[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

John stayed in one of the small rooms in the high-rise apartment that Stanford had arranged for him as a temporary residence on the Strand. He felt uncomfortable not because the environment was too bad. There were soft mattresses, clean carpets, and Seeing the floor-to-ceiling windows of the wonderful Thames River, 24-hour hot water supply, even though these conditions serve him very well, John is still dissatisfied. His next door and his downstairs are all fucking whoring customers.

This is London's famous red light district, a high-end romantic venue.

He doesn't have to pick up customers until he is completely marked and abandoned by a special Alpha, but he has to wait patiently until the smell of Sherlock Holmes on his body is completely and completely gone before he can go to the next auction, so the price will be higher, pure and flawless or something The selling point is the most able to satisfy the appetite of those rich Alphas.

John was wearing the clothes he was going out, lying on the soft double bed in a big shape. Before he moved into this room, he didn't know how many prostitutes had sex with Omega.

Those Omegas who had to spend the rest of their lives in this romantic field, without exception, were played with by others and no one wanted them.

This is the tragic fate of Omega. John is not Alpha. Alpha will not be marked with a scent no matter whether he plays the role below or above, and he cannot be as free as Beta. Any partner is fine, because Bata will not be marked by anyone and cannot be marked by anyone, and will never be like a conditioned Omega in his life, at the mercy of estrus.

A single misstep can overturn his whole life, bind him, imprison him, and never get rid of it.

John raised his hand and observed his ordinary or even ordinary body. He was a superior Omega, a fact he only discovered when he was in college. He was in heat for the first time since he was 11 years old. At that time, his parents who loved him had expected it. The young John was effectively suppressed by drugs and did not cause earth-shattering disasters. John had a small disaster in high school because of a cold and heat, which caused bullets and chaos, and his college heat The pattern is also unusual.

He was rectified at the time.

The classmates in the medical department peeked at him hiding in the locker room after the physical education class to take inhibitors, and all snickered and replaced his inhibitors with anti-inflammatory drugs that tasted similar to the inhibitors.

As a result, John lost all his drug barriers when he went to school the next day, exposing his Omega charm in an instant. When he realized the strong erotic atmosphere floating around him, it was too late. All the Alphas in the school They came out in full force, and followed him along the corridor of the school road.

This scene was really terrifying. He wasn't in heat at all at the time, but his normal body odor was already equivalent to an Omega in strong heat, which was enough to make these young and energetic Alphas push him into the classroom with enthusiasm. .

John still vividly remembers how he stood on the cafeteria table and fought his way out.

Countless Alpha crawled towards him with teeth and claws.

He fought bloody battle among the bustling crowds, his knuckles were covered with blood from the nose bones of the Alphas, the red blood dripped down the shoe surface along the crevices of his fingers, no one served as his foreign aid, he fought alone, After being beaten, Stanford hid outside the window and watched with his head shrunk. Fortunately, John was still strong enough at that time, with swollen eyelids that were made into boiled eggs, and warm blood flowing from his forehead, standing in the center of Alpha and standing still , until the moment when the school called the police.

Unlike the previous nights when he was limp on the steps with his whole body covered in heat, if it weren't for Sherlock Holmes, John would have been gang-raped into a rag, and even the brothel wouldn't take him in.

A spoiled Omega is worthless.

John hated his parentage again.

Before finding a decent and affordable house from the outside with his own ability, he had to stay in this promiscuous temporary residence for the time being.

Back then, he was wounded while helping his comrades by a river. His comrades were shot in the spine and were seriously injured. The hope of rescue was slim, but John, as a field doctor, still couldn’t abandon him. The stretcher at the bottom has been carrying the wounded up to the high ground through all kinds of hardships, but was ambushed by the enemy army midway and shot in the shoulder. John thought he would die in a hospital in India, so he rested in pain for two months. After his physical examination report came out, a hospital in the UK offered to help him. As a result, he was taken advantage of by the unscrupulous hospital as soon as he returned to China. Dangerous, it was resold 3 times, no, exactly 4 times including Sherlock Holmes.What is outrageous is that the country that John Watson loyally served turned a blind eye to this. Great Britain is a strong, unreasonable Alpha oppressing the humble and small John Watson, and there are even more excessive and unreasonable Alphas. It was John who wanted to continue to serve the country willingly in his heart. He no longer needed to serve in the army, but the dog tag around his neck had not been taken off yet.

This is his natural attribute. Once he believes in his belief, he will be consistent and unwavering.

Starting today, he was finally able to live a normal life. Stanford did not stop him from going to the clinic to find some odd jobs, and allowed him to do 2 surgeries in the clinic to earn some food expenses to make ends meet.

John's certificate was still held in the hands of Stanford who bought him from the pier. Without the certificate, he could not prove his background and education. Without a degree, he could not apply for a job in a regular hospital. Occasionally, when the clinic was understaffed, he went to use his suture technique, which made his expenses very tight. He couldn't even survive, and he couldn't even afford the inhibitors.

Not to mention paying ransom fees to Stanford.

This old classmate, friendship is friendship, business is business. In Stanford's shameless words, he already treats John like a parent, and John is now being hidden in his golden house. He just needs to live obediently in the soft and comfortable small room in Fengyuechang He will not run away, he will be fed with what he needs to eat three times a day, and the warm clothes will be put on him properly. Except that he will be a little boring and boring on weekdays, John will live as relaxed and happy as in heaven .

John didn't agree with him at all.

He stayed here solidly guarding the emptiness for 6 months. Fat Stanford deeply buried the tip of his nose in his hair, and then gave him a thumbs up, as if he had finished testing a freshly baked product and passed the test. .

John finally got rid of the imprint given to him by the weird detective completely, regained his pure and clear Omega smell, and he was forced to stop the drug all night tonight, just to disturb those blood-headed people while sitting in the chair of the auction house. Alpha, made them nervous, desperately trying to get John Watson's bloody asking price, and then Stanford sat behind the curtain and licked his fingers wetly counting stacks of rusty bills.

John was sitting under the spotlight, staring impatiently at a corner where there was no one there, keeping his melancholy and sad gaze.

After a noisy hour, he was bought by an Alpha.

Surprisingly it was a woman.

IreneAdler, nicknamed the sadistic queen.

John was brought into the backstage by the auction house's staff to prepare for the "packaging process". He asked Stanford, "What exactly does the sadistic queen mean?"

"That means she's very keen on that." Stanford leaned into John's ear, lowered his voice mysteriously, "SM, whip, femdom, whatever."

"You can't really give me to her, I can't accept SM, let alone whipping and training in front of me, I don't like it, I don't enjoy it at all, and if I get into her hands, in case I want to replace a It's not ridiculous for a woman to have a baby."

Female Alphas have an obvious characteristic. They are strong and irresistible. The irony is that they are obviously female but have uterine defects and cannot bear children. Instead, they have to rely on other female Omega or male Omega to carry on the family, such as John Watson.

She must have sniffed out John's unlimited potential in the seat, so she put all her energy into snatching it with another competitor all night, with the look of vowing not to give up.

"Maybe she doesn't want to ask you to have a baby, maybe she just wants to spoil you." Stanford patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "If she dares to spoil you, please contact me as soon as possible, and I will find a way Save you. We are all Omegas who suffer."

"Whoever has the same disease as you, you will not suffer. Your overnourished body betrayed you. You became a success as soon as you graduated. Your Spanish girlfriend hugged you like a bright pearl. You are a happy pimp guest, and I'm a homeless bloody pug."

"Believe me, John, don't be so discouraged. I value you and care about you. I only entrust you to an Alpha who is worthy of entrustment. I have checked her records. She is a regular customer of the auction house. There have been no homicides."

"Then where is the Omega that she bought before?"

Stanford remained silent, and John looked at him seriously, "Those Omegas have to come back to your place to pick up customers, right? She's also an Alpha who doesn't want to form a stable relationship, right?"

"John, if you can't use your own ability to firmly hook an Alpha's heart, and let Alpha support you and love you forever, then you have to accept your fate. You can't blame anyone, this is the reality. Alpha can't be as selfless as you Repaying society is as selfless as repaying you. What you have to do is not just hope, you are a top-notch product, you can’t waste your talent, use your charm to the fullest, attract Alpha, let them escape in your palm not drop."

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John sat in the car preoccupied, and Stanford kindly reminded him that he could try to resist like the previous few times, so that he could get a graceful slumber, but this time he had to be careful, what he was going to face tonight was not A great idiot who would hang him on the couch all night because he was lethargic.

Irene Adler is a proud female Alpha, sitting next to John and taking him to a resplendent high-end hotel, John saw the car driving into the hotel instead of her house, and knew that he was meaningless to Irene after tonight .

John is still desperately looking for a gap to escape, but unfortunately he does not have the protection of inhibitors now, exuding a strong and fragrant Omega breath, and asked Irene to open the way ahead to cover his luck, other passing Alphas dare not approach, this desire to conquer An exuberant woman should not be underestimated, and her alpha aura is unparalleled and powerful.

John didn't have spare medicine in his pocket, Stanford confiscated all his inhibitors just in case, John didn't know what to do, Irene didn't look like that, she would rush to stop the taxi and rush to the pharmacy to buy medicine to help him suppress Stupid Alpha of Omega Smell.

It was the first one he met in his life.

Maybe it won't happen again in the future.

Irene took him to the presidential suite and ordered him to go to the spacious and echoing bathroom, clean himself from head to toe, scrub carefully with a bristle brush, it doesn't need to be as troublesome as shaving, she just likes a little more primitive, so the soap doesn't Allowed to use, let his pure and natural Omega taste completely exude.

John closed the bathroom door, locked it habitually, looked at the mirror with a heavy nasal sound to calm his breath, he calmed down, opened the closet above the mirror, and found a pair of scissors inside, he didn't intend to kill the woman Mind, he is not happy to kill, nor is he obsessed with blood and war. He is even a little nervous, afraid of noise and excitement.

John tore off the shower curtain with a crackle, and cut the extremely tough tarpaulin into uniform strips with scissors. The experience points gained from retreating and repairing countless times in the position can come in handy at any time. John tied the shower curtain as an escape The rope was tied firmly on the towel rack, tested the degree of stability, and then quietly pushed open the transom, and threw the simple knot out of the window, hanging down from the height of the 23rd floor. He might be able to find a window outside Raised eaves or an air conditioner as a foothold.

John was in full swing preparing for all of this.

"Hmph." A contemptuous smile.

The boss startled John, he retracted his head from the window in a panic, and Irene leaned against the bathroom door elusively.

John realized that he had locked the door, but this woman, like his predecessor Alpha, had the ability to conjure a spare key anytime, anywhere.

"I'll watch you wash." Irene sneered. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck dress with the skirt spread out like a mermaid's tail. She folded her arms around her chest and leaned against the door frame of the bathroom.

"Actually, I'm not ready to bond…" John tried to reason with her.

"You don't need to prepare, you just need to wash your little butt and then lie on the bed and curl up."

"Uh," John rubbed his nose, still counting on procrastinating, "Why don't we get to know each other better first, drink some wine, and sit on the sofa and chat about life?"

"Don't make me a woman. I pushed you against the wall and tore your clothes. You have nothing. You only have this set of clothes. There are whips and electric shock rods in the room behind me. If you are obedient, I will It won't be used on you."

John had no choice but to dispel hesitation and resistance, and took off his clothes one by one. The shower curtain was cut by himself and he deserved it. He stood naked in the bathtub with no cover, standing under the hot water, Irene To be honest, if you want to watch John take a shower, you will really watch the whole process.

John was a little at a loss as he cleaned his penis in front of her, and slid the foreskin down to reveal the still white and soft head of the penis, like a small white mushroom in the rain. John slid over the small mushroom with his fingers The groove at the top, it looks erotic but he didn't mean to seduce the person in front of him, because Irene told him to wash it thoroughly.

John feels that he is clean enough. He is not a real savage in the mountains. He doesn’t take a bath every ten years. There is 10 cm thick mud accumulated on his body. He is a modern person and lives in the city. The cleaning steps are very important in his daily life. Indispensable, especially because he has obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness. His penis needs to be taken care of with love. It's fragile and sensitive. He doesn't need to use a bristle brush to cruelly abuse himself. little brother.

He rubbed his short hair with clean water, scrubbed his back with a brush, and washed away the sweat. He turned off the hot water, and the bathroom was suddenly quiet. Continue to use the washbasin, rinse your mouth, adjust your state, and show a miserable expression that doesn't look like someone who just died in the family.

He walked outside wrapped in a towel, his hair was still dripping with water, and the transparent water stains rolled down his back. John went around the corner, headed for the room, and stepped into the room. Irene actually politely invited him to drink juice, It was on the table, but John had a high degree of doubt about the safety and quality of this glass of juice, and he didn't want to drink it in his stomach at all. He said thank you, and secretly pushed the glass on the table away.

Irene put her hands behind her back and made him sit on the mattress.

John didn't want to sit down, Irene stared at him, almost dislocated her eyeballs, and jumped fiercely into John's arms, well, this is where women are so powerful, John sat down at the end of the bed obediently, Irene told him Satisfied with his well-behaved performance, with a coquettish but terrifying smile, he suddenly rushed towards his face. John was caught off guard, and within two seconds, an oxygen mask was pressed hard on his face, and Irene was holding an oxygen mask behind her skirt. Only the small red gas cylinder connected to the oxygen mask gently reassured him, "Shh... don't be afraid..."

The sound was hypnotic, and Irene sat down beside him, the mattress sinking deeper under the weight.

John sniffed the gas in the oxygen mask blankly, slapped his eyelashes feebly, then slapped it again, and leaned against Irene's shoulder in a collapsed state.

"Take a deep breath, this will make you very comfortable." Irene coaxed him.

John's limbs have been weak since he took the first breath of air, he was negligent, he was always on guard against locking the bathroom door, and was on guard not to drink the free drink given by the strange girl, but he didn't watch out for the sudden pounce on him Oxygen mask.

John lost all strength in his whole body, his hands and feet were weak, he fell on the bed with his head up, Irene's voice was in his ears all the time, he could only exert an extremely slight, extremely weak force, he turned his head slightly, and found that his eyes were blurred. Blurred, Irene threw away the oxygen mask and small gas cylinder, and lay beside him with her arms propped up, her cheek was so close to her, John couldn't see clearly at this distance, her retina was like a piece of frosted glass covered with water vapor.

"Many months ago, I had sex with an Omega in the royal family, a violent sex scene." Irene followed the contours of his face with her other hand, stroking John's eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and the pulp of his fingers Lingering his burning lips, "I took a picture after the incident. There were two of us in it, both of us without clothes on. Later, I got a hunt for this picture. The more superior a person is, the more heartless he is. Woolen cloth."

John unexpectedly noticed that his consciousness was very clear, and he was able to clearly understand the conversation between Irene and him. His logical thinking was still there, his brain was still spinning, his heart was beating a little fast, and his temples were throbbing, but it was not enough to make him feel uncomfortable. He was drowsy, with no sign of fainting at all, as if he was floating on the surface of calm sea water, he had no strength in his body, and he couldn't exert himself, but his sensory system was still functioning as usual, and he could clearly feel the touch of Irene touching his cheek Power, Irene's fingertips are very soft and warm, and she is stroking her cheekbones intently.

John turned his head and kept staring at her, his pupils still couldn't focus correctly, and he couldn't capture a clear picture. He accurately received every pronunciation of Irene, every word he uttered, deeply felt Irene's fingers, and could smell The smell of perfume on her body and the breath of a female Alpha, except for the lack of strength, all the senses in his body are still functioning normally.

"Look at the puzzled and surprised expression on your face." Irene grumbled, "This fragrance is for soothing the nerves and helping sleep. Except for moving with my own strength, other organs are normal."

He tried to speak, his throat was dry and astringent, "Why..."

"Because I owed a debt of favor, the most difficult debt in the world to pay back. I was hunted down, but later someone helped me resolve the disaster, turned my calamity into good luck, and kept me as my life. ultimate property."

John listened ignorantly, "It's none of my business..."

Irene scratched his nose mischievously, "I want to take you to pay off the debt, you are a rare and high-quality product, and it is difficult to find you in the whole of England. You are pure, unmarked, and the smell is so strong that it makes people drift You are the best Christmas present ever given, even though Christmas is still far away."

John felt Irene get up from him, move away from him, and stood by the bed talking to him, "He'll be here later, you'll serve him tonight."

Irene smiled again, "But I can't let you ruin my elaborate sacrifice by jumping around." She picked up the oxygen mask again, stretched it over John's face, and wrapped the rubber band around his ear to hold him in place. The back of his head, John breathed the gas in the small cylinder, unable to force himself to break free.

"Here comes the man." Irene said, and John heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

His breath was heavy on the oxygen mask, flooding it with a misty white, and Irene tore off the towel from his body, so that he could see him on the mattress.

"Good night, John Watson, don't get me wrong." John heard Irene walk out of the room.

He stared at the ceiling with blurred vision, and a shadow fell condescendingly on his face.

He couldn't see clearly what the visitor appeared in front of him, whether it was tall, short, obscene or not, whether it was Alpha or Beta, he couldn't smell the visitor's scent, and he was helplessly trapped in the mattress.

A warm and strong palm suddenly caressed his lower abdomen, and the palm rolled heavily on his soft belly.

John closed his eyes tightly, he was going to be raped, John cried out sadly in his heart.