[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Chapter 26

John had his trachea strangled and clamped in the demon's arms. He watched helplessly as the car turned countless corners and stopped beside a desolate motel. The driver in black got out of the car, bypassed the front of the car, and opened the rear Opening the door, Moriarty looked sideways at John's hot, panting face.

John struggled with weak hands and feet, and a roar of resistance came out of his throat. Moriarty put his arms around his body and tightened him, "You are already burning with desire, and you are still thinking about resisting."

He leaned very close as he spoke, his evil lips vaguely touching John's sweaty brow.

"We're here." Moriarty reached out and grabbed the clothes on his shoulders and dragged him out of the car door. The demon's men prepared a room. Moriarty grabbed John and pushed him into a hotel room with dim lights. John was thrown into the pale On the small bed, face down in the quilt, whimpering in resistance, he heard the sound of the door closing, and two black figures swaying outside the window, looking left and right.

The demon's hand broke into John's field of vision and pulled the curtains.

John was struggling to bury his head in the pure white quilt, the pants that Sherlock had neatly dressed for him were still soaking wet, the foggy khaki color was soaked into a deep cement color, and the estrous smell on his body smelled greasy It even made the two Betas outside the door a little dizzy. Before he was marked, John had already attracted hundreds of Alphas, who were waiting to rape him in turn with their huge penises.

A cold, evil hand went around John's stomach, ripping the buttons on his trousers, the zipper ripped, and the trousers came loose immediately, with Moriarty's weight on his back, "I can't mark you, and I can't touch you Any body odor, you know what that means? I can fuck you three times and Holmes can only smell strange cologne in your shirt and don't know who fucked your little ass It sucks."

John's sweaty hair was caught between his sinister fingers, tightening John's scalp, forcing John to lift his head slightly from the mattress, his pants were slid down a bit, revealing John's luscious omega pussy, Moriarty fingered Entering his backyard that was wet like a river, the cold and ruthless middle finger swirled aggressively in his creases, and along with the viscous liquid pushed into John's flesh flap, into John's hot and tight vagina, John grasped humiliatingly Sheets, struggling in his arms, trying to escape from Satan with all his remaining strength.

John's moist eyeballs like oil paint were suddenly covered with a layer of anger, burning blazingly in his untainted pupils. He is extremely pure. Since he first came into heat when he was young, although he has been kissed by other Alphas, the number of times is very small. Few, and none of them were in the box, his little ass was flawless, and no one but Sherlock Holmes had fingered him like that.

His pussy has never been opened by anyone other than Sherlock, let alone being thrust by ruthless fingers like this moment, John clutched the bedsheet with both hands and endured infinite aggrievedness, and for a few seconds he wanted to kill , for a few seconds, if John had the strength, Moriarty would have been killed by him without hesitation.

Using the lamp stand on the bedside table, he smashed the back of the devil's head hard over and over again, and the hot red brain splashed all over John's cheeks. John didn't feel guilty or afraid at all because he fought back too brutally.

He is helpless now, shrouded in the shadow of the devil's miasma, Moriarty cruelly feasting on him with his fingers, now two, pushing John's hole open, grinning as he feels how John's little hole is between his fingers Trembling.

John was sprawled on the mattress, not excited, disgusted with humiliation in his heart, including his body's shameless reaction, but these were unavoidable conditioned reflexes, like Pavlov's dog, the owner shook it Bell will drool desperately.

John looked vaguely at the opposite wallpaper, "Sherlock..." He called out for help in detail, the more advanced the pheromones, the less energy an Omega had when it was in heat, and it could only stay in place, poking out its little butt lingeringly. It is the result of Omega's evolution, so that Alpha can save energy to satisfy him.

Omega's cruel fate, his annoying physique, John is not weak, and his willpower has never lost to anyone, but no matter how hard John tries, he just can't get rid of Omega's instinct, no matter how brave and invincible he is, on this night, on this day On this bed, he is just an Omega with sweet and lewd water constantly flowing, waiting to be fucked.

John heard a sinful laugh.

"I'm sure you haven't tasted an Omega's dick. I haven't been marked, but it doesn't mean I don't have sexual experience. In the world, besides Alpha, there are other races that can satisfy my picky Omega. Believe me, Daddy It will make you want to die."

Moriarty scraped John's hot ass slit with the whole palm of his hand, the omega's heat was sticky in his hand, still strong secretion, flowing down the thigh line like a tide, and slid onto the sheet, John's crease was fucked by Sherlock Sensitive and swollen, with sweet memories belonging to the two of them remaining, John shuddered at the slightest touch.

"I'm going to try your body, how can it hold Holmes' heart." Moriarty grabbed John's jacket with both hands, turned him over, and looked at the last button on John's collar.

"It's really stingy, and you don't show anyone else except your face." Moriarty tore his shirt open, and John's breasts, which are unique to pregnancy and lactation, were exposed under the eyes of the devil. John had only enough strength Clasping the sheets on his sides, he was humiliated, and John was seriously offended just by being watched by someone other than Sherlock.

Jim Moriarty is also an inferior Omega, but he has a strong background, a prominent background, was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and has an older brother who is a colonel in the Ministry of Defense. No one dares to underestimate him. He is as smart as Holmes and can subvert The world can move between stars and stars, and geniuses all have one characteristic in common.

No one can take their eyes off them.

He watched Sherlock Holmes in the dark, but Sherlock Holmes was getting all the attention from the Omega.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and wrapped his palms around John's breasts and rubbed them.

Unexpectedly soft, with tempting warmth.

John gritted his teeth, and Moriarty straddled him, stretched out an index finger, and gently brushed John's sensitive and moist pink nipple, pressing John's nipple down, and circling around the pale pink areola.

John raised his head and slammed the back of his head on the mattress, enduring it, Moriarty pinched his nipples with both hands, milky white milk burst out strongly, John's cheeks flushed, a large amount of milk flowed from Moriarty's fingertips Time overflowed, Moriarty pushed his nipple up with his index finger, John bit his lip in humiliation, the veins on his forehead burst out from the force, and his neck was instantly stained with red, "Stop..." John's Finally, a sound similar to calling for a bed came out of his throat.

He stoically swallowed the moan back into his throat, turning into a low gasp.

Moriarty smiled evilly, "Oh look I found your secret, you're so sensitive here. You can come just to have Holmes touch your nipples."

Moriarty looked at the scarlet hickey on his chest, which seemed to still retain the warmth of someone's lips, Moriarty's fingertips swept over these traces that Sherlock personally sealed on it, the two spots on the surface of the breast were the most obvious, showing off arrogantly Sherlock used to sink and degenerate on it, pressing on John's body and clinging to sucking John's milk.

Thinking of this, Moriarty's pupils shrank instantly. He reached out and took out the chewing gum in his mouth, and stuck it on the bedside table. He supported John's buttocks with both hands, pulled off his pants, and left a ferocious scratch on John's little ass with his nails. He was still well-dressed, only unzipped his trousers, leaned over John face to face, and separated his buttocks with his fingers. The Omega's firmness squeezed in from his buttocks, and pressed against John's wet entrance.

Lips pressed against John's lips, the devil ravaged his lips, trying to find the traces left by Sherlock from above, John closed his eyes, looking for his faith in the dark, a faint lamp standing on the shore The lighthouse, Sherlock was on top of the lighthouse, looking down at him with a cold face, while John was soaked in the biting sea water far away, not knowing how to get closer to him.

Moriarty sucked John's tongue obsessively, his lower lip tingled, sweet blood seeped into the tip of Moriarty's tongue, the devil frowned miserably, pulled away his bitten lip, and stared sullenly at John's face.

John pursed his lips tightly, looking very strong, not giving in at all, but his body in heat was against his own wishes, trembling, his eyes were full of resentment, and the eyes of incomparable disgust hovered over Moriarty's facial features.

Moriarty was annoyed by his pure eyes, "You have to accept your fate, I will rape you, defile you, turn you into a defect, then Holmes will despise you." Moriarty stretched out his hands, Grasping the sheets on either side of John's shoulders, pressed against him, pushed hard forward.

John's palms struggled to grab the fabric of his suit.

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Lestrade was a step slower. When he drove the police car to the motel, the entire hotel was engulfed in flames. Guests fled from other rooms. Most of them were barefoot and disheveled with blankets of various colors. Standing in the parking lot watching the fire, the fire truck finally arrived after a few minutes. Lestrade stood in the middle of the panicked crowd with his hands on his hips. Sally Donovan walked from another police car and clung to her boss's ear. Lestrade looked to the right in the direction she indicated, and Sherlock's haughty profile Among the crowd, they stood there motionless with their coat pockets in their hands.

"I've said it a long time ago," Sally folded her arms beside the sheriff, and looked at Sherlock's figure contemptuously, "One day, there will be one unsolved case after another in London, and one of these cases will be The common point is that no trace of the criminal can be found at all the crime scenes, because this prisoner has an extremely high IQ and is very familiar with the means of concealing evidence in the case, this person will be a freak who cannot be satisfied with the puzzle-solving process."

"What do you mean by that, that my good friend Holmes set the fire?" Lestrade stared at Sherlock intently. "Officer Donovan, I don't want to hear you slandering an innocent person in a policeman's way again."

"If he's innocent, I'll chop off my knee and use it as a cushion for him." Sally stared seriously at that haughty face.

Sherlock flicked his eyelashes lightly, scanning Lestrade's shadow.

"Oh, here he comes, Sally! Stop talking nonsense in front of him, and for the sake of helping Scotland Yard when he was 16, don't break his heart again."

"Hmph, I can't hurt him, a heart of stone, a weirdo without a heart."

Sherlock's tall figure blocked some of the light, and the air was filled with the smell of burning, Lestrade asked him, "Is this incident related to your client who is in the hospital?"

Sherlock said calmly, "No."

"Then why are you here?"

"Passing by."

"The famous Holmes passed by a fire and I'm sure I'll find some bodies in it that shocked all the headlines."

"It has nothing to do with me."

"I didn't say it was directly related to you, I was just curious why you came here in a hurry from the hospital."

"I take a walk."

Lestrade watched him for a long time in the thick smoke, "You don't want to talk to me about your motivation for taking a sudden walk from the city center to the suburbs?"

"Whim."

"Okay, Holmes, I can't pry your mouth open with a jack if you don't want to open it. I won't find any clues about you from the fire, will I, we have cooperated for so many years, I hope you can be in front of my men , give me a guarantee."

"I promise," Sherlock put him aside directly, "I don't have time to watch these fireworks with you, now I have something to do first."

Lestrade watched him leave silently, and Sally narrowed her eyes vigilantly beside her, "As long as you nod, I'll follow him."

Lestrade's nodding arc was barely noticeable in the fog of flames.

■

The woods are not far from the hotel, and the fire can be vaguely seen in the distance, like a sunset falling on the top of the branches, and the thick bushes isolate the noisy noise.

The devil's black car was parked in a pile of fallen leaves, Sherlock opened the rear door, got into the car, closed the door, John lay flat on the back seat, Sherlock sat by his lap, stroking John's sweaty eyebrows from the torment , the shirt on his body was torn into shreds, the trousers were loosely dotted around the waist, and John's light golden fluff was looming at the ripped zipper.

Sherlock lowered his head and kissed John's lips with great distress, "I will protect you and not let anyone suspect you. Your fingerprints, your hair, and the sweat stains on the sheets will all disappear, police Nothing will be found, and no one will suspect that you killed Moriarty."

Sherlock pressed against him, lifted John's clothes, his burning fingertips were wet with John's sweat, the sweet Omega breath wafted strongly in the small compartment, John's every tiny gasp was close to his ears, his breath was hot It was hot, sprayed on Sherlock's lips, and Sherlock reached into his torn shirt and held John's back. John's body temperature was very high, and it was conveyed to the palm of Sherlock's intimate caress.

John's sleeves and coat shoulders still have the reaction of gunpowder smoke after shooting, as long as they are covered with paraffin paper, the umbrella-shaped gunpowder smoke will immediately appear.

Sherlock kissed his collarbone meticulously, indulged around his wonderful neck, and Sherlock would take care of his murderous clothes, the first step being to take them off first.

Clothes were all torn, it was so easy to leave John's body, jacket and pants were thrown at the foot of the chair, Sherlock took off his shoes, John was naked before his eyes, John's nakedness could always bring Sherlock was pleasantly surprised, his heaving chest, the penis resting on the navel, the blood-filled penis stood upright on the lower abdomen, moving slightly with the master's trembling, John's stomach returned to flat, without any surgery during childbirth, pale golden The shape of her pubic hair was perfect. Sherlock took off his shoes and knelt on the chair cushion. In front of John, he took off his clothes one by one. John's legs were spread apart and rested on Sherlock's knees. Sherlock watched His fingers trembled inexplicably in his wet backyard, and he quickly unbuttoned his shirt, and he heard John's eager panting.

"Um..." John whimpered unbearably, the warm transparent liquid overflowed between his pink flesh flaps, and spread down the track of his buttocks, extremely sexy.

"I'll be soon." Sherlock reassured him, bowed his head and unbuttoned his trouser belt, John's pussy opened to him was opening and closing, John was very uncomfortable, the flesh that yearned for erotic comfort was exposed to the sultry air in the car Here, he spread his legs in front of Sherlock, waiting pitifully for Sherlock's further movements.

Sherlock kneels straight up on his thighs and unzips his trousers, and John hears the zipper drop, moaning lowly, fingers longingly on his own cock, squeezing wantonly, sliding the hungry foreskin down to reveal a glow The head of his penis, the emotional precum melted between John's fingers, the continuous demand in his throat, Sherlock speeded up, pulled his pants down to his lap, breathing heavily, and kicked off all the rest of his clothes indiscriminately, the two of them were in the car They are naked relative to each other.

With Sherlock's weight on top of him, he reached out to take John's luscious tits, and gently lifted his cock, pulling him apart, thrusting in.

Sherlock let out a comfortable growl, how warm and humid it was inside, as if the tide was engulfing him, Sherlock closed his eyes, feeling carefully the shrinking passage of John holding him, sucking Sherlock in, dragging him in In the endless pleasure, Sherlock lifted his hips and penetrated him in and out. There was an extremely lewd sound in the car. John heard it, and Sherlock heard it too. It was the sound of John's self-lubrication soaking Sherlock's cock .

Sherlock is huge and full, and every time he enters, he pushes to the end of John's sphincter. The entrance of the uterus is there, and the thin uterine wall blocks it at a right angle. Sherlock's hard penis lightly touches the trembling muscle membrane, and John hurts And be happy, not every Alpha can enter as deep as an Omega, and not every Omega can accommodate an Alpha's size just right.

John sucked Sherlock tightly with the vagina, and every time Sherlock inserted it, John could make a satisfying cry. John's cry was very pleasant, not directly pronouncing it with the vocal cords, but with a panting sound, lazy and upward , sounds very charming, very pleasing to the ear.

Sherlock would spend every drop of cum in his body on him for a day just for that sound.

John was overwhelmed by the force he erupted, and he could vaguely hear John begging for mercy in his arms. Sherlock licked his earlobe, and pressed his lips to John's lips, penetrating his cunt with constant force. Ass, John's body swayed on the seat cushion, and the top of his head hit the car door, John turned his face obsessively, couldn't help biting his lips with his teeth, soaked in the pleasure intensely, and the nerves brushed the beautiful electric current , Every drop of sweat seeping out from the pores brings unparalleled pleasure.

Sherlock gave him this depraved and lecherous expression, and there was a surge of smugness and pride in his heart.

((He didn't really get into me like you did, Sherlock.)) John kept repeating this sentence in his heart in pleasure.

With Sherlock's cock inside him, the two of them could feel each other's thoughts, and he focused on John, who was panting under him, "I know, I knew it at first sight. If he dares to touch you, I will be the one who kills him with my own hands today. You are my Omega, and your little ass can only be mine."

"But you left me alone on the bench outside." John gripped his back complainingly.

Sherlock lifted one of his thighs around his waist, allowing his cock to angle slightly apart from John, "I'll make it up to you, I'll make it so you can't complain for the rest of your life, I'll give you a family , a real family, you are no longer homeless, the fireplace and sofa in 221B belong to the two of us, and from now on you can decide what you like on the desk." Sherlock said here, indulging Grinding John's sweet lips, Sherlock's light-colored pupils have never been so affectionate. Anyone who has nothing to do with himself can read the outline of love in his eyes. The light blue gentle flame is on his lack of pigment. Deep in the irises, Sherlock proposed to him according to the true feelings in his heart, "We get married, marry me, John, stay with me and don't go anywhere, I can put up with a snot-bubbling Hamish for you, I can put up with it Your little bean sprouts cries 30 times a day in the living room, I try not to throw him out the window, all because of you, what's your favorite wedding cake?"

Sherlock looked at John's hesitant eyes, which were obviously deeply moved by him, "Of course I won't give you a chance to refuse, this time whether you agree or not, when I say I want to marry you, you have to wear the clothes I gave you." Your ring, oh you can't get rid of Sherlock Holmes."

John's lovely lips gave him a happy and warm smile, "I...I love you...It's good to be married to you...It's good to be married..."

Sherlock kissed him hard, and was very happy to be encouraged by his promise. He satisfies John's emptiness in the narrow back seat. When John was ignited by the pleasure, his limbs tensed, and the lovely soles had to step on the back of Sherlock. On the car window, Sherlock searched every trace of love and lust on John's body with his intelligent eyes, and discerned from them what extra hands and feet the evil devil had done to his unique Omega.

John wouldn't go into any detail other than to tell Sherlock that he hadn't really been raped.

"Where did Moriarty touch you?" Sherlock was suddenly stern, jealously stern.

John bit his lower lip, trying desperately to drive away the confession in his heart, lest Sherlock, through his dick, expose the secret that John never wanted to talk about for the rest of his life.

"He didn't rape me anyway, I found the pistol in his suit pocket before he got in."

Sherlock stared at him intently, with a very angry look on his face, Sherlock dragged out his penis, thrust it in from the entrance, like playing billiards, and slammed the club into John's body so hard that John almost broke.

"Are you happy when he touches you?"

John was stunned speechless by him, trying to shake his head in front of his eyes.

Sherlock lowered his lips, opened his teeth, and bit John's soft nipple, leaving a painful bite mark on his pink areola, John snorted, and Sherlock raised his face on the milky nipple, "He did this to you ?"

John denied it even harder, "Fuck you! No one goes as far as you!"

Sherlock pulled out his genitals, held John's thighs, propped him up, made John kneel up straight, turned his back to Sherlock, John's hands were pressed against the cold car window, and Sherlock opened his cock behind him elegantly Buttocks, fingering the swollen opening from Sherlock's fucking, John moaned in pain.

"Have you ever been touched by him here?"

John turned back and gave him a silent look.

Sherlock understood in an instant, and his face became more gloomy, "How did his fingers get into you? Is that so?" Sherlock squeezed his middle finger hard into his passage, which was wet, slippery, and tight, and John lowered his Howled, John was in heat and couldn't bear any teasing, John didn't need any play except the piston movement, any grinding provocation would be a torment like a furnace of hell for him.

His emptiness was dozens of times hungrier than usual, and Sherlock's provocative fingers into him were tantamount to punishment for John.

Sherlock's superb fingertips rotate in his tunnel, attached to the position close to John's testicles, that mysterious little protrusion can always arouse Sherlock's strong desire to explore, Sherlock rubs him, John seems to be instantly struck by an electric current, and his back goes into convulsions In this state, the muscles on his thighs were stiff, his whole body was tense, and he was screaming frantically in his throat.

"He didn't..." John was overwhelmed with pleasure, grabbing the gimbal on the roof with both hands, "He didn't let me do this. Sherlock!" John raised his hips to him, and exhaled heavily, "You let me It's cool... oh my god, it's great..." John was bewildered, twisting his little ass between his fingers.

Sherlock couldn't bear being teased by his charming appearance, he kept his middle finger in John's body, and the other hand clamped the flushed penis, the glans rested next to the middle finger, and pushed it in with his fingers, John was on the chair cushion He couldn't kneel anymore, his shoulders trembled violently, Sherlock's fingers rubbed his prostate almost cruelly, the penis kept thrusting him, Sherlock's strong testicles rubbed against his own sweaty palm, he tried to accompany the penis The angle of entry and exit, stretching into the second finger that embraces the desire to explore.

John fell into unspeakable convulsions, his hands couldn't hold on to the gimbal, Sherlock tortured him with his hot penis like a flame, pierced into John's depths, and two fingers were caught in his body at the same time, Sherlock scraped slightly with his nails through John's sensitive gut.

John couldn't bear it as if he had been attacked by surprise. The pleasure came with a force like a flood, which brought John to the peak of the climax. John lowered his head, and the saliva flowed from his mouth and dripped on the cushion. He was powerless again. Holding the frame, loosening his hands, he leaned back and leaned on Sherlock's shoulder, "Ah..." John suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate, "Stop...Sherlock...stop...I can't do it anymore ...I want to pee, I can't hold it..." John muttered dreamily, the head of his cock turned red, and a cloud of urine sprayed out and splashed on the car door.

Sherlock looked at the momentary tide in amazement, how miraculous, he had never witnessed such a wonderful phenomenon, and John seemed to pass out, leaning on Sherlock's body, Sherlock kissed his cheek, pulling him from the The gate of heaven secretly brought down the mortal world, and woke him up with a loving kiss, "Do it again, John." Sherlock whispered in his ear, "I want to watch it again."

John didn't know what to do, propping his palms on the car window, Sherlock was thrusting his penis violently behind him, fingers re-exploring the switch on his prostate that he had just unintentionally activated, he wanted John to die and come back to life, he To make John remember nothing but Sherlock Holmes' name in front of him, to make John convulse violently from hair to toe, his brain starved of oxygen to the point of dying.If John was chosen to die tonight, he would have to die in one of Sherlock's orgasms.

He wanted to hold John tenderly in his arms, and relive the incomparably wonderful scene just now.

Sherlock thrusts in with firmness, fingers massaging the forbidden places of his mysterious pleasure.

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, when he entered John's lower abdomen, exchanging his brilliant skills for John's frenzied cry, the flesh in front of him trembled violently, the muscles on his thigh contracted and trembled, and John's tears were wet Eyelashes, teardrops falling from the eyelashes, the pleasure came so suddenly, too violently, biting like the night, throwing him down like a tiger, digging out his heart and lungs like a chainsaw with sparking gears, making John's blood Going against the current, his willpower collapsed into ashes, and he couldn't hold on until he cried out. John would be torn apart by the incomparably wonderful hurricane, hooked by overwhelming seaweed and dragged into the infinitely deep seabed, his soul would never be reborn, Sherlock held His full penis, urine poured out of it unstoppably, spilled everywhere, hit the leather upholstery, John was crying, lying on Sherlock's shoulder suffocating breath, continuous spasm, and at the same time Urinating uncontrollably in the palm of Sherlock's hand, the embarrassingly warm liquid, with a strong smell of lust, John cried on him, tears slipping down, sobbing in the twitching moan, extremely suffocated for more than half a minute Clock, the dreamy squirting finally stopped, John's spasms gradually eased, Sherlock's fingertips scraped the tip of his cock, proud fingers stuck in the wet little hole, John did look like an orgasm, but What he ejaculated was not semen.

John panted violently, "I seem to die by your hands..." There were teardrops refracting light hanging between the thick eyelashes.

Sherlock was quite satisfied with his performance, pulled his finger out of John's vagina, left the still hard penis inside him, and hugged John's belly lovingly, "How did you do it?" Sherlock kissed him tearfully cheeks, "No one can pee with an erection, you can."

John gasped in relief, "Oh, I don't know...it was good...I've never had such a good orgasm."

Sherlock leaned into his ear, "My dear John, it doesn't sound like the first time you've met, you made yourself like this? How many times have you squirted before?"

"Unfortunately, I don't want to tell you..." John looked down and found that the cushion under his knees had turned into a lake.

A blinding flashlight came in from the car window, John squinted his eyes, Sherlock immediately hugged him, protecting his body, his arms pressed tightly against John's breasts, not allowing his beautiful breasts to be exposed to the light inside.

"Good evening, my dear brother. I don't want to disturb you, but the situation forces us to find another place to catch up?"

Undoubtedly it was Mycroft's voice.