[Sherlock] Fertility ABO of Loyal Dogs

Chapter 11

Stanford took Sherlock Holmes' check for the second time, and John's papers and John himself were free, and this time Sherlock stopped referring to John as something he bought, and called him "my doctor."

John moved into 221B, the third floor as usual, and he hasn't decided to sleep with Sherlock yet.

John shared the rent with him, Sherlock was responsible for two-thirds, and John was responsible for one-third, but John's rent has been owed, and Sherlock will have a way to get back the principal with interest.

John doesn't need and is not allowed to work part-time for the time being. He can obviously contribute some more labor to the society until his belly is so big that he can't see the steps of the stairs.

Get up in the morning, brush your teeth, wash your body, John is wearing a milky white satin nightgown, carefully tied the belt, tied a bow, wearing a warm cotton T and home trousers, he met Mrs. Hudson, the landlady came up with a more hearty breakfast than usual with a smile, "You need to make a lot of supplements and give birth to a fat boy!"

"Maybe it's a girl."

"Sherlock must not be able to deal with girls. I agree with you to give him an unprecedented problem, let him have a daughter, and give him a splitting headache."

John was amused, watching the figure of the landlady coming downstairs and sitting at the small square table in front of the window.

Sherlock flashed into the living room like a ghost, his nightgown hung crookedly on his shoulders, opened, he stepped on the carpet with his bare feet, walked over, lifted John's chin, lowered his head and licked it painfully, " You even want to seduce me when you just wake up, you are tempting me all the time, you should take some inhibitors, I have a morning erection, you must at least give me some thinking ability to do a blood test."

John pulled away his clingy lips, reached out to pick up the newspaper on the table, spread it out, and shook it twice, "I didn't mean it either, I'm strictly prohibited from taking drugs."

Faced with a table of fragrant breakfast, Sherlock didn't feel any emotion. He strangled John's armpit from behind and lifted John from the chair. The newspaper in John's hand spread to the foot of the chair, and Sherlock kicked the obstructing chair away, Clinging to John's back, moving his hands over his stomach, "It's not visible to the naked eye, but it's definitely bigger than yesterday."

John's spine has been poked by his swollen morning wood, the more he tried to hide, the more Sherlock slammed the hard tip around his tailbone, and his hot palm extended from John's stomach, stretching Get into the nightgown, pinch his breasts through a thin cotton T.

"Oh, John, look what you've become." Sherlock rubbed his chest in surprise.

John's extremely sensitive pregnant breasts were covered and ravaged by his palms.

"Why is this, it's so soft here." Sherlock leaned behind John, pinching John's nipples with his fingers, as if he had encountered a code that had never been cracked.

A burning sensation passed quickly over John's flesh, blazing hot through his veins.

"This is for...well...for breastfeeding after giving birth..." John lay back on his shoulders shyly, and he was also helpless. When he woke up this morning, he obviously felt that his breasts were fuller and even softer. , like a woman.

John's breasts are not too big, like a young girl's just developing stage, they are very elastic, soft, and comfortable to the touch. He will rely on them to breastfeed his child after giving birth, so that his child will grow up healthy and strong with sufficient nutrition. big.

Sherlock rubbed him vigorously on the surface of the cotton T, seeming to be very curious about the wonderful reactions on his body and the different changes every day, Sherlock's fingers gently pulled his nipples, let go, and continued to stimulate his nipples with more force with his index fingers, Playing until he stood up, pressed his fingertips on the top of his thirsty nipple, slowly took his little grape around on the areola, licked his neck with his delicate tongue, wet John's hair, "I will endure 10 months? I have to wait 10 months before you give birth to fuck you?"

John slumped on him with his eyes closed, and the wet love fluid continued to slip from his thighs in his nightgown. Sherlock Holmes was not the only one who had to endure 10 months.

Sherlock licked the hair around his ear, one sinful hand grabbing his soft, growing breasts, the other damn hand lifted the hem of his nightgown, slid his hand inside his trousers, into his tight rear Court, "Oh, John, since when did you get wet like this?"

Sherlock's middle finger squeezed into his rectum, where John's self-sufficient lubricating fluid was still continuously secreted, John couldn't help but suck his finger tightly with the petals, and Sherlock could even hear it when he pulled it out again There was a popping sound.

John moaned violently from his throat, while Sherlock continued to fuck him with his middle finger, and the pad of the other hand rubbed his nipple hard, making it painful and pleasurable, a tiny flash of electricity, John Unable to stand still, Sherlock pushed him forward and pushed him down on the small square table. The delicious food was right next to John's cheek. Sherlock lifted his nightgown and folded it on his sexy back, and took off John's trousers, trousers It landed on John's ankle.

"No..." John rubbed his longing penis against the tablecloth, "We can't do things, the fetus is not stable yet."

"John! Don't say such spoiling words!" Sherlock snarled uncontrollably, he squatted down, knelt on the carpet, and separated John's little ass with his tormenting fingers, John suddenly heard his twitching hole emanating lewdness The sound of wet water, oh my god, he is so wet that he can make a sound when he closes and closes slightly.

Oh what to do.

How could Sherlock hear this voice, and be watched by his jeweled eyes that were used to seek the truth.

"I shouldn't let you get pregnant at once. At least I have to fuck you continuously for 3 days and 3 nights so that you can't get back together. I really want to do this, and I want to do it now."

John felt Sherlock stick his nasty fingers in again, he got two, and thrust in the narrow, fiery passage, John put his hands on the table, screaming ooooooo in his throat, Sherlock was firm and precise Touching the small G-spot in the tunnel with his middle finger, John's vigorous penis bounced, and the strong pleasure hit his brain from the prostate in one breath, like being hit by a tram, and his mind went blank for a few seconds.

When he reacted and regained consciousness from the gorgeous pleasure, Sherlock was poking into him with three fingers, oh my god, the depth of the spirit of exploration has been buried until the end of Sherlock's fingers, and he heard boo chirp continuously. The sound of boo chirping, John's water output is almost as strong as that of estrus, why it is so strong John can't figure it out, anyway, he is dying, he wants to be fucked, his willpower will be broken, so It will be crazy to go down.

"Sher, Sherlock, close...close the curtains." John then thought that he had happened to be lying in front of the window, and hoped that there was still time to maintain his privacy from the residents opposite.

Sherlock roared impatiently, and pulled the curtains irritably, the fabric made a tearing sound, and the heavy curtains were torn apart. It can be seen how strong Sherlock's furious hands were, the curtains fell from the sky and covered the two of them, Blot out the sun.

"I can't see you! John!"

"Get the damn curtains off!"

"The tea scalded me!"

"Don't scratch around!"

Hearing the sound of dishes and teacups being knocked over, the landlady hurried up from downstairs and saw that the two of them were bound by the curtains, entwined on the carpet like two cocoons, with only a part of their head exposed, wriggling inside the curtains Come and squirm.

"Mrs. Hudson! You came up just in time to help us shake this rag out."

"You two troublemakers knocked over my china!" Mrs. Hudson frantically undid the pressed curtains, and the two of them rolled a few times. She saw John's naked butt, and John quickly covered it with his nightgown.

"Sherlock! For the sake of John's pregnancy! Don't play with him! Did you not listen carefully to what your brother told you? Within 3 months, you are not allowed to do anything. It is very dangerous. John, you too , you are more sensible than him, how can you play around with Sherlock. Do you hear me!" Mrs. Hudson taught them harshly.

John lay on the floor covering himself with the curtain, nodded sincerely, "I won't let him touch me again."

Sherlock thumped the floor angrily, his whole body frantic, "Then what's the use of you."

John stared at him dissatisfied, and almost pressed him against the curtains and beat him up, "You're so thoughtless, that's all I can do?"

"Otherwise!" Sherlock's eyes were full of suppressed bloodshot eyes.

"You're losing your mind again, idiot."

Sherlock suddenly knelt up with a gloomy face.

Mrs. Frightened by his coldness, Hudson took a step back, "Sherlock! His little ass is now used for having children, not yours alone!"

"Mrs. Hudson, why don't you go out and buy me some milk and oranges." Sherlock straightened himself up on his knees, shaking out his nightgown.

"You never eat oranges."

"John wants something sour. Yeah." Sherlock looked down at him.

John stared innocently at Sherlock, when had he ever said he wanted something sour.

"Really, John? Pregnant people do crave sour food, so I'll buy it for you."

Sherlock sent her away smoothly and waited quietly for Mrs. Hudson put on his coat excitedly, walked out with a vegetable basket, suddenly jumped up from the floor, and closed the living room door heavily, with quick hands and feet, both doors were closed and locked in a few seconds, and then used A chair blocks the door.

John stood up with the help of the desk, watching him finish all this smoothly, Sherlock quirked the corners of his mouth and turned around with a smirk.

John shook his head, "Don't even think about it, don't even think about it, I love this kid and I don't want to lose him."

"I don't fuck your little ass." Sherlock came over and kissed John's lips lightly. Sherlock's moist lips smelled of mint mouthwash in the morning, biting John's upper lip and lower lip slightly at the same time Swollen, "I'm going to fuck you here." Sherlock ran his fingers over his brightly colored lips.

20 minute later.

John was kneeling on the armchair near the fireplace, and Sherlock stood in front of him, tightly tugging at the nightgown on the back of him, thrusting his haughty butt forward, piercing John's satin throat, huge The erection stuffed John's cute little mouth so deep it couldn't get any deeper, and John tried his best to swallow him only halfway, and Sherlock twitched rapidly in his searing mouth, pausing halfway to let John take a moment. Panting, and then continuing to thrust into his mouth, John's tongue slid over those bony raised veins, it was Sherlock's soaring desire, Sherlock grabbed the clothes on John's back, and John hugged his waist , Sherlock thrust forward heavily, one stroke at a time, in and out, raping John's mouth, his ingenious cock calmly scraped across John's jaw, all the way to the end, reaching his quivering throat, Sherlock The strong testicles shook violently in the air, John was fucked half to death by him, his cheeks were flushed, and he kept whimpering for mercy, and the fragmented words came out of the vocal cords with the thrusting of the penis, and the shaft was covered with John's saliva dragged out of his graceful little mouth, and then slammed into it hard. The ripe flushed lips were turned over by the hard penis again and again, and John choked out tears due to conditioned reflex, and the teardrops hung down on his eyelashes On his face, with crystal clear reflections, his forehead was bumped heavily by Sherlock's muscular lower abdomen one after another.

He's going to be screwed.

Sherlock pulled it out, and John let out a breath of relief, the sticky saliva was drawn out, connecting a lewd thread between his lips and Sherlock's firmness, John coughed violently.

Sherlock pinched his top and quickly squeezed the head of the glans with his nimble fingers, stroked it deeply a few times, and supported John's chin with the other hand, John's hands were nervously grabbing Sherlock's waist, with an inexplicable expression on his face With anticipation waiting to be shocked, Sherlock aimed at his lips, pressed them, and parted his lips again, John faithfully and thoughtfully wrapped his tip in his mouth, Sherlock slid the foreskin off heavily, pinched himself open John closed his eyes obsessively, a salty taste greeted his tongue, and then a large amount of thick and viscous semen poured into his mouth, a ball of flaming liquid spurted to John's taste buds, John's throat He gulped and swallowed non-stop until Sherlock finished ejaculating freely and contentedly, and the last drop fell into John's mouth without any waste, the essence of genius, all swallowed into John's esophagus.

Sherlock squeezed his cock and slid it out of his mouth, John pursed his lips to hold him back, reluctantly allowing Sherlock to suck off the milky white slime left on the surface of the hole.Use your tongue to gently circle the opening of the urethra stretched by the semen to make the final cleanup.

Sherlock watched his actions obsessively, and waited until John finished kissing his cock head obsessively, licking Sherlock's cock clean, and then put his pants back on.

John was finally able to rest, and collapsed to the side on the couch.

He felt the warmth in his stomach, his mouth still hot from friction, and Sherlock sat on the arm of the sofa, cupping his face and letting him lie on his lap.

"There's no next time, I won't fuck you like this again, it's more tiring than blowjob."

Sherlock calmly and gracefully stroked the center of his brow, his cute little face, the detective's emotions became much calmer after venting, even his breathing calmed down, and the restlessness in his heart was soothed, John is good at healing and comforting people's hearts, It is not limited to his superb medical skills, but also includes his generous tolerance and fine mouth.

Sherlock rubbed his hair, John suddenly felt a strong sense of happiness, he was like a little pet being petted by its owner, John's heart, liver and spleen were trembling, and goosebumps appeared in happiness, he felt very happy Unreal, like a dream.

"I love you, John."

John's heart clenched, he raised his head and saw only his shadow in Sherlock's pupils, he closed his eyes, and immersed himself in Sherlock's passionate kiss again.

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The doctor in charge of him is not a small clinic doctor like Sarah. He is sitting in the private maternity hospital of St. Mary’s. I heard that even the queen concubine comes here to give birth. The medical examination bed in the maternity examination room is bigger than the single bed in his apartment. big.

After the blood test and B-ultrasound, John changed back into his own clothes, put on a pullover and coat, the nurse opened the door for him, John didn't even have to spare the effort to touch the doorknob, Sherlock sat in the doctor's office with his legs crossed , finger impatiently tapping the armrest of the leather sofa, Mycroft was more expectant than the child's father, waiting for the doctor to report to him on another sofa.

To be honest, John can no longer tell whether he is giving birth to Sherlock or Mycroft. In short, Mycroft's enthusiasm is no less than that of the child's biological father.

The nurse offered him a cup of heartwarming hot milk. John held the cup and buried his head in the mist of happiness. He was so happy recently that his whole body was about to melt away. Pregnancy is a joyful and wonderful thing He is beginning to agree now, and he is completely different from the pessimistic and desperate John Watson when he was holding the pregnancy test stick. cute.When he just returned to China a year ago, he wanted to die in a haze, and felt that the world was lifeless, but now the air is filled with sweetness that is more fragrant than milk. He has his own child, and the Alpha who accepts him is somewhat Curious but full of humanity, obsessed with him and doted on him, and everything turned out to be real.

The doctor sat across from the three people, spread out the physical examination report on his knees, and held a ballpoint pen in his hand, "Today is the 82nd day of pregnancy, the amniotic fluid is already sufficient, and the uterus has also shifted to the center of the belly button. After the next week, it will rise obviously, congratulations to the two fathers-to-be, the fetal position is very healthy."

"Male or female." That was all Mycroft cared about.

The doctor looked at the great uncle who was more anxious than the child's biological father. He pressed the ballpoint pen and told Mycroft, "It's a boy."

Mycroft gave a rare smile of satisfaction.

"Judging from the hormonal analysis data, it's Omega." The doctor added naively, he didn't know why the temperature around Mycroft's body suddenly dropped to near freezing point when he heard this description.

John coughed to break the sudden embarrassment in the office, "What date is the due date?"

"It will take a while to judge. From now on, you can hear the heartbeat from your stomach every night. You can record this data at home. You don't need to record it every day. Record it two to three times a week. Next time Coming over to check the due date would be of great help.”

John smiled subtly.

"Can I fuck him?" Sherlock asked deadpan, serious.

Both the doctor and Mycroft froze from his shocking words, and John looked as if he wanted to smash the glass and throw himself through the window.

The doctor reacted, "When... of course, he is your Omega, you can fuck him anytime, but you have to wait patiently, you can have full intercourse after at least 100 days of pregnancy. After 100 days, there will be amniotic fluid in the uterus , the fetus in the placenta can withstand a slight impact from the outside world."

The doctor winked at Sherlock at the word light bump, "I mean, don't move too fast."

John returned to the apartment with a frightened face, Sherlock helped him take off his coat naturally, and hung it on the hanger at the door, John turned around and yelled at him, "Sherlock! Don't ask if you can in front of the doctor from now on Fuck me with stupid questions! Look at the doctor's face, I'm more like your sex toy than your other half!"

"If you mind that I didn't give you a title, I can marry you right away. It's no big deal for us to go abroad to register for marriage. I'll buy you a diamond ring."

John walked up the stairs slowly, denying him, "I don't want to become your sneaky wife. We'll get married when your mother, your brother, and your entire Holmes family are willing to recognize me."

"They're not important. You're not going to live with those people."

"I know you don't care much about family relationships, but," John walked into the living room and sat down tiredly on the sofa, "but I do, I value your family very much, I value it immensely, even more than you, I I am grateful to your mother for giving birth to you as a weirdo, and I am also grateful to your unreasonable and controlling brother for caring about you in every possible way, allowing you to bounce around London with all your hands and feet intact. I hope they can do the same Like me, I want to be able to fit in and become a real part of the Holmes family, but obviously I have to work harder."

John is about to start wearing elastic pants, his belly is officially bigger, slightly bulging, his waist will be a little tired after walking for too long, his spine is often sore, he is sleepy all day long, his limbs are weak, and he is exhausted, but these hardships None of it mattered, completely buried by John's joy.

"John, start sleeping with me today, don't sleep in separate rooms, so for a long time, I only slept with you on the first night."

"You heard the doctor say that you can have intercourse after 100 days to stimulate you."

"A rough calculation will take another 17 days and 6 hours. The day I can have sex is Friday, which happens to be the weekend. The weather is fine and the temperature is around 17 degrees. It is suitable to turn on the heater and then be naked."

John propped his forehead up on the armrest and stared at him, "You're so sketchy."

"Oh my god!" John made a sudden fuss in the armchair.

"What's wrong with my doctor?" Sherlock turned away from the window with his pants pocket in his hands.

John looked at him with surprised eyes, "The little guy just moved. How old is he?"

I heard from John's doctor that he will experience the first fetal movement at least three and a half months later, but the baby John is pregnant with seems to be genetically mutated, very ghostly, and he is so clever in less than 3 days.

"Grass, it's moving again." John seemed to be in pain from the fetal movement.

Sherlock felt fresh and curious, he threw himself on John's stomach, put his ears on it, and listened for a long time with his big smoky eyes, "I heard a gurgling sound."

"That's why I'm hungry."

Sherlock raised his head and looked at his face with contempt, "You ate five meals today..." Even though he regarded John as a treasure, the arrogance in his bones was still stubbornly deposited there.

John pursed his lips tightly, revealing two shy dimples, "I want to eat for two now, but even if I'm hungry, I can't help it."

The reaction period of John's embarrassment passed, and his appetite gradually increased along with his happiness.

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John, with pleasing golden brown hair, walked downstairs with his pillow in his arms, walked around the bathroom door in white plush slippers, and walked into Sherlock's room, standing by the bed with his pillow in his arms, wearing a A set of pure cotton home clothes.The face is full of anticipation and uneasiness, like a 17 or 8-year-old virgin girl.

Sherlock stepped aside and pulled back the covers to invite him.

Because there is a single bed in John's room, if two people want to sleep together, they have to let John stay here. John put the pillows on Sherlock's bed, got under the covers, pulled the covers over, and turned his back to Sherlock.

A springy thigh pressed against John's ass, "Ahem." Sherlock hinted at him in disgust.

John let go of his grip on the pillow and turned around obediently, and Sherlock leaned sideways towards him, spreading his knees so that one of John's calves was layered over Sherlock's thigh, and Sherlock's knees were on point against the soft double balls that John hid in his cotton pants.

John looked at Sherlock affectionately face to face, Sherlock's facial features were so exquisite that it was hard to take his eyes off.

Sherlock's arms stretched out, wrapped around John's neck, and held him in his arms, and the two of them hugged quietly and looked at each other.Like returning to the day of the first night, the long night that made John intoxicated and heartbroken.

"I can't sleep looking at your face."

"How could it be? I'll get out of bed to get my violin, and sit on the bed and play a lullaby for you."

"sounds good."

Sherlock immediately jumped out of bed, quickly ran back from the living room, jumped on the bed, the mattress bumped violently, and John realized who most of the little seeds in his belly got such a restless personality from. .

He leaned against the head of the bed, and John was lying next to him, holding the corner of Sherlock's pajamas with one hand, Sherlock smirked at the corner of his mouth at the little gesture of getting this dependence, he gracefully picked up the violin, and put it on his shoulder On the floor, the bowstring caught the strings, and he closed his eyelids immersedly, and a melodious and melodious lullaby came out. John nestled lazily beside him, with a subconscious smile that couldn't be concealed at the corner of his mouth.

He was content with life and felt that as long as Holmes was around he had nothing to worry about.