ihadabadday | The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed

Sherlock eagerly nodded. Deep inside he was fairly certain that he would never be able to get that much down his throat, it seemed like a physical impossibility. But for his Sir, he would try. He would be a good boy and try to take all of him.

His eyes went wide, he coughed and gagged when his hair was pulled and more of John was forced inside of his mouth. Tears streamed down his face and he desperately needed air. His body wanted to pull back, but John wouldn't let him. He was going into fight or flight mode, he could feel it.

He heard John's question, and tried to nod, but his body was still trying to get the huge length out of his mouth so he could breathe again.

John pulled Sherlock off his cock and smoothed away the tears. "Good boy. Such a good boy for me. You'll be able to swallow it all one day." He knelt down and kissed Sherlock's bruised, but already healing lips. He smiled.

He then turned around and moved onto his hands and knees. His tail was moving in and out of his hole. So filthy.

Sherlock sniffled. He wanted to be good for his Sir. He wanted to be able to take it all. He knew right then he was going to find a way to practice. He knew that it would take a long time, but somehow, he would figure out how to get past the gag reflex and relax his muscles enough to take it.

He kissed his Sir back eagerly, sighing softly when he pulled back. He could kiss those lips forever. But his gaze was drawn to where John was using his tail on himself. Even with the wide triangle shaped tip, it still went easily in and out. He groaned, watching, entranced.

And he wasn't surprised when his length started to pay attention as well, going from soft to slightly hard as he watched. It was still pretty spent, but it was trying its best to get back into the game, it seemed.

"Do you like it? Knowing that I can fuck myself while fucking you, forcing you to take my giant cock?" John panted. He was still so incredibly hard. He moved one hand to stroke himself.

"I know I could get your cock in my hole alongside my tail." He shivered and rubbed his thumb over the head.

"Soon I want to call some people I know to use you my good boy, shoving their cocks in your mouth and hole, making you swallow their cum."

"Nnnng.." He wanted to answer, but he was rendered speechless, watching John both use his tail on himself and stroke himself. He wanted that.. to know that John's tail was inside of himself while John was rogering him, slamming that giant length in him, over and over.

Well, that was doing it, he was almost hard already. That hadn't taken long, but when you are watching your lover please himself two different ways while telling you all the filthy things that he wants to do to you, well.. that's a bit of a given.

"Yesss..." Sherlock was able to barely hiss, while he started to touch himself as well. He wanted to be Sir's good boy, let his friends use him while John watched him swallow and be covered in them, sticky and used and wrecked and debauched, a plaything for Sir and his friends.

John lifted his tail a bit, stretching his hole. "Be a good boy and put your cock in me. I want you to breed me. I want to grow gravid with our child."

He shivered and lowered his shoulders to the ground, keeping his arse in the air. "Please. Breed me."

Even though Sherlock was still in a major subspace- John had proved to be good at getting him there and keeping him there, he wanted to be good and breed his Sir. He stroked himself a few more times to make sure that he was nice and hard- that didn't take long. '

He was still totally covered with his Sir's come, so he used some as lube and stroked it on him, to slick him up. He crawled over to John and, without any preamble, pushed inside of him. After having that wide, broad, flat tail inside of him, he slid in easily, helped with the.. natural lube.

"Nnng... S-s-ir.." He groaned, pushing all the way in with almost no effort.

John cried out and pushed back. Oh it felt good. So very good. He shivered. "Good boy. Now thrust. Don't stop until you come deep in me."

He wiggled his hips, whimpering. He loved this. Being in control, but he also loved submitting. This bonding was perfect.

"Y-y-yes sir..." He couldn't have stopped, even if he wanted to. Feeling his Sir around him, tight but not overly so, wet and lubed with his own seed inside of him, it was enough to drive him crazy.

He was his Sir's good boy. He was.. He would be a good boy and breed him and give him so much that he had to become gravid. He started to thrust, not even starting slow, he started at a blistering pace. He needed to be a good boy.. he needed to breed his Sir.. he needed to come. Sherlock was grunting and panting with each thrust, going as deep as he could each time.

John had never wanted to have children before Sherlock. But now... Now he did. He wanted a family with this vampire. Regardless of what everyone else wanted for them.

"Good boy... Breeding me so well. It will catch soon." He panted, "I'll grow big with our child. Our brilliant child..."

He kept working his handover his cock, panting. He was close. So he stopped. He wanted to cum all over Sherlock's face.

"Wh... when you come, get something to plug it in me." He ordered.

Sherlock beamed at the praise. He was Sir's good boy. He was doing well.. It spurred him on even more. He could feel Sir stroking himself, and he found that he wanted it all over him.

"S-s-ir... if... I'm g-g-good.. c-can.. I.. have your s-s-eed?" He asked while he was still pounding into him. It had take all of his concentration just to be able to speak those words. He could already feel his bollocks start to tighten up. He knew it would only be a few more moments before he couldn't hold back.

They did have one more plug, it was a lot smaller, so it wouldn't hold in the seed as well, but it should be good enough to let it stay in there until it hopefully caught. At least they both hoped so.

"We shall see." John replied. They needed to get another larger plug. He moaned and pushed his hips back. He was desperate for the seed. For it to catch and breed him. He shuddered, moaning. Yes. Please. He needed it.

"Fuck. Sherlock... My amazing boy. You're doing so well."

He pulled his hand away from his cock, groaning.

"Would you let me cum all over your face?"

Sherlock whimpered loudly.. He wanted to be good and get that reward. He thrust hard and fast, he was right on the edge.

"Y-y-yes..... S-s-ir." He groaned out, he wanted that so badly, for Sir to come on his face, it was about the only place right now that didn't have his Sir's seed all over it.

"Nnng.. S-s-irrrr!!!!" He thrust hard once, then a second time. He leaned his head back and let out an almost unholy as he exploded once again. surprisingly just as strong and hard as the first. He bucked inside of his Sir, filling him with rope after rope of his warm, salty essence.

"Would you let me piss on you?" He asked, "Or in your slutty hole. Filling you with everything I can give you?"

John's words faded as he felt Sherlock fill him. He gasped and shouted and pushed back. Yes. He wanted that. To be filled and bred and and and...

"Y-y-yes!!! " He cried out, still spilling inside of Sir. "P-p-iss on me... a-anywhere you l-l-ike..." He groaned out, spilling and spilling until he had no more to give, and he collapsed on top of John, sweaty and panting and sticky with Sir's cum almost everywhere, but his face, and utterly, utterly spent. He literally had no more to give. He slipped out of John and collapsed onto the bed, still trying to catch his breath.

"Get the plug pet." He ordered. He didn't want to come until it was all over Sherlock's face. God. What a sight.

He groaned and shifted, raising his hips a bit higher.

"Please..." he begged, sounding so close to snapping, "Get the plug for me arse, so you breed me like a good boy."

Fuck. He had totally forgot.. "I-I-'m sorry, Sir.. I'm sorry.. please don't hate me.. I'm sorry." Despite being utterly wrecked and having no energy at all, he snapped back up and crawled to the box at the end of the bed. He rooted around until he found the smaller plug. He crawled back up and inserted it. After having just been opened up, it slid right in.

Sherlock whimpered and put his head down, not daring to look at Sir. He had been bad. He had forgotten.

"Please, Sir. I'm sorry I disappointing you." He wasn't worried about being punished physically, he was so eager to please his Sir that he was mad at himself for forgetting almost right after he told him.

"It's okay pet..." John moved onto his knees and stroked Sherlock's face, tilting the vampire's face up.

"I still need to come. Do you think you can lay on your back for me so I can come all over your face?"

The blonde kissed him tenderly. He was going to come all over his pet and then clean them both up, and then sleep.

Sherlock sniffled, he hadn't even realized that he had been crying, he was so upset at himself for forgetting to take care of Sir before himself. He rubbed at his slightly red and puffy eyes, then laid back on his back. The come that was on him was already starting to get sticky and dry and crusty, and he stuck a bit to the sheets because of the large amount his Sir had left on his back.

He spread his arms and legs out wide, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, ready for his Sir's piss or come or whatever he wanted to do with him.

John straddled his chest and stroked his cheek. "Good boy. I'm so very proud of you. Yes." He began to stroke himself. The mere sight of Sherlock offering himself up... Knowing he could do anything to the vampire. But it went both ways. He would the vampire do anything to him.

If Sherlock wanted him mounted by beasts, he would get on his knees. It was filthy, but he loved it. And wanted it all.

John groaned as he started to climax, pumping seed all over Sherlock's face and neck and torso. He made sure he covered the vampire.

"Nnnng." While his length did give a sympathetic twitch, he was way too far gone to even remotely get hard. It would be quite a while for that. He wiggled, preening under Sir's praise. It caused the plug in his arse to hit his prostate and he groaned, but still he was soft and spent.

His eyes were still closed, but he early opened his mouth for his Sir. He could feel the hot seed spilling into his mouth, all over his face, even his closed eyes, in his hair and down his neck, over his chest, over his nipples and in his clavicle. It seemed to never end, even though he had just come a short time before, he still covered his pet in himself. Sherlock groaned and wiggled around, trying to spread it everywhere he could.

He was totally debauched. There was not a part of him that didn't have demonseed on it, and he loved it, He wanted to be filthy for his Sir, cover in him, marked as his, come on and peed on so no one would ever doubt whose he was.

John stared at Sherlock for a moment before putting the head of his cock in that wide open mouth. "I hope you know how to swallow pet." He said.

The blonde relaxed and started to piss into Sherlock's mouth. He promised the vampire everything. And he would give him everything. Every drop of himself. The vampire had his blood. And his semen. Now his piss. All of it. Just as he would take all of the vampire.

Since his mouth was full, he couldn't answer, he just nodded his head slightly, which even that was hard, with that gigantic head inside of his mouth, filling him up again.

The first squirt was a bit of a shock. He had actually never drank it before. It was very warm, even warmer than the demon's body. It was strong and acidic and tangy.

And it was wonderful. He used his tongue to flick at the glans, and he swallowed almost every little bit of it eagerly. A little trickled out the side, as there seemed to be almost as much piss as there was come. He should have expected that, Sherlock thought.

He drank it down, trying to lick and suck at his Sir at the same time, to make it feel as good as he could for him.

He pulled out when he was finished and instinctively shook himself, piss falling onto Sherlock's cum covered face. "There you go pet. You've tasted every part of me. What do you think?" He asked.

Unbelievably, John's cock was half hard agaisnt his leg. But he wasn't going to do anything... Yet.

Sherlock smiled at the last little shakes, the dribbles falling on his face, mixing with the seed that was already there, dribbling down the sides of his face, down to his neck and ears and the now once again ruined sheets under them.

Not that he cared right now. He was floating, still deep in the subspace, utterly spent and content and a total fucking mess.

"I... l-like... all of you... s-s-ir.." He found it hard to speak or move. But he did notice that by some miracle, Sir was not totally soft yet. He raised a tired, come covered hand and gently pet at Sir's half hard cock.

The Black Book - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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