"Nnnnngg.. Johnnnn.... " John had teased him a few times, about passing him around to other demons, to have Sherlock used as repository for whomever wanted to fuck him or come on him, and now to find an actual beast, maybe not a dragon- he'd just be food- to breed him and knot him and have its way with him.
But when John had become pregnant, all that had fallen by the wayside, and now Sherlock found himself craving it more and more, to be used and made sticky and stretched and thoroughly debauched.
"P-p-please.... J-John.... Wanna.. b-be fucked.." Yes. Yes, he wanted to fucked by a beast and feel how a real knot stretches and widens inside of him so that come stays inside while it fucks him and breeds him..
It was almost enough to send him over the edge, so he stopped, and held the base of his cock, sweating and panting and dripping a puddle on the chair and dribbling down off the chair to the floor. He was almost fully seated, but he had to stop a moment so he didn't come here and now.
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But when John had become pregnant, all that had fallen by the wayside, and now Sherlock found himself craving it more and more, to be used and made sticky and stretched and thoroughly debauched.
"P-p-please.... J-John.... Wanna.. b-be fucked.." Yes. Yes, he wanted to fucked by a beast and feel how a real knot stretches and widens inside of him so that come stays inside while it fucks him and breeds him..
It was almost enough to send him over the edge, so he stopped, and held the base of his cock, sweating and panting and dripping a puddle on the chair and dribbling down off the chair to the floor. He was almost fully seated, but he had to stop a moment so he didn't come here and now.
He had to be a good boy for his Sir.