Sherlock leaned in again, whispering in John's other ear now. "You want me. Oh, you want me to fuck you. I can read it on your face. You want me to take you hard and fast and tear you apart. I can see it in your face. I can read it all over your body."
He punctuated the speech with a none too light bite to his ear, enough with his slightly sharpened teeth to draw blood, which he licked away.
"No, you don't taste like a normal mortal. Your blood is... special." He laughed darkly. "Oh, I am going to have fun with this."
He stood up suddenly and took a step away. "But... perhaps I am too eager. You want this. So perhaps I shouldn't give it to you.
Sherlock waggled his fingers again, and around came a new chain and collar. He shrunk it to fit John's cock, then slide it down the length and shrunk it more so it wouldn't move, making was looked like a permanent cock ring.
"Much better. Now, I think I might let you think about this for a while. I have to speak with my dear brother. I think I know from whose loins you were sired. I can see his rage in your eyes."
He walked out of the room without a backwards glad. Oh did he want to fuck that little man, but he would let John Watson sweat it out for a little longer. He really did need to speak with his brother.
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He punctuated the speech with a none too light bite to his ear, enough with his slightly sharpened teeth to draw blood, which he licked away.
"No, you don't taste like a normal mortal. Your blood is... special." He laughed darkly. "Oh, I am going to have fun with this."
He stood up suddenly and took a step away. "But... perhaps I am too eager. You want this. So perhaps I shouldn't give it to you.
Sherlock waggled his fingers again, and around came a new chain and collar. He shrunk it to fit John's cock, then slide it down the length and shrunk it more so it wouldn't move, making was looked like a permanent cock ring.
"Much better. Now, I think I might let you think about this for a while. I have to speak with my dear brother. I think I know from whose loins you were sired. I can see his rage in your eyes."
He walked out of the room without a backwards glad. Oh did he want to fuck that little man, but he would let John Watson sweat it out for a little longer. He really did need to speak with his brother.