[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Sherlock is obsessed with work, he often works without sleep for 3 days and 2 nights, he considers himself an efficient case-handling machine with unreal stamina - at least he is when he is away from John.

He seldom thinks that he is a powerful Alpha. The strong penis cannot grow two legs to help him arrest the murderer. The brain on the top of the head can reveal the truth. He never admits that he is led by lust Alpha with a low quality, but as soon as he returns to 221B full of milk, he can't list any convincing arguments to defend him.

Now all the blood in his body was concentrated in his brain, and Sherlock was panting the cold air in the late night mist. In the endless swamp, there were ghostly magic dogs roaming. He just got rid of one, obviously more than one. Only.

Exactly as the client described, the fur of the magic dog that jumped up from hell was green, glowing faintly in the night, and its paws were bigger than a human face.

Sherlock crossed the frightening and desolate prairie edge of Baskerville, and returned to the country inn to warm up in front of the fireplace. The Omega marked by the innkeeper handed him a glass of calming whiskey. Sherlock quietly smelled the smell of this Omega, With Omega's natural and attractive hormones, it is also accompanied by the dangerous pungent feeling of Alpha's menacing territory.

John should be like this in front of other people's feet, the strong smell of breastfeeding is undeniably mixed with Sherlock's smell, faintly warning others, who, who, is, has, qualified, qualified, moves, him.

The wood burning in the fireplace crackled, and Lestrade sat on a high stool in front of the counter, carefully checking their purchase ledger with the innkeeper, questioning them about smuggling so much meat to entertain the few guests , or to entertain a certain little wild dog tied up in a cave deep in the mountains.

Sherlock stood in front of the fireplace, staring at the warm flames entering the sanctuary of thinking, a long string of Morse code with blue-green fluorescent flashed through his mind, Sherlock was a little uneasy, he looked up Looking out of the dark window, at two o'clock in the morning, not a single starlight can be seen in the foggy sky, and the gloomy tree branches are covered with frost flowers born in the countryside.

The phone vibrated.

Sherlock took the phone out of his pocket, turned it neatly in his hand, and slid open the screen lock.

—Come back, I'm in heat, help me.

Sherlock stared at the phone screen for a long time, blinked his big eyes, and froze for three seconds, Sherlock quickly replied with a brief reply.

-I see.

He raised his head, smothered the whiskey in his throat, and the scalding alcohol flowed into his stomach.

The phone vibrated again.

―I'm dying, I wet the whole sheet, I want something hard and thick to come inside me.

Sherlock's newly grown heart suddenly slowed down, pounding!thumping!There was a heavy impact in the chest cavity, and the blood near his brain began to fall disobediently. Sherlock took a deep breath into his lungs, desperately maintaining his sanity, and moved his fingers extremely nimbly twice.

―I will try my best, and I will end the case as soon as possible.

- I can't last long.

―Hold on, divert attention.

— come back, please.

Sherlock put his phone in his pants pocket and walked over to Lestrade, "What's new?"

Lestrade turned to look at him, "I don't, do you?"

"Client wanted to kill his psychiatrist with a pistol."

"His psychiatrist finally drove him crazy? Oh, I have a headache." Lestrade closed the ledger and pushed it back to the innkeeper, propping his arm on the high counter to support his temple, "I'm not like you, I Not a machine, I have to rest for a few hours. What are you going to do before dawn?"

"think."

"I understand, Holmes's bedtime exercise, see you tomorrow." Lestrade got off the high stool, stretched, grabbed the coat on the back of the chair, and put it in his arms.

"What will happen if an Omega is in heat without help?"

"It will die." Lestrade summed it up succinctly. "Other than that, I really can't think of anything that could directly kill an Omega."

"No Omega will die because of dissatisfaction with desire." Sherlock said calmly.

"I really don't want to use my own personal experience to give you an example, lest you look down on me." The sheriff sighed, as if he felt sorry for his Omega background.

"But not really that soon. At least until morning."

Lestrade was silent in the air for a long time, and he finally realized, "Oh my God, your Omega is in trouble. How could he go into heat so quickly while breastfeeding? I really still don't understand him What a breed of Omega! You've seen him in heat last time, it was terrible, God bless him."

Sherlock's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of melancholy, and he turned his face to the side, and there were a few wrinkles between his brows.

The first time he saw John in heat, John was almost dead in his arms, unable to move, hot all over, with tears in his eyelashes.

"It's still 4 hours until the morning. When you catch the morning train back, anyway, if you can reach London before noon, John will have to carry it for nearly 10 hours alone." Lestrade also sighed worriedly.

Sherlock turned around in silence, leaving his back to the Sheriff.

Two minutes later, as soon as Lestrade walked up to the second floor of the hostel, he heard a sound of glass shattering from the yard. The sheriff hurried down the stairs, bent down and lay on the window of the stairs, and wiped away the fog on the glass with his fingers, dumbfounded. Watching Sherlock smash windows and steal a guest's car under the watchful eye of the law enforcer.

"Here we go again..." Lestrade shook his head at the taillights of the departing car through the window glass. "Another Holmes has to come to Scotland Yard to pay his bail again."

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At 4:25 a.m., a small car full of wilderness mud rushed up the silent London street like a bow and arrow, crashing into the parking meter with a bang, and thick white smoke was blowing from the front of the car.

A terrifying Alpha with bloodshot eyes sprang out of the car, and Sherlock wasted 10 precious minutes in the night calling a sound mobility aid, he opened the taxi door and got in, kicking his butt Get in the car.

Sherlock put an arm on the car window, put his finger on his soft lips, and the colorful neon lights on the advertising board flashed outside the taxi window. Getting closer and shortening constantly, Sherlock leaned back on the seat cushion in a trance, the air was lingering with a faint pleasure, Sherlock's stomach diaphragm was unbearably restless, he gritted his teeth subconsciously, the driver looked back at the mirror without She glanced at him with an expression.

Inexplicably want to match the picture

Sherlock retracted his fingers, grabbed the fabric in the pocket of his coat, and tried his best to control it. He hadn't even reached the corner of Baker Street.

The taxi driver stopped at the traffic light, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, listening to the occasional low growl from the back seat, Sherlock gritted his teeth and closed the window tightly, but it didn't help at all, his veins began to Boiling, burning, the adrenal nerves protruded from the depths of the flesh, and a match that was about to move was approaching him, Sherlock lowered his eyelids, watching his majestic part propped up in the crotch with a half-erect arc, He stretched out his hand and savagely tore off his scarf, threw it on the seat, a drop of hot sweat slipped from his graceful neck, the car finally started and drove into the area of ​​Baker Street, 221B was not far away.

The air in the car suddenly condensed, tightening Sherlock's heart, his uncontrollable breathing quickened, he quickly took out the change, handed it to the driver with trembling fingers, and fell out of the car, he held on to the pole and stood up straight, no longer caring about staying in the car. The scarf in the car.

oh! Sherlock raised his head downstairs in the apartment and took a deep breath. What exactly is this strong and sweet pheromone made of? What kind of superior pussy can secrete such a heart-pounding, desire-inducing smell, Sherlock violently Panting, he walked to the door of the apartment and looked for the key in his pocket. He remembered that the key was in Baskerville's suitcase.

A burst of powerful temptation swept down from upstairs like a tornado, enveloping Sherlock's whole body, passing through his spine to Sherlock's penis, he stood upright at the gate, the vigorous erection in his crotch was as hard as a rock With his cock ready for command, Sherlock couldn't help but slammed his shoulder against the door, "Mrs. Hudson!"

It was less than 5 o'clock in the morning, and the old lady was sleeping soundly with earmuffs on.

Sherlock slammed the door hard again and again. The material of the apartment door was chosen by himself. It was very strong, very strong, and it didn't move. Sherlock stretched out his hands and scratched at the door of 221B on the front porch steps, leaving nails on the door. Unbearable scratches, "John!! Open the door!! Let me in!!"

The wonderful smell drilled into Sherlock's nose through all the gaps in the wall, and penetrated into the depths of his sense of smell one after another. The dopamine that controls emotions is trembling and twitching uncontrollably in his head, and Sherlock is lying on the door , indulging in this sweet fragrance.

"John...let me in...I smell you..." Sherlock was tired of lingering at the door for a while, then stepped back a few steps, staring at the upstairs window, and he took off his long hair that was in the way Throwing his coat on the stone floor, his slender and white fingers firmly pressed the pulsating temples on both sides of his forehead, but he was still uncontrollable, he was flying like a fairy, he was ready to go, fanatical, irritable, surging, He is the only Alpha in the whole world who can be teased by this sticky smell.

How much he wanted to tear down the whole apartment immediately, catch that fragrant and delicious Omega from the ruins, press John under his swollen crotch, hug John's honey-like flesh tightly, clasping his fingers and sticking his palms together , violated him thoroughly.

Sherlock grabbed the iron frame on the sidewalk out of control, and flipped over twice. He is a natural climber. Sherlock jumped into the small yard on the first floor, and the ripe smell in the air immediately filled him with strength. His John was doing something upstairs, was he fucking himself horny with his fingers, three or four, pumping and thrusting in his narrow, hot cunt, squeezing his extremely horny prick while slender Whispering to mark his Alpha name.

Sherlock grabbed the hose by the window frame and stepped on Mrs. Hudson placed the window sills of small potted plants. He was willing to climb the towering city walls for this incomparable Omega. Even with the thin atmosphere, he climbed to the moon precariously, and he was not afraid.

Sherlock stepped on a crack in the bricks, climbed to the second floor, pushed open the window of his room, put his hands on the window eaves, leaned his body into the tulle curtain, and then fell in, Sherlock got up from the floor, gasping for breath , he couldn't help immediately recalling Lestrade's voice, what kind of Omega is John, this time the estrus is more violent than the last one, the heavy sweetness tightly entwined in the trachea almost wants the strong Alpha on the spot drowned.

"I smelled you too... Sher... lock... I hope I'm not hallucinating, I really don't have the strength to get up and open the door for you..." John whimpered in pain, clutching the headboard with both hands, his butt There was a pillow sitting on it, with his back to the pillow that was ravaging Sherlock wetly at the end of the bed.

Sherlock watched him ruin his pillow, couldn't tell where he was at the moment, his chest was about to explode, he walked forward desperately, reached the end of the bed, stretched out his arms and grabbed John's ankles, John let go to support his body The headboard of the bed jumped onto the mattress and bumped twice, and his naked body was dragged over.

John lay weakly on the mattress, his body trembling uncontrollably, his voice pleaded, "I want you...I want you right away."

"I'm here, I'm filling you up."

Sherlock crouches down behind him, palms resting on John's arm, unzips his trousers, pulls out his fiery cock, can't do anything else, pushes the loaded prick firmly between John's buttocks, and pushes it into his hungry cock In the den.

John's spine continued to tremble, his hands gripping the sheets and howling in pain.

Sherlock's cock felt a little strange in the mouth of his hole, Sherlock froze for a moment, held John's little butt, fingers separated him, Sherlock stared straight at his sweet nest, wet, lustful, a transparent glass The test tube was tightly clamped there, and as John breathed, it shrank back and forth at the opening of the passageway. The pink flesh wrapped the opening of the test tube, and a fifteen-centimeter-long test tube was completely inserted into his narrow and beautiful in the pussy.

"Look at what you're doing!" Sherlock growled in complaint.

John's cute little face hid in the sheets, with unspeakable shame, "I'm sorry, Sherlock, I'm sorry, I know I won't be able to pull it out but I can't help it, and this is the most common thing you touch in this house ,I can not hold it in."

"No wonder some people say that Omega will die in heat. You are committing suicide!" Sherlock carefully observes the hole that shrinks with his breathing, and the fingertips that hide the raging desire are twirling around the edge of the test tube, the smooth glass and the tight passage There is no air in between, and it cannot be pushed in or pulled out.

Sherlock knelt on the floor at the end of the bed, bowed his head, held John's little ass, buried his cheek in the gap between his buttocks, and licked John's sweet pussy with his tongue.

"Ah~~~~~" John twisted his waist under his tongue, "I want~~~~~~ Don't torture me like this..."

Sherlock's lovely lips were stained with his lust, and he had to raise his head to take a breath, "If you were a little smarter than Evergreen, I would have fucked you speechless."

"Um... sorry..." John pouted his shameful ass at him again, the tube that was destined to be a laughingstock was still contracting rhythmically in his pink lair with his horny cunt.

Sherlock imagined the position of John wetting the test tube with saliva and stuffing it into his intestines. He was either kneeling or sitting on the head of the bed, facing the window and whispering Sherlock's name while putting the test tube Spinning to open himself, John's toes must have curled up in pleasure at that moment, the scene must have been very obscene, very fascinating.

Sherlock used his lips to push John's flesh flap away, and his tongue sank into his hole, Sherlock sucked tightly at the door of his tunnel, his teeth scraped John's delicate flesh flap, John moaned violently, shaking endlessly, Sherlock held him down, and with a beep, the test tube was bitten between his delicate teeth, and pulled out, Sherlock was sweating profusely, panting, spat the test tube into the palm of his hand, and plugged it back into John's trembling hole Outside.

"You like being fucked by this cold thing?"

Sherlock hit his hole with the test tube hard, John moaned softly with hunger and thirst, Sherlock heard the sound of liquid slapping on the sheet at this moment, Sherlock pulled the test tube away from the door of his pussy, and threw it He reached John's cheek, held up his butt in surprise, a long stream of transparent liquid overflowed from John's vagina, fell down, hung between John's legs, one drop, one drop, fell on the on the sheets.

"You are... outrageous." Sherlock was very, very surprised. He had only seen such a flood of self-lubrication when he was in the delivery room. Sherlock's hot palm wiped his wet buttocks, scratching He grabbed John's testicles and stroked them deeply twice.

John couldn't kneel anymore, trembling violently, he turned his head and looked at Sherlock eagerly, his dark blue eyes misty, "I said... I really wet the whole sheet... "

Sherlock mounted the horse again with the gun in hand, he slapped John's little butt, the room crackled, and John immediately clutched the sheets in anticipation and waited, "If you don't come in, I'm going to die immediately."

"I won't let you die. You are simply better than all the good things in the world. I don't want to let you die."

Sherlock pinched the penis, poked John's shameless entrance, pushed it in, John instinctively twisted back, and actively swallowed Sherlock's huge penis, the tight pussy wrapped around Sherlock's foreskin, and John let out a comfortable cry Hearing, the tunnel contracted violently, clamped tightly, Sherlock looked at the part where he and John were connected, and suddenly felt his whole body was covered by warm tide, he growled, the penis couldn't wait to be in John's tunnel before it penetrated With two hard thrusts, John's pink flesh flaps were flipped out, trembling under Sherlock's nose.

Fiery, satin-like fiery.

John's forehead hit the mattress, and with Sherlock's strength, his little butt pushed back hard, pressing against Sherlock's lower abdomen, his buttocks turned around on Sherlock's lower abdomen, and the hip seam rubbed the slightly curled root of Sherlock's penis The pubic hair, the narrow passage sharpened the full-sized penis like a test, Sherlock was sucked in by him forcefully, his legs flooded with intense pleasure, and he couldn't pull it out for a while, he lay on John's back with difficulty, arms supported Holding on to the mattress, steadying his body, he gasped next to John's ear, "My dear John, you are trying to crush me, how did you learn that?"

John lay on all fours on the mattress, bit his lip and shook his head hard, "It wasn't...intentional..."

"That's good..." Sherlock kissed his sweet, sweaty back, and John submissively relaxed a little, and Sherlock withdrew his cock, which was covered with a layer of glowing self-lubricating, swollen Once again the red cock head parted his precious Watson without hesitation, and Sherlock thrust his back through him with great stamina.

John groaned in pieces under him, "Sherlock... ah... Sherlock..."

Sherlock was still pumping his hips with full engine, raised his hand in the middle of the thrust, took off his little suit, threw it aside, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled out his soaked cock.

John slumped on the bed sheet in emptiness, scratching the white sheet cloth with his fingers hungrily, "Don't stop, honey, don't stop, I've been thinking about you all night, you can't just fuck me twice and leave."

Sherlock was panting out of breath, with hot air billowing from his beautiful lips, "I'm not going, don't worry, I'll continue." Sherlock kicked off all the shoes and socks efficiently, and kicked off the trousers, He broke John's body and let his beautiful body lie on his back. John opened his hands, hugged Sherlock's shoulders tightly, and opened his thighs to Sherlock without reservation, and Sherlock's penis was pressed again he.

John hugged his body so lovingly, "I needed you, and you came back. I love you."

Sherlock propped himself up, staring at John's facial features, his eyelashes stained dark with sweat, his cheeks flushed with dissatisfaction, Sherlock licked his sweaty neck, his lips wrapped around John's delicious little mouth, plundering The temperature on his lips, John opened his lips, and Sherlock invaded his mouth with his burning tongue, so flexible that he scraped John's palate skillfully, in the gap where John was kissed by his own tongue until it was dark and about to melt, The cock went deep into him.

"Say it again."

"I love you, Sherlock, and being with you is the best thing in my life."

Sherlock kissed him on the lips as a reward, grabbed the headboard with both hands, and thrust him with a squeaky sound, John's body kept shaking up and down on the mattress, screaming wantonly in his throat, Sherlock looked Looking at the milk flowing down from his body, sticking out his tongue to lick up from his ribs, the tip of his tongue circled John's sweet areola, and lightly hit his nipples, John moaned in pleasure under him, nipples Standing upright because of his teasing, the milky milk spreads everywhere, and the little ass writhes lewdly under Sherlock's strength, Cheng Huan.

With the help of the bed frame, Sherlock inserted harder and harder, pulled out, and his thighs slapped John's buttocks intimately. Sherlock had the illusion of returning to the first night. He had been useless for 6 months and 11 days. The cock is so hot and lingering inside John's body, feel the throbbing of his sphincter deep in the sphincter on the verge of orgasm.

This is an Omega for him only, and no one can touch it. John's neck is a forbidden area for outsiders. John's beautiful breasts that will develop when he is pregnant with a child can only be ravaged by him. Even Hamish is just borrowing from him. Sherlock had the magnanimity to allow his little seed to suck John's luscious tit with his lips the way he did.

How did John meet him? John went to Afghanistan, was transferred to India, was injured, and was extradited back to China, so the two unrelated parallel lines have a point of overlap. If John follows Omega's usual route, graduates, and chooses a fixed job in the hospital If he is a civil servant, then he will never get involved with a freak who deals with criminals every day in a corner of London.

If John and Sherlock passed each other strangely at the intersection, would John turn his head and look at him more.

Sherlock contradicted him intently, without stopping for a moment, he let go of the bedside table, moved his fingertips on John's arm looking for comfort, held his wet palm, and kissed John's lips infinitely obsessively.

They switched from missionary position to riding position, Sherlock turned over and lay down on the sheets, John climbed onto him with difficulty, put his hands on Sherlock's chest, lifted his little butt, Sherlock held his penis, John lowered Panting, he sat down slowly aiming at the firm top, the weight of his body made John's whole little ass completely press on Sherlock's genitals, and when Sherlock's penis reached the end of John's rectum, he let out a cry, and John trembled and opened his eyes Opening his eyes, twisting up and down like an oil-filled piston, he couldn't help but pull Sherlock's cock inside him, and John swallowed hard to swallow the profuse saliva, with the pre-cum of adoration coming from John's cock The urethral opening dripped onto Sherlock.

Sherlock met his eyes on the mattress, John seemed to be infected by the heat in his eyes, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and with all his remaining strength, he sat on Sherlock's cock, landed, and would be possessing it arrogantly Swallowing his cock deep, clamping with sadistic force.

Sherlock's blue veins suddenly bulged, he yelled hastily, grabbed John's buttocks, his fingertips turned white, his thighs trembled violently, Sherlock rolled over vigorously, pressed John under him, and lifted John's legs, John His knees were almost pressed to his shoulders, and Sherlock slammed into his black hole-eating lair twice, and then Sherlock used the most self-control in his life to pull out his wet cock from the depths of his charming vortex, Kneeling straight up, he pinched the avatar that was so hard that it would break if he knocked it, and rubbed it hard twice. Alpha's knot was quickly stretched in his palm, and Sherlock re-stuffed his penis stretched out of the knot into John's hole, The cock head was wrapped around the entrance of John's melting furnace, and he ejaculated wildly inside.

John opened his thighs to welcome his hot semen, Sherlock finished venting out of breath, there was a moment of silence in the bed, pulled out, the semen was not poured deep, and spread along John's buttocks to the sheet.

John smiled and looked up at him from under the sheets, with the triumph of manipulating Sherlock in his eyes, as if announcing openly that when John Watson wanted Sherlock Holmes to come, he had no choice but to come.

Sherlock stared at him unwillingly, his chest heaving unsteadily, "Remember I still have to get something back from you." Sherlock warned him sternly, don't try to do the opposite and manipulate Holmes, who is extremely controlling.

Once Sherlock's cock was pulled out, John fell into the endless tormenting emptiness again, John couldn't laugh anymore, he climbed up in the messy mattress, hugged Sherlock's body, obsessed in his alpha smelling Grind on a strong body.

Sherlock pinched his greedy face, "You hungry Omega, I fucked you for more than an hour and you still can't get enough to vent it?"

John was trembling in his hands, and Sherlock watched him pitifully endure the surge of heat, John hummed in a low voice, "I hate that I'm an Omega...I hate..." John cursed, falling limp on his knees, Instinctively pouted to know the taste, the little buttock was not satisfied, "...Sherlock...give me a little more..."

Sherlock took a deep breath, and he held John's ass again. No matter how much John annoyed him and hurt his self-esteem, the little ass still attracted him strongly, and Sherlock swore to fuck John directly this time Shattered, to crush John's body with an orgasm, until John twitched violently, and then the twitch turned into a spasm, cumming all over the bed more violently than Sherlock.

John clutched the headboard of the bed, listening to the echo of Sherlock's testicles slapping his buttocks violently, the two made love endlessly, Sherlock continued to satisfy him, the sweat of hard work dripped into the sheets, John was as expected to be tortured to death by him , the orgasm made the brain go blank, and Sherlock also opened the knot outside his body several times, and the ejaculation was a mess, and the mattress was full of unbearable traces of lust.

The next hour passed, and then another hour passed, and Sherlock couldn't count how long it had passed, the window turned from darkness to fish-belly white, and now it was a large area of ​​sunshine, and the two of them were cumming on the bed, Sherlock once , Satisfied John again and again, and John reached the peak again and again with the same tacit understanding.

But Sherlock found that the smell of John in heat was still sticking to his nose like taffy, lingering and showing no sign of letting go, John's little den was swollen and red from his fucking, but John was still greedy Ask him.

John whimpered under the friction of his slowing speed, "...why...why I just can't stop..."

Sherlock's hair was drenched with sweat, and he licked his dry lips as the baby monitor on the nightstand wailed.

The two turned their heads at the same time, looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table pointing to 11:5 noon, Sherlock swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he vaguely remembered that he fell into John's trap at around 6 o'clock in the morning, six hours had passed before he knew it many hours.

John gasped under him, "You... hurry back..."

Sherlock nodded, pulled out his hard-working avatar from his body, wrapped a thin sheet around his body, opened the door, and a bright light from outside the room rushed towards him, Sherlock narrowed his stinging pupils, suddenly couldn't stand still, Stretching out his hand to support the wall of the corridor, he moved step by step to the living room, and quickly poured a large glass of water on the cooking table to replenish his moisture.

Omega doesn't need any supplements in heat except a thick and hard penis, which is really unfair to the hard-working Alpha, Sherlock tilted his head back and poured a second glass of water, he almost fainted from dehydration just now Collapsed in the corridor, he traveled long distances, and hadn't eaten for more than three days while working in that small country. Sherlock suffered from severe hypoglycemia, and at the same time, he was swaying and sniffing the scent of lust calling him in the air. , the sound of footsteps came from downstairs, Mrs. Hudson came up with breakfast as usual.

"Sherlock? Did I smell you? Why did you come back early?" The landlady's voice sounded so pleasant at this moment, Sherlock was wrapped in a sheet, hiding the huge pillar standing under the sheet, he He rushed to the landlady's wife like a hungry tiger, stretched out his hand, grabbed a large piece of bread, tore it open and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Oh! You never eat directly with your hands. What's wrong with you today! Listen, your little Hamish is about to cry the roof down. Did you knock over the bee sugar bowl in the house? How can you be so greasy? It made me dizzy." Mrs. Hudson put the dinner plate on the small square table with some fluttering in his brain.

Sherlock followed like a child begging for candy, and sat in the chair, cheeks bulging