprimanded him rather harshly, putting John on the list of those worthy of Mycroft's wasted tongue.

Everyone in the room looked at him, including the two members of Lestrade's men. John put his wine glass aside with blushing cheeks. God, he was the only Omega in the whole room who had ever conceived and given birth.

He was the only one who would be called to the room to breastfeed by occasional cries, and the atmosphere in the living room after breastfeeding was obviously different again, everyone's eyes were shining, and they snickered at each other, John couldn't dare to think about them Talk about something behind your back.

They probably meant that John's milk was sufficient, and when they said this, they probably looked at Sherlock who was handcuffed and locked in the leather sofa, trying to confirm the answer with his eyes.

"Oh pimp Stanford, you and I have passed each other several times, and I have never had a reason to arrest you." Lestrade looked at Stanford, who was often mistaken for being pregnant with his round belly. He just walked up from the living room door and put his little The gift was placed in John's hands.

"The amazing Omega in Scotland Yard, haha," Stanford laughed heartily twice, "You should take a break from your work and get pregnant as soon as possible."

Lestrade glared at him with a look of "I'm the sheriff."

"So?" Stanford took Mrs. Hudson handed him the drink and shrugged at the unfriendly sheriff, "As long as you are an Omega, you have to have a baby. It's better to have a baby early than late."

"Not necessarily, I choose another path."

"What way?" Stanford gossiped curiously.

"I'm an unmarriageist."

"Oh... First of all, having a baby has nothing to do with being married or not," Stanford said with a glance at John. "Secondly, it's a waste of resources for an Omega that can conceive and not to conceive, and it's taking revenge on society."

"I can't sweep a red-light district with a big belly, you say."

"Hahahaha..." Stanford avoided this sensitive topic, "I can't imagine you commanding your subordinates with a big belly..."

Lestrade turned his head to find Mycroft staring at him with a sparkle. "Stop." Lestrade ordered him simply.

Mycroft looked at him innocently, "I didn't do anything."

"I tell you to stop imagining, if you dare to pass my big belly out of your mind again, I will shoot you in the head."

Mycroft looked away resentfully.

"Mr. Holmes, one day, Omega will rise up, and then a revolution will overthrow the entire ABO society, and the blood will be exchanged to become OBA. Omega will throw the baby into Alpha's arms after birth, and let you obediently make milk bottles at home. In this future, you Does this politician look forward to it?" Stanford's joke made the faces of the Alphas in the room suddenly turn sunny to cloudy, cloudy to cloudy, and soon there will be lightning and thunder.

John hurriedly carried the happy little angel Hamish out of the room to ease the atmosphere. When everyone saw the creamy bean sprouts, their enthusiasm disappeared immediately, and the whole room was full of warm smiles, enjoying themselves.

■

Sherlock actually had the chance to take John's leave in a few days when he was going to Baskerville to meet a red-eyed and phosphorescent magic dog.

This is a long-distance business trip, and it takes more than 3 hours by train to leave London for two weeks.

John saw him off at the door with little bean sprouts Hamish in his arms, "Must go for two weeks?"

Sherlock put the large luggage into the back of the taxi, and looked back at him, "Why don't you accept my suggestion, you hand the baby to the nanny, and then you go with me, you are healthy enough to travel far, I will take It's okay to take risks with you."

John looked up at him, smiling and shaking his head. "Come back alive, my Holmes."

Sherlock didn't know where he was touched by this sentence, and a hazy mist appeared in his eyes, as if it was the first time in his life that he heard someone say goodbye to him so reluctantly. He stared at John, his eyes suddenly changed. Softly, Sherlock looked down at him, and shyly raised the brim of his deerstalker hat with his fingers, looked at the passers-by next to him, quickly lowered his head and kissed John's forehead, "I will."

John watched his car drive away in dismay, then turned around and went to the sandwich shop to grab a lunch.

He has lost his appetite recently, Mrs. Hudson's meals are often very rich, and John can't eat it for several days. He just got away with bread dipped in some soup, and feels a little ashamed of the old lady.

It has been three days since Sherlock left London. During these three nights, John held the baby to watch TV, read, and use the Internet to research the functions of the blog. His hands were itchy and he wanted to record the daily life of the freak, Sherlock Text him whenever I can, complaining about Baskerville's maddening fog and shoe-eating mud.

It seems that the detective's business trip has encountered a bottleneck. Without John to pass on the light of wisdom, Sherlock is surrounded by doubts. John is a little worried that Sherlock's trip will be extended, and it is impossible to end it so optimistically.

Almost every text message was telling clues in great detail, without any hint of flirting, and once Sherlock was out of John's magnetic range, he was as calm as a rock in the wilderness.

John held the child in his arms and put the beautiful little boy into the crib on the third floor. Little Hamish was very young but very smart. His big eyes tempered by stars could clearly see every move of the adults. , I can even tell if the adult's affection for him is just pretending, Sherlock is very serious about the cream dumplings he made, never teasing or coaxing, and often carrying them too much like a plastic bag from a convenience store Hamish walked around the house wearing Hamish's collar, but little Hamish still loved to sit in Sherlock's lap and nibble on a pacifier all day.

Maybe it's the smell of Sherlock that makes him feel safe. After all, he is his biological father. If Sherlock allows, Hamish can sleep on his chest with snot bubbles for an hour or two. Hamish cherishes this opportunity very much. It is very small, basically It is rare to meet in hundreds of years. Once you get it, you will use your little bean sprout-like fist to grab Sherl