[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Chapter 19

John fell into a physiological shock caused by excessive pain. He himself had never expected that childbirth would be so unimaginably painful before. John's eardrums were shrouded in cowhide drums, and he heard someone constantly talking in a foggy swamp. He yelled in his ear.

"John! John?"

The voice is low, charming, and as deep as the ocean.

John seemed to be soaking in the bottom of a swimming pool, and was suddenly picked up by someone. The severe pain spread all over his body, and the bones were still moving backwards. John regained consciousness, and then instinctively let out a muffled groan. He watched Sherlock gradually became clear, the beautiful cheeks and snow-white skin appeared in front of his eyes, noble like a vampire, the tip of John's lovable nose suddenly became sour, and he cried out in aggrieved way, "I'm in so much pain, you bastard, Why do you want me to be pregnant! Why do you want to have sex with me!"

"I'm sorry, John, I'm sorry."

"You don't love me at all, but I want to help you have a child like this!"

"I love you, John!" Sherlock grabbed the back of his hand and kissed him without stopping.

"I don't believe..." John endured the pain, "You never loved me."

"I love you! Believe me! You have no other choice but to believe me! Stop your unfounded guesses! The most dangerous thing in the world is guesswork, it can lead you down a wrong path." Sherlock stood up from the stool Get up, press down your body, and kissed his sweaty forehead heavily, "You have passed out for 10 minutes, we have to continue."

John nodded, holding back his tears firmly, and tightened the sheets again, cooperating with the nurse's instruction to force him harder.

Sherlock moved back between his legs, and slowly poked four fingers in. Because of Sherlock's emotional response, John willingly swallowed all the complaints, humming patience, and the back of Sherlock's hand slowly buried To the jaws, stuffed with John, thumbs poked between his mind-boggling balls, he saw John's seductive erection, and it didn't recede from the pain, it got even more engorged, Sherlock was fine with that After licking his tongue, another nurse beside him stared at him intently, as if he had seen a ghost.

"What!" Sherlock growled defensively.

"Please don't be distracted at this time! What were you thinking just now!"

"I didn't think about anything." Sherlock didn't explain anymore, his thumb curled up slightly, at the entrance that was so tight that it couldn't be tighter, he gently opened it, squeezed it in, turned the back of his hand, and went in, John conveyed a strong The spasm, and then Sherlock pushed his hand down the birth canal, the pads of his fingers touching a soft barrier, and the baby was just the back of a hand from the exit.

Sherlock grinned in relief.

"It's coming, John!"

John pushed down hard, exhausting all his strength, his empathetic self-lubrication played a big role, the fetus almost slipped out after going through the most painful pelvis, in the best lubricated birth canal Others were much more relaxed. The head of the fetus slipped to John’s exit and got stuck again. The fetal head was pushed outward with each contraction. When the contraction disappeared, the faintly visible little head slipped back and forth again. After entering, the fetus is enjoying the perfect squeeze in the birth canal. The fetus will get a strong immune system and sharp nerve endings in the gentle and powerful birth canal of the bearer. John's smooth birth canal is massaging the baby's head, the baby's brain There will be better development after birth.

Sherlock looked at the smooth and wet little round head exposed in John's little ass, and was so excited for a moment, his blood flowed backwards, and the nurse watched in surprise as his nosebleed oozes from the mask.

"My heart is beating so fast." Sherlock breathed heavily.

John was dying in the mattress, "I'm so exhausted."

"No! You can't give up, it's already like this, you just have to work harder!"

"I can't even breathe."

"Hurry up and find a way to encourage your Omega!!! This moment cannot be delayed for more than 15 minutes!!" The nurse urged anxiously.

"John, you can't keep the baby stuck like this, your little ass is already stretched to the size of a grapefruit (oh why did I use a grapefruit! fuck!) and it's just the last step."

John shook his head, "I'm not playing anymore."

"I can see the baby's head!"

"I don't fucking play anymore!" John's eyelashes still had unwiped tears hanging from them.

"John!! Think of the good things, think of whom you are giving birth to."

"Hmm..." John closed his eyes and remembered the scene when he first met Sherlock. An arm came in from the bathroom door, holding a set of clean and comfortable pajamas. Sherlock was not a gentleman, but he was so handsome in front of John. He was so humane, John tried again, for the last time, if it didn’t work, he did his best, his physical strength had reached its limit, he squeezed out with all his strength, and then his body felt a overwhelming sense of relief, John lay panting on the bed, surrounded by There was silence, his lower body was numb, without any feeling, for a few seconds he felt like he was sleepwalking, it was unreal.

John heard the click of scissors.

Sherlock stood up holding a baby with membranes and amniotic fluid, and held the baby's palm in his own. It was so small in comparison, with fingers like bean sprouts. Mycroft watched nervously outside the delivery room. .

A clear cry pierced the sky, the little guy clenched his fists, his throat was cut by the first rough air, and he opened his throat desperately to cry loudly, Sherlock turned to his brother, secretly put on the mask There was an incomparably innocent smile.

The nurses immediately picked up the baby and dealt with the amniotic fluid remaining in the baby's nasal cavity and the fetal membranes on the eyes.

John lay exhausted on the bed, listening to the sound of wailing quietly, while Sherlock was still performing the final procedure under him, taking out the placenta that slipped into the birth canal with forceps, holding the gauze with his fingers, stained with water and iodine , wash John's vagina clean, and then wash his bloody thighs back to their original white color.

Remove the soggy pad from under his buttocks and gently lower his legs down the birthing rack. Sherlock stood by the delivery bed, tearing off the mask, a layer of dried blood clinging to his chin.

"I want to drink water..." John slowly opened his eyes, startled to feel the sultry fire in Sherlock's smoky pupils.

Caught off guard, he lowered his head and crushed John's lips hard, and John tasted the blood on Sherlock's lips.

"What... um... ah..." John grabbed the sheets, Sherlock was kissing him fiercely with tongue, his tongue was pulled out savagely, John would not come back for a while.

The nurses held the baby and stared at him with wide eyes.

An aggressive grunt came from Sherlock's throat, "Oh!! My dear John!! You smell so special right now with your mixed blood."

Sherlock stood up straight, breathing deeply in the delivery room, oh, his sleepy sense of smell came back, and the sweet amniotic fluid rushed into his nasal cavity, the strong milk fragrance, and John's supremely sweet Omega breath, the little hammer Hitting Sherlock's adrenal glands as if, his strength was vigorous, his body was full of explosive energy, his shoulders were burning with flames, and he felt that he could go out to sea and wipe out thousands of vicious pirates in Somalia, Sherlock's step down A strong mountain towered high, propped up a huge tent under the midwifery suit, and told these ignorant mortals in the delivery room what kind of Alpha he was.

Holmes, an ancient aristocrat, is a product of high IQ in his family, and has given birth to countless talented painters and unique weirdos throughout history.

Sherlock's eyes came back to life, the corners of his mouth were full of lust, and he was secretly grinding his teeth, John curled up on the bed and looked at him, "Don't at this time..."

Sherlock rubbed his temples vigorously, and heard the baby's cry from the hallucinatory scent that made him fall into a cloud, and Sherlock came to his senses, "I'm becoming a father."

"You delivered it with your own hands!!" John looked at him weakly, almost unable to look directly at Sherlock's erection, so strong, so terrifying.

And John's birth canal was still throbbing with pain.

The nurses didn't dare to get close to Sherlock, who was soaring in Alpha's momentum, and walked over in fear, put the quilt on John's body, and pushed John out of the delivery room.

30 minutes later.

The nurse wrapped the washed baby in a soft blanket and put it in John's arms. John finally got rid of the painful expression, and his expression was filled with happiness. His satisfied smile could revive everything and melt the icebergs at the North and South Poles. Between the corners of his blissful lips, let the land of the earth be submerged two-thirds by the warm tide.

The nurse stared at him.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"You must give the baby its first milk right away."

John lowered his eyelashes, "I see, but don't look at me."

The nurses laughed and pushed each other, walked out, closed the door of the ward, the heating in the room was turned on just right, it was warm, and the atmosphere was filled with the fragrance of milk and John's smile.

John refused to move for a long time, and the little baby who was waiting to be fed impatiently writhed, dawdled, and waved its small fists in his arms.

Mycroft also surrendered, "Okay, I won't watch." Mycroft reluctantly took his little black umbrella and went out.

Only Sherlock has the right to not go anywhere, John is his Omega, John's hair, John's lips, John's nipples and the baby in his arms are all his.

John had no choice but to unbutton his hospital gown and expose his chest. The pink nipples were exposed to Sherlock's sight. John subconsciously rubbed them with his palms to warm up the milk secreted by his breasts. He has no experience But his instinct told him to do it, and the moment the baby's soft lips came together, John's milk gushed out.

John snorted, the satisfaction of being sucked soaked through his body.

He is needed.

John's smile could be used to save the world, and Sherlock watched him, breathing fast.

The huge erection was still there lurking.

oh!Strong Alpha!