John blinked stupidly as they emerged into the corridor, adjusting to the slightly stronger lighting, and waddled after Sherlock as they headed for the main lounge bar. The sounds of Alphas chatting and the clinking of glasses barely registered; there was only his Alpha, walking proud and tall as if he owned the Earth itself, holding the leash tightly but with enough slack that John was not uncomfortable. Resisting the urge to purr at the sight of his mate like this, radiating dominance, John padded along behind Sherlock down the wood-panelled corridor until they reached the lounge doors. The doors themselves were imposing and elegant, carved walnut with stained glass panels in an art nouveau style, and they swung open as Sherlock approached.

The room was large and tastefully furnished, plush armchairs dotted liberally across half of the floor with a drinks table on the left and a leash clip on the right of each one. An enormous mirror covered the back wall behind the bar, which was fully stocked with champagne and the finest spirits and liquors, and the other half of the room was occupied with booths for groups of up to ten, providing space for Alphas to sit together and enjoy the services of one of the club Omegas. It was a busy night and the club was nearing capacity; a loud hum of chatter buzzed through the air, the Alphas already in the bar in full conversational swing. Several of them also had naked collared Omegas with them; some had a club Omega (distinguishable by their signature red collars) kneeling beside them, and some of them were perusing the guidebook. The Beta host waiting at the door bowed low as Sherlock entered and kept his eyes deferentially lowered. "Good evening, Mr Holmes," he said clearly, "May I fetch you a drink?"

Suddenly, the chatter stopped, as if a blast of ice had passed over the room. A beat later, the surreptitious whispers started. "Holmes, did he say?" "It can't be!" "Do you think that's Siger's boy?" "It must be, the younger one, oh, what's his name..." "Look at the breeder he's got with him! Ripe as anything..."

Sherlock scanned the room coolly, if anything drawing himself up to stand just a hair taller than before. He was still sporting an impressive erection, and holding the lead of an equally impressive Omega. Looking around, he knew his lithe, muscular form was easily the most pleasing in the room, and his cock the largest by far, unmistakable evidence of his incredible virility and the number of pups he'd sired on his mate.

John was full to bursting, round and ripe and smelling overpoweringly of his Alpha. The submissive, adoring aura of subspace that enveloped the Omega drew envious and impressed gazes from both Alphas and club staff alike. Some licked their lips appreciatively, while others seemed to be waiting for him to make a mistake, to purr or mewl out of turn; but it didn't happen. John's obedience remained impeccable, and when Sherlock quietly gave him permission to rub his belly, the whole room practically began salivating. The corner of the Alpha's mouth quirked up in a knowing smile. "Brandy, please," he murmured to the Beta, "And if you would escort me to a chair? I rather think I'd like my Omega to service this." He ran a hand slowly along the length of his enormous cock, making more than one other patron blush in envy.

All held their breath in anticipation as he followed the Beta escort proudly to his chair, before sinking down onto the supple leather, leaning back easily and observing the room again as if he owned the entire club. Time to show them all how good you are, he purred, clipping the leash discreetly to the shiny silver loop on the chair, Perfect Omega... He caressed John's cheek, his legs spread and his mate kneeling between them, Show me how much you love my cock.

The kneeling Omega nudged forward slightly, nuzzling into the taut fabric over his Alpha's groin and rubbing his cheek against his mate's throbbing erection with catlike enthusiasm. Unzipping him carefully he drew Sherlock's thick cock out of his trousers and stroked it with both hands, vibrating with excitement and want, his breath coming in short, eager little gusts and sighs as he slicked the shaft with precome and leant in to take it into his mouth. The plump head pushed past his lips with ease and John suckled on it delicately, massaging the underside with his tongue and mewling softly and happily as if he was nursing on Sherlock's cock the way the Alpha nursed on his nipples; he used both of his hands to massage and squeeze where his mouth couldn't reach and subtly rubbed his belly against his mate's leg, just the way he knew Sherlock liked it, doing everything in his power to give Sherlock the most exquisite blowjob possible.

A low buzz of conversation rose in the lounge again, echoing softly off the smooth marble walls and the polished wood of the discreet screens that gave the booths some privacy. Other Alphas in the middle of being similarly serviced by Omegas - their own or one provided by the club - resumed their pleasured noises amidst the chatter, the sounds of glasses clinking and growled orders adding to the cacophony. The Beta servant returned and placed Sherlock's brandy on the table beside his armchair, completely ignoring the Omega sucking the Alpha's cock as if he'd never tasted anything so good.

"Your brandy, Sir," the Beta murmured demurely, "compliments of Mr Eastlake. His card." The host held out a smart black tray, upon which lay a cream-coloured embossed business card declaring its owner to be Crispin Eastlake, Investment Banker.

Sherlock's eyes lingered on the tray for a moment before he took the card. He held it between his fore and middle fingers, examining both sides carefully, as the Beta remained in attendance for his answer. The Alpha's silent deductions were punctuated by soft, audible moans as John tended perfectly to his erection, and the sound of his pleasure blended easily with similar noises being made around him. Several chairs down, an Alpha around his age was thrusting vigorously into a pregnant club Omega's mouth, his grunts growing louder as he neared climax. Sherlock hummed in thought and arousal before pocketing the card, and neatly drawing out one of his own in its place, setting it delicately on the offered tray. "Please thank Mister Eastlake and extend my invitation to join me here. And inform him and the bar that his next drink, any drink he chooses, is to be placed on my tab," he smiled cordially, before moaning and fisting his fingers in John's short hair. "That's it," he growled as John swallowed him deeper, "Take it... God, that's good..." Keeping one hand on the Omega's head, he sipped the brandy that had been brought to him, leaned back further against the plush leather, and purred lowly. He felt deliciously powerful. He could see now why Alphas loved this.

The praise felt like heaven to John; it made him want to squirm and keen with delight but the tranquil haze of subspace made it easy to ignore the urge. Spit pooled in his mouth and slid wetly down the hard length of Sherlock's prick, smoothing the glide of the Omega's lips as he tried to take the Alpha even deeper down his throat, blind and deaf to everything except his mate and the throb of his erection. John snuffled and grunted happily as he worked, eyelids fluttering and completing the picture of an Omega who could think of nothing better than to be allowed to suck their mate's cock.

Across the room, the Beta host held out Sherlock's card on a tray for Mr Eastlake to take and relayed the message. "Mister Holmes is very kind," the blond Alpha rumbled, "I believe I shall take him up on his offer. Bring me a whisky sour." The man rose to his feet and tugged on his Omega's leash as he strolled towards Sherlock's chair, the willowy brunette woman crawling after him willingly and curling up between his legs when he sank into an armchair near the younger Alpha.

"Good evening Mister Holmes," Mr Eastlake said lightly, casually unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock. His Omega gave a delighted breathy little squeal and nuzzled into his erection when he gave her permission, humming contentedly as she sucked him. He stroked her hair as if petting a cat and took his whisky sour from the host. "I don't believe I've seen you here before?"

Sherlock hummed in agreement, taking a moment to size up his companion before answering. "You're quite right," he said with a soft moan, massaging John's scalp in reward for a particularly clever trick the Omega had just done with his tongue. "This is my first evening at Pendleton's. I've had my eye on the club for quite some time. With my breeder nearly ready to whelp, I thought it an opportune evening to make my debut." He smiled as the Beta servant returned with a drink for his companion. "Cheers," he offered, and the two Alphas toasted cordially before taking a sip of their liquor.

"I have to say, I suppose I should have expected to see some of my father's old associates here. This room alone is packed to the gills with some of the most influential Alphas in London. And all of us here to indulge in similar pleasures…" He let out a breath as John's belly rubbed harder against his knee. Sherlock's cock was far larger than Eastlake's sizable one, and he smirked when he saw the banker's gaze linger on his impressive erection and the Omega suckling it. "Perfect, isn't he? Like he was made for it," the detective moaned breathily. "And so fertile. I sired thirteen on him when we bonded, and now he will bear me three more before I breed him again."

To Eastlake's immense credit, he did not choke on his drink. Instead he raised an impressed eyebrow and took a languid sip, allowing his hand to ride his Omega's head as she sucked him with enthusiasm almost equal to John's as he sucked Sherlock.

"Thirteen is... unparalleled," he granted." I must say, he is rather lovely - mmm, yes - and he's obviously very close to whelping. I don't believe I've ever seen a breeder with teats that large," he added in wonder, purring softly to show that he was complimenting Sherlock and would not attempt to poach the Omega. "This beauty" (he nodded to the brunette kneeling between his thighs) "is my second Omega; my breeder is babysitting eight of my grandchildren. Bore me nineteen pups in six litters before her Change. I haven't bred this one, I prefer her to be useful around the house... But with a breeder like yours I shouldn't imagine you'll want a second?"

Several seats down the Alpha fucking the club Omega's mouth came with a long drawn-out grunt, breathing heavily through his nose. The servant swallowed what he could and allowed the rest to spatter over his face and chest, drawing a deep purr from the Alpha.

"Not unless he requests it," replied Sherlock, taking a moment to appreciate the Omega's reaction to the other Alpha's climax; obeying another order, the servant was now rubbing his master's come all over his heavy body, groaning happily. "Obviously the... mmm… size of our first litter speaks for the strength of our bond. I could easily have sired a comparable one on him again, if his Change weren't so near. As such, I want to draw - ah - out his remaining potential as long as possible, siring smaller litters such as this one until he has no more to bear. But he knows I can't get enough of him like this - if there were a way to - hnnh… keep him so ripe year-round I would do it. Pity that's still only within the realm of science fiction, or I'd have him on the childbed whelping a new litter every month." He licked his lips, gently pressing John's head further onto his cock, making him swallow more, which John took with ease.

"Your own breeder sounds quite impressive, as is your current choice," Sherlock complimented, "Nineteen is no modest figure. It speaks highly of your virility and choice in Omegas. And, of course, your pleasures." He smirked, beginning to thrust a little faster into John's mouth.

Eastlake returned the smirk, idly smoothing his thumb repetitively over his Omega's hair as she continued to pleasure him. This was far from the first time he'd enjoyed the delights of Pendleton's; the novelty of having his Omega servicing him in a room full of impeccably dressed Alpha's had long since worn off, so he seemed utterly composed while the younger Alpha became more and more worked up.

"There's nothing quite like knotting your pregnant mate, is there?" Eastlake mused softly, licking his lips as his gaze fell back to John. "Especially when they're that close to whelping..."

John hummed and whimpered softly as he continued to suck Sherlock with enthusiasm, his hands drifting to his belly to rub compulsively over the swollen bulge as permission to do so floated through the bond. As his Alpha began to thrust faster into his mouth the Omega purred and relaxed, eyelids fluttering in full submission as he allowed his throat to be fucked, his nose nudging into the ebony curls at the base of Sherlock's cock.

"My, you do have him well trained," Eastlake purred, "How long have you had him collared?"

On the other side of the room a female Alpha rose and strode towards one of the club's many amenities - an Omega spread out in a swing, hands and wrists bound to the shining chains. Evidence of other Alphas having used the Omega throughout the evening was streaked across his thighs and dripped out of his hole, leaving him soft and wet and open, and the Alpha smiled as she lifted her dress and pushed her cock inside him without preamble, grunting as she began to fuck him.

Sherlock bit his lip as he glanced over at the scene on the swing, before responding to Eastlake. "Only a few months," he managed before another luxurious moan, louder now, escaped his lips. "He's an exceptionally quick... nnnnnnh... learner." Hips snapping forward, the young Alpha began panting as he spoke, pleasure pooling steadily between his legs. "The second time I collared him, I... knotted his mouth... He took it perfectly..."

Sherlock grunted as he pistoned forward again, cock enveloped completely in the tight heat of his Omega's throat. "Unhhh.." He couldn't help but groan; John was utterly exquisite like this. John's full breasts were at capacity again, and began leaking in thick rivulets down his enormous teats and low belly, only to be eagerly rubbed into the Omega's glistening skin. It was utterly phonographic.

The female Alpha had the swing Omega moaning whorishly for her as she used him, his noises turning the approving heads of some of the Alphas present. Sherlock licked his lips. "What about yours? Do you keep them collared at all hours?"

"For the most part, yes," Eastlake replied serenely, taking another draught of his drink. He hummed pleasantly as his Omega began to bob her head with more enthusiasm, idly petting her as a reward, murmuring a quick "Good girl" to the brunette. "I kept my breeder collared constantly during the last three months of each pregnancy, and for the first month afterward," he informed Sherlock in an admirably composed voice, "Omegas love the security it brings. Even now, she still wants it. This one I only collar for pleasure... mmmm, yes, good girl," he finished with a growl, thrusting minutely into his Omega's mouth. Unlike the younger Alpha he wasn't chasing his pleasure; over years of attending the club he had learned to appreciate the merits of allowing his Omega to bring him to his peak by suckling on his prick for as long as it took, even if it was half an hour.

Over on the swing the club Omega was squealing breathily as the Alpha kept fucking him, smirking as she made him writhe and beg for her knot. "Yeah, you love being a fucktoy for any Alpha who wants a go, don't you, you filthy little slut?" she growled playfully, her low voice carrying across the room. "Christ, you're so full of come... positively gushing with it..."

John whined softly, pleading for his Alpha to take what he needed from him; his lips were pressed into Sherlock's dark thatch of pubic hair, the spongy tissue of Sherlock's as-yet-uninflated knot rubbing comfortably over his tongue with each thrust.

Sherlock hummed thoughtfully, admiring the Alpha's method. "Perhaps I will try something similar with my own this litter. He's ... mmm... headstrong, but he does love his collar... Besides, it should help ease - ah - his transition into being a mother of sixteen... Not that whelping and ... Hnnn, oh... and nursing three will be very much harder than balancing... thirteen newborns... There's a reason those... those teats are of record-breaking size..." The young Alpha was panting a little, pleasure beginning to take him more noticeably as he spread his legs wider, giving himself more leverage to use John's ready mouth. Sherlock unbuttoned his shirt a little more, giving a light, keening moan as he felt the stirrings of his knot slowly beginning to engorge. "Good... Perfect, Omega..," he growled, gasping, "God, that's fantastic..."

Several other interested Alphas had taken up seats near to their own to admire the virile detective and his ripe, eager mate. Across from them was now a slim blonde woman, a rather sizable redheaded female on her leash, the Omega's belly distended with what looked to be at least a litter of four, nearly ready to whelp. The blonde took the redhead on her lap without issue, the large Omega emitting a soft, low whine of pleasure as she sank onto her Alpha's cock. To their left was another young male with two male Omegas, one gravid and the other unbred. He sat on the edge of the leather cushion of the chair, his pregnant mate getting on all fours in front of him and pushing back onto his Alpha's cock, as the other massaged his master's shoulders.

"Ooh, he's really going to take your knot just like this, isn't he? I would buy my breeder two dozen treats just for that," the female Alpha complemented as she regarded John. She milked her Omega idly as she pushed in and out of her, massaging her breasts to encourage production.

Oblivious to the admiring throng John continued to suckle Sherlock's cock, making low needy whining noises in the back of his throat; his hole was soft and open, slick dripping down his thighs, and the other Alphas growled appreciatively at the sight. Eastlake began to thrust into his own Omega's mouth with more force as he watched John effortlessly take every inch of Sherlock's enormous erection, the sight making his cock twitch.

Wriggling a little to get comfortable, John begged through the bond for permission to rub his belly and soothe the triplets, who were reacting to the huge increase in pheromones and kicking hard. When he received it he purred with glee and began to sensually caress his bulging middle, running his palms over the swell slowly but firmly, and the pleasure the touches gave him made his scent grow sweeter and more enticing.

"He certainly seems - oh, yes, good girl - to enjoy being pregnant," Eastlake managed, his carefully composed mask slipping a little as his own Omega began to suck him off with more enthusiasm, meeting each of his thrusts. "My own breeder couldn't - ah, yes - get enough... sometimes I considered - ngh - letting my pack Alpha, my older sister, breed her... Fuck, that's it... Watch as my breeder was forced to drop even more eggs for her... mmmm, that's exquisite... make her grow enormous with a mixed litter of pups for our pack... In the end, we purchased an Omega from this club and bred him together. Ahhhh... that's it, suck it... come on, open your mouth a little wider... mmm, yes..."

Something gleamed in Sherlock's eyes at the words. The Alpha was thoroughly taking his Omega now, pursuing his pleasure with his cock shoved wholly down John's throat. "Fuck, I'm close-" he gasped, "God, that's exquisite..." His knot was inflating rapidly, nearly ready to fill John's mouth. "A... unnnnhhh... mixed - hah – litter... Incredible... How many - nnnnn - how many did you stuff in them?" He gave a low, loud groan. Jesus, that's it, he sent through the bond, Take me. Perfect Omega. I'm gonna fill you full to bursting.

"Six," Eastlake ground out, pushing his Omega's head further on to his cock. "Mmm... Four by my pack Alpha and two by me... Although we - ah, yes - decided I should raise them... So - ngh, that's it, take it... - we allowed them all to imprint on me, and they took on - mmm, good girl, suck it, harder... - my scent... I take it... You've considered... mmm, ohhh, fuck, good girl... Breeding a mixed litter into your Omega?"

Seeing John rub his churning womb completed the picture of perfection between Sherlock's legs, and the onlookers recognized it. The blonde's Omega was already mewling and moaning for permission to come, her mate thrusting hard into her and making her belly bounce; the redhead clutched it and suddenly gave a cry, clear fluid gushing out around the cock filling her and soaking her Alpha's lap. Her mate grinned and continued thrusting harder as the Omega began to pant, belly contracting tightly. "Ripe and ready for the birthing suite," the blonde growled, "She'll be whelping within the hour."

The other Alphas purred in admiration, eagerly watching the struggling Omega writhe on her mate's cock. The redhead's scent deepened and bloomed, the markers familiar and unmistakeable to everyone present; birthing Omega.

"She looks fit to burst," one of the club patrons complimented, "gorgeously ripe... Such lush teats, too. Seeing her in the birthing suite will be exquisite..."

Oblivious to anything but Sherlock's pleasure, John mewed softly from his position on the floor, suckling harder around Sherlock's growing knot. His throat was soft and wet and pliant around his Alpha, his eyes full of utter adoration, his expression blissful, as if he couldn't believe he was lucky enough to be allowed to suck Sherlock's cock like this. The watching Alphas shifted in their seats, some palming themselves through their clothing, others openly stroking their cocks at the sight; John was leaking heavily, slick and milk running down his plump body, completing the picture of the perfect Omega pet. He cooed and moaned as Sherlock's enormous erection filled him, forcing him to breathe through his nose; he nuzzled happily into his Alpha's dark thatch of pubic hair, begging prettily to be allowed to bring his mate to completion.

The redheaded Omega let out a louder, almost animal moan, her straining womb contracting tight. Her belly had clearly dropped, and her breathing was becoming more laboured as she rubbed and cupped the underside of it desperately, torn between pleasure and preparing to whelp. Her Alpha thrust deep again and again, taking the pleasure of being fully inside her mate while there was still time. "Going to be magnificent..," the Alpha grunted, her knot beginning to swell, "Christ... She's so responsive already... Imagine when things really get started..."

Sherlock's eyes moved between the leaking, birthing Omega on the blonde's lap to his own perfect, dripping mate between his legs. "G-god..," he gasped, eventually coming to his senses long enough to answer Eastlake's question. "Ye- hahhh- yes... M-many times... Thought about... Mmm, fuck... Having the whole pack - take it! - breed him 'til he's - Christ! - full to bursting, stuck in the nest and - ah- ahh- ahhh-!" Overwhelmed by the fantasy and the sights before him, the Alpha began to come with a long, powerful groan, shaking as he thrust forward hard and emptied himself into his mate. His fingers fisted tightly in John's hair as his knot swelled to fill the Omega's mouth, the expansion forcing his jaw open wider until he'd taken all he possibly could. Panting, the Alpha continued to grunt and make noises of pleasure as his knot pulsed, the wet, gravid pet between his legs a perfect vessel.

John keened in delight at the feeling of his Alpha's seed shooting down his throat and worked his mate through his orgasm, swallowing as much as he could take. Some of Sherlock's come spilled out past the knot, dripping from John's lips onto his breasts and belly. The other Alphas in the club watching the scene growled and purred with approval; Eastlake grunted and his hips jerked as the sight brought him to his own pleasure.

"Delicious," he complimented Sherlock, his breathing heavy and harsh. "You must be pleased to have such a willing little slut. And you, Ms Howard," he added, inclining his head towards the blonde Alpha fucking her birthing Omega. "She's right on the edge, isn't she?"

"Fuck, yes, she's - oh! - gorgeously tight," the woman replied, "Can feel her... unhhh... trying to force my knot out... she's got three of my pups in there, after all, fighting to burst out of her... oohhhhhhhh, yesss..." Growling, she snapped her hips and forced her knot into her partner, the Omega on top of her throwing her head back and clutching at her heaving belly in ecstasy.

On the floor, John keened softly, nuzzling as best he could into Sherlock's thigh and gazing up at him in utter adoration.

Panting, Sherlock looked down at the fat, helpless Omega between his thighs, John's mouth still stretched open wide around his knot. "Good boy," he praised, reaching down to trace John's wet lips with his thumb. He smirked at how they were pulled so taut. "Like a prize hog in a shop window," he crooned proudly, "mouth stuffed with a big, juicy apple. What a delicious sight you are. Fat and full and ready to whelp, and still such an eager little whore for me. Still so addicted to my cock shoved in you every way you can take it." A low moan of approval rose collectively from the other Alphas, and Ms. Howard thrust her knot harder into her writhing Omega. The woman cried out, her pants and groans increasing in neediness and volume. Her belly had dropped dramatically, and her hands wouldn't stop moving over it, the pups obviously ready to come.

Breathing hard, Ms. Howard snapped her fingers, calling a Beta servant. "Get a wheelchair for the both of us and take us to Birthing Suite 4 immediately," she demanded, "We have a reservation for this evening." Her Omega lowed desperately, making harsh grunting sounds as her belly contracted again. Her Alpha soothed her, rubbing her shoulders and admiring the display as the Beta rushed off for the wheelchair. "You're all very welcome to come, of course," she added, smirking at the other Alphas, "This one's exquisite to watch when she whelps. She becomes so primal in the heat of labour, like a wild animal."

The colour deepened from Sherlock's cheeks as he looked up, watching the two appreciatively. "Perhaps another day," he finally replied, "We have plans to attend the breeding show shortly. But if you accelerate her next pregnancy as you did this one, I feel it won't be long before we'll have another chance to take you up on your offer... I quite enjoy a breeder in labour myself." He caressed the curve of John's jaw as his knot began to deflate, massaging it gently to ease the transition.

John whimpered gently, pressing in to Sherlock's hand like a puppy. He wriggled closer to his Alpha and slumped against his leg, resting his head on Sherlock's thigh as the last of the knot deflated, his eyes soft and limpid. The other Alphas growled in approval as they watched him beg for his mate's affections so needily, his mouth still stretched wide around the knot. He could not understand his Alpha's words, but he understood his intent well enough; he was happy to sit obediently between his mate's legs, to be judged and evaluated. He swallowed as his mate pulsed down his throat again, massaging the knot with his tongue as best he could. Deep in subspace, he longed to make his Alpha come, to bring his mate pleasure.

The club servants soon brought a wheelchair for Ms Howard's Omega and wheeled her off to the birthing suite, still writhing and groaning on her mate's knot. John's vague thoughts, that could be me soon, filtered through the bond. The pups were restless in his belly, wriggling and kicking hard, bumping against Sherlock's leg as if to demand their share of attention from their sire; instinctively John knew that he was within days of birthing the triplets.

Eastlake and a few of the other Alphas took their leave and followed Ms Howard to the birthing suite. They nodded and growled to Sherlock in respect, careful not to offer a hand to shake in case their proximity was seen as a threat to the man's Omega.

"Will we have the pleasure of watching your breeder birth your litter here, Mr Holmes?" one of the remaining Alphas asked deferentially, gazing at John while his own Omega nuzzled his crotch and begged to be allowed to suck his cock.

Sherlock's cheeks blushed a deeper shade of aroused pink as he looked down at his Omega. His thumbs gently worked the hinge of John's jaw, though he well knew his mate did not need this much attention to recover. The thought of John birthing in front of an audience was enough to make the Alpha release another pulse of seed down his Omega's throat as he rocked into John's used mouth again, groaning lowly. He knew it was possible; John's belly had dropped, and the pups were pressing against him eagerly, ready to meet their father. The club Omega had recognized how close John was in an instant, and the faint scent of birth was beginning to creep into John's scent, humid and promising. It could even happen tomorrow, certainly sooner rather than later. If they just stayed long enough at the club, there was a good chance... Sherlock came in John's mouth a second time with a long, luxurious moan before deigning to answer. "Perhaps," said Sherlock, evaluating John's heavy body with a lustful gaze, "It would be exquisite, wouldn't it? And he'll be much more mobile with three than thirteen. He could put on quite a show." The Alpha bit his lip, temptation curling invitingly around his heart, but... "It will ultimately be his own decision," he finally acknowledged, "I have a feeling he would rather birth in the privacy of our own home, in the presence of our pack at the very most. But I would not object if he wished me to rent a suite here. I'm sure we'd have a full house." His leg rubbed against the doctor's straining middle, subtly giving the pups the attention they needed.

"You certainly would," the Alpha replied, gazing a little enviously at John. "Seeing him birth thirteen must have been exquisite..."

Further conversation was precluded by a discreet announcement flickering onto the screens embedded in the walls: This evening's shows will begin in fifteen minutes. If you have a booking, please make your way to the relevant suite.

The majority of the Alphas in the lounge began to prepare to move to the suites as the screens switched back to their previous display, blending seamlessly into the panelling of the walls.

John blinked slowly, his eyes still glazed, vaguely aware that something was happening. Sherlock's praise and affections percolated through the bond to reach his hormone-soaked mind, flooding through him like a drug and keeping him calm and pliant. His whimpers ceased and he basked in his Alpha's adoration, suckling around the knot to mimic the subtle contractions of an Omega's passage; still deep in subspace, when the knot finally deflated fully he was content to rest with his Alpha's softening cock in his mouth until he was given new orders. The triplets relaxed at their father's touch, bumping against his leg and warping the taut skin of John's belly.

A server appeared at Sherlock's elbow, holding a sleek black keycard with a silver number 1 on it. "Your suite is ready, Mr Holmes," the Beta murmured deferentially, "will you require a wheelchair for your Omega?"

Sherlock delicately lifted the keycard from the tray and looked over his mate carefully, considering. John had been on his knees for so long, and would be again for at least a little while they watched the show. "No, thank you," he replied, sliding the black card into his breast pocket and dismissing the Beta with a wave of his hand. "Good boy," he cooed to John, stroking his hair adoringly. "Time to move. Let go now." The Omega relaxed his jaw once again, allowing the Alpha to slip out. "Perfect. Thank you," Sherlock smiled. His fingers deftly unclipped the leash from the chair, and he took the cool leather in his hand, offering John the other for leverage. "Up," he commended, purring as his Omega pulled himself to standing. "Come."

The detective was grateful for their private suite; it would allow John to repose comfortably, away from the lustful gazes of the other Alphas. As much as Sherlock was pleased by the attention, it would be relaxing to have his Omega all to himself for a time. Each step he took towards the room was slow, carefully measured to keep slack on the leash. He purred as he watched John waddle along behind him. The Omega could do with stretching his legs, and Sherlock would not argue with the pleasure of watching him do so.

You were gorgeous back there, he sent warmly, The others' Omegas paled in comparison. And your mouth... Exquisite. The Alpha smiled, seemingly to himself, standing tall as he led his partner along. They turned down a hallway carpeted with rich red rugs, and soon arrived at a polished black door, a golden number 1 gleaming richly in the centre. Sherlock discreetly handed his keycard to their newest Beta attendant. A quick scan, and the lock clicked open, the Beta pulling the handle and returning the card to Sherlock in one seamless motion.

The door swung open to reveal a luxuriously furnished room with a heavy velvet curtain obscuring the far wall. John waddled in behind Sherlock, his newly-low belly making him sway heavily, feet planted wide apart to support his bulk. Looking around, he could only take in the most basic details; plush carpet, a single velvet armchair in the centre of the room facing the curtain, a sideboard with drinks and the club portfolio, several large floor cushions designed to be knelt on or lounged on by Omegas attending to the Alpha.

John stood beside the chair, rubbing his belly and purring quietly to himself as the Beta took their drinks orders. He was too deep in subspace to follow the conversation; he was simply happy to know his mate was nearby, and rubbed his gravid middle proudly, as if to show off that he belonged to this handsome, virile Alpha, that Sherlock had bred him.

The room was lit only by a few candles, scented with rosewood and cedar. When the door clicked closed they were plunged into warm darkness, the flickering candlelight seeming to emphasise John's pregnancy. His belly shone with a mixture of sweat, bath oils and Sherlock's come, his breasts just beginning to leak again. Between his legs slick began to pool and run down his thighs, his body preparing to be knotted by his mate as he sensed the hormones in the air.

There was a discreet tap at the door before the Beta entered, carrying the drink Sherlock had ordered. "May I bring you anything else for the show, sir?" the man asked, his eyes deferentially lowered.

Sherlock's eyes were only for his mate. His gaze traced John's every curve slowly, as a collector would admire a finely cut diamond. The Alpha absently tapped two fingers on the polished wood of the side table, indicating the Beta should set down the glass.

"Water for my Omega," he ordered, watching John's hands roam the overfull swell of his womb. The candlelight flickered invitingly across the taut, glistening skin, and Sherlock licked his lips. The Beta patiently stood to attention. "A few toys as well, I think. A hands-free vibrator that can only be removed deliberately - I don't want him to have to work to keep it in. And perhaps another hands-free device, similar to an Omegalight, that will vibrate or contract without him having to exert effort fuck it. You can surprise me with a third or a fourth. I enjoy exploring the unknown delights the club has in their inventory." He dismissed the Beta with a flick of his wrist, smirking when the lock snicked shut once more.

"You like showing off for me," Sherlock purred proudly, "You love how I've made you like this." He knew John's cock was standing to attention underneath the curve of his massive belly. The Alpha chuckled lowly. "That Omega drank all he could and you're already leaking again... I could have asked for a pump to relieve you, but you're far too gorgeous with those giant teats of yours full to bursting... just like the rest of you... and we have to have a matching set now, don't we?" His gaze rested hungrily on John's low belly.

"You're so ripe, so heavy you can barely stand. The way you hold yourself now, keeping your legs bowed, so encumbered by the weight of your middle... Watching you waddle, even watching you like this, is a show of its own. I want you to pace a little before settling down. Show me how much of a burden your womb is. The Beta will return in a few minutes and outfit you with the internal and external vibrators. Make a few more rounds with the toys on and working, then come recline on the cushions at my feet. I want you like that for a little while, before I take you myself," Sherlock growled, his own cock throbbing at the thought.

John mewed prettily at the praise and affection, his hands rubbing over his bulging belly compulsively. He began to pace the room as best he could, making sure to stay where his Alpha could see him from the armchair. The effort soon showed; his breath was coming in shorter huffs and grunts, his knees bowing just a little, one hand pressed to his spine to support his back. No sign of discomfort entered his scent, but the weight of his belly could not have been more obvious.

When the Beta returned John kept pacing, barely listening as the servant spoke to Sherlock. When his Alpha snapped his fingers to command his attention, however, he waddled quickly to his mate's side, and stood obediently as the servant carefully fitted the Omegalight with a silk-rope harness and then the internal vibrator. His breathing hitched as the toy penetrated him. As it began to buzz, John shifted, eyelids fluttering, but refused to make a sound. Deep in subspace, he didn't want to disappoint his Alpha by doing anything without permission.

The club servant stepped back and cast a longing, flirtatious gaze at Sherlock as they left, but John was oblivious. He paced mindlessly, each step more laboured, until he was quivering with the desire to mewl and moan; he didn't make it far before his legs threatened to give out, and he sank onto the cushion in front of Sherlock's chair with a grateful sigh. As the curtain began to lift, he laid his head on Sherlock's thigh, twitching and trembling as he was relentlessly stimulated, rubbing his belly and moaning softly.

Sherlock paid the Beta's amorous expressions no mind, barely noticing them before dismissing them from his thoughts as if waving away a wisp of smoke. The servant wasn't competition or companion, and could not be used for the sorts of pleasure Sherlock sought; in short, he was utterly uninteresting aside from his usefulness as a waiter. Stroking his groaning, trembling mate's hair, he flipped idly through the discreet black binder that seemed to be a fixture in every room.

The list of virgin Omegas did not get more than a glance at the heading before Sherlock turned the page. His fingers lingered slightly longer on the glossy photographs of currently unbred playmates. Those who were looking to be impregnated earned the greater share of his time; he traced the soft curves of their middles thoughtfully, calculating their average litter size, how they would grow, how heavy and shapely their form would become. But their pleasures were not to be his; he was not looking to breed. He licked his lips as he turned to the third section of the menu, greeted by the sight of an enormous Omega with voluptuous teats, pinned helplessly to their bed by a belly nearly full to bursting with an enormous litter. He glanced down at John for a moment. "Could be you," he echoed with a grin. "What do you think - another companion after this? You played so well with your first..." His grin widened at the soft, primal noise that emerged from John in response.

Further browsing was interrupted as the curtain began to lift. "Hush now," Sherlock ordered, setting the book aside and settling back in the armchair, his eyes darkening in anticipation.

When the curtain had lifted it became clear that the wall it had covered was actually a two way mirror: The room it revealed was brightly lit and fitted out with a raised platform, upon which there was a breeding stand built in chrome and leather. Three Alphas were lounging on plush sofas to one side; three of the walls of the room appeared mirrored, betraying the presence of other suites like Sherlock and John's, the remaining wall panelled and carved in wood and containing a large reinforced wooden door.

The Alphas all looked similar in age; they had identical packmarks on their right shoulders, like the one Mycroft had given Sherlock. Two of them had a very strong resemblance to each other and were very obviously brothers, with the blond being taller than his brunet sibling. The third was shorter, of a more athletic build, dark-skinned, dark-haired, dark-eyed.

Information flashed up onto the screens in the room, informing the patrons that the blond's name was Martin, his brown-haired brother was called Anthony, and their packmate was called Leo.

The door swung open. Instantly the three Alphas were alert, sniffing the air, their pupils blowing wide as they caught the scent of Omega-in-heat. A fourth Alpha (the screens informed the audience that her name was Emily) led a trembling Omega into the room by the hand, hushing and gentling him until he was reclining on one of the sofas and being scented by the four Alphas.

"Fuck, Brendan, you smell so ripe," Leo breathed, licking a stripe up his neck.

Sherlock shivered, his muscles tensing slightly. His pupils dilated wider, the black swallowing all but a very thin ring of iris. The scent of the Omega's heat faintly began to penetrate the private suite, a siren call to every virile Alpha it reached. Breeding shows were only allowed under such carefully controlled conditions as the club provided; an unbonded Omega in heat in a room full of non-pack Alphas was a certain recipe for infighting and injury. Separated by walls of reinforced glass, the voyeurs would be exposed to enough hormones to feel immersed in the experience, but not enough to start charging the two-way mirror in an instinctual frenzy.

Sherlock growled as the playmate let out a soft, needy whine, another lush wave of heat hormones sending the detective's blood rushing straight to his cock. He had forgotten the experience of being near an Omega in this state, how it seemed to erase almost every other thought or emotion other than pure desire and a primal need to claim and impregnate. Even his bones felt hot inside him.

Breathing heavily, Sherlock watched as the pack Alphas took turns getting close to the breeder. Slick was already pooling on the sofa between Brendan's legs, his thighs wet and glistening from the walk in. There was a softness and fullness to his stomach that suggested he was used to being bred regularly. Sherlock wondered how many were in his last litter, and how many he would be burdened with this time. With four Alphas to take him, it would be no small number.

Picking up on his Alpha's obvious arousal John keened softly, shivering as he was relentlessly stimulated by the toys. He wanted to rub his face against Sherlock's erection, to lavish attention on it until his mate was panting and on the verge of coming, but he was content to sit between Sherlock's thighs, rubbing his own enormous belly and whimpering for attention.

In the breeding suite, the four Alphas had started whispering to the Omega. "It's all right..." "We'll take care of you..." "Give you what you need..." "Make you feel so good..." The Omega nodded vigorously, pleading to be filled and bred, whining and spreading his legs and trying to flip onto his hands and knees to present. "Please... oh god, please, please fill me, please breed me, I need... I need you to give me your pups... please, I want it, want..."

Emily growled loudly, her cock already fully hard as she rubbed it against the breeder's thigh. "Get him in the stand," she instructed Leo and Martin, "I'll fucking knot right here if I wait much longer... Christ, he's so ready for it..." In under a minute the mewling Omega was strapped in to the breeding stand, his neck held in place by a thick leather collar, his knees and wrists bound to the frame. His legs were spread wide, his leaking hole exposed and vulnerable. Leo, Martin, and Anthony moved to surround the Omega's head, stroking his hair and shoulders and murmuring to him. As pack leader, Emily would breed him first.

Sherlock inhaled at the soft whimpers coming from his mate, tearing his eyes away from the scene for a moment to look down at John. He had ordered his mate to hush, and the Omega was not being - could not be - obedient. But not a growl or a reprimand escaped the Alpha's lips. Instead, he tapped a button on the remote the Beta had left behind; the vibrations diminished in intensity immediately. Even in the presence of another Omega in heat, he could not ignore the desperation of his bonded partner. "Shhh," he reminded him lowly, beginning to massage John's scalp. Soon enough.

He returned his attention to the stage as the Emily approached the stand hungrily. Brendan was keening and tugging eagerly against the restraints now. In the presence of so many Alphas, his hormones had spiked; the air was thick with the smell of his heat as pheromones rolled off him in waves. Despite the most patient efforts of the pack, his eyes were wide and desperate, his breathing laboured and laced with eager whimpers. Sherlock growled as a rush of slick gushed from between the Omega's trembling legs and splashed onto the floor. The three male Alphas swayed at the sight, but did not break rank.

Emily's cock was far larger and thicker than all the others, and Sherlock found himself purring with approval as she began to rub up against the Omega, letting her enormous erection stimulate and claim the area between Brendan's legs. Sherlock's own cock was still the largest he had ever encountered, but Emily's advertised that she'd sired no small amount of pups herself; the detective had no doubt she and her similarly well-endowed pack would give the Omega all he could take.

Relieved, John quieted and laid his head on Sherlock's thigh again, pressing into him and inhaling his Alpha, mate, aroused, protective scent. His eyes were too glazed to watch the show, his mind too fogged to understand it even if he could see it, but he was perfectly content now that he was capable of obeying his Alpha again. He sat silently, nuzzling Sherlock's leg.

Emily growled as Brendan began to plead more desperately for her cock. "Shhh, pretty," she cooed, "let me take care of you... Let me take the hurt away." She smoothed an appreciative palm over his backside, feeling the underlying plumpness which betrayed his previous litters, and lined herself up with the other hand. "So ready for your pack, aren't you? Ready to carry our pups again?" Brendan squealed and nodded feverishly, rocking his hips in a desperate effort to impale himself on Emily's cock, but the breeding stand held him firmly in place and he could do nothing but kneel and wait to be bred. "Alright, my sweet, let's see how many you can give us," Emily purred, gripping the Omega's hip and pushing in.

As soon as the head of Emily's large cock entered him Brendan cried out and came, his small cock spurting a few drops of come onto the floor. Emily gritted her teeth and moaned. "Fuck, you're eager... That's it, take it..."

Sherlock's nostrils flared as the scent in the room changed. It was obvious the Omega in heat had coupled, but the pheromones rolled off him more strongly than ever, this time encouraging seed production and a large knot. The surrounding Alphas groaned, swaying their hips eagerly. They had taken a step back in respect as their leader began to breed the helpless Omega, but their cocks were dripping and harder than ever, and they stroked themselves carefully to take the edge off.

Sherlock groaned, suddenly finding his own hand at his cock. His balls were swelling slowly, filling heavily with potent seed. He panted, squirming and shifting in his chair. The Alpha let out a low moan. The Omega on the stand wailed in desperation and pleasure, and Sherlock began to massage himself, cupping and toying with his balls as best he could, the massive length of his cock jutting out thickly from him.

A whimper and eager nuzzle at his thigh, and the Alpha smirked. "Go ahead, lick and suckle all you want until I'm full to bursting," he growled, taking John's collar and pulling the stimulated Omega between his legs. He pressed John's head into his groin, though he hardly needed to guide his mate to what John was so deeply craving. "Just don't make me come. I'm saving that for when you've finished on the vibrator."

John whined happily and began to suckle gently on his Alpha's enormous member. The action pushed his belly against Sherlock's shin, and he began to rub up against his mate as if unable to get close enough.

"P-please, oh, please, give it to me, yes, give me all of your cock, please!" Brendan cried out, trembling and sweating.

Emily smiled and granted him mercy, sliding the rest of her cock into him in one fluid motion. "There, that's what you wanted, isn't it? Mmm, yes, that's better, now your greedy little pussy is full of cock." She spanked him lightly as she began to move, thrusting smoothly and quickly. "Christ, you're so wet. Come on baby, you want to give us a nice big mixed litter, don't you? Drop an egg for me, sweetheart," she growled, the other Alphas of the pack stroking themselves more firmly.

The Omega nodded as best he could, crying out in bliss. "Yes, fuck, please, want it, want... mmm, yes, use me, breed me, please..." He gave a long, soft moan as his scent spiked; the pack all twitched, their nostrils flaring as they scented the air.

"Oh, such a greedy little tart," the pack leader panted, pupils blown wide, "two eggs for me already... knew you wanted it. Mmm, yes, take it, fuck, here it comes..." Her hips stuttered as her knot began to inflate. "Take it, fucking take it..."

Sherlock purred and growled, groaning as John gave him pleasure. The pups shifted and kicked against his leg, making the Omega's belly strain outwards. "Good boy..," he moaned, filling to capacity with seed. He knew John could smell it; the Omega lapped at the base of his cock and nosed at his balls, silently begging for his knot. Sherlock wanted to give it to him, but he wasn't about to give in so soon. Four Alphas would breed the Omega on stage. This was only the beginning.

"Two eggs," Sherlock breathed, guiding John to place his mouth on his balls, "An impressive start. Though you managed more than that in less time, the first time we bred." He moved his leg in circles to rub more against the low globe of John's middle, the action making him swell with pride. He had done this to his mate. He had given him thirteen at once too, making him swell so large he couldn't leave their nest for months. Secure in his own prowess, his mind wandered to consider his mate breeding a mixed litter, what it might be like if his own pack took his mate one by one... John dropping eggs for Mycroft, Greg... becoming a broodmare for the family... "N-nnnghh...," he moaned lowly, biting his lip as his hips shook with the effort of holding back release.

"Ohhhh, yes, that's it," Emily choked out, her knot locked deep inside Brendan, giving short little stabbing thrusts with her hips as if to ensure every last drop of her seed entered him. "There you go, my sweet. That's what you needed, isn't it. Now make me some babies," she demanded, giving his rump a firm smack.

The other three Alphas of the pack had calmed a little now that the Omega's scent had changed to reflect the fact he was being knotted. Leo began to stroke himself in readiness for being the next one to breed him, his eyes fixed on Brendan's face as the Omega shivered through another orgasm with a slack jaw and glassy eyes.

Between Sherlock's legs John mewled softly, kissing and lapping at the base of Sherlock's cock. Deep in his subconscious he could scent the knotting and craved to feel his own Alpha's knot securely buried in him. He whined plaintively as Brendan's scent fizzed floral and bloomed, growing richer and sweeter and ripe. The two eggs he had dropped for the pack leader had attached.

Something in Sherlock's eyes darkened even further. He breathed heavily through his nostrils, his purring like a low, sustained growl. "You like that?" he rumbled, tearing his eyes away from the scene to look at John. Such a little cockslut, hmm? Even before you smelled him being bred you were begging for me to fill you up. Not even subspace can quiet your desire.

He hooked two fingers in John's collar and guided the Omega away from his cock. John's face was wet and glistening where Sherlock's precome had leaked over it and been rubbed in by the Omega's fervent nuzzling. "How is the vibrator feeling, hmm? Hold onto my knees and pull yourself to standing."

As soon as John was on his two feet again, hands braced on Sherlock's thighs, the Alpha turned up the speed of the vibrator with a smirk. He watched as John's hips jerked and stuttered, the Omega moaning and making pleasured sounds with his permission until he came suddenly at Sherlock's allowance. "Good, then." He helped John slump into his lap, not removing the harness just yet, but bringing them one step closer to coupling.

Emily's knot had begun to deflate, but Brendan's scent remained ripe with the promise of more pups. "Gorgeous," the pack leader rumbled in approval, "ready for more? Brendan nodded, whimpering as Leo stepped up.

"Loved seeing you like this last time," Leo purred, "so heavy with a mixed litter for your pack. You loved carrying babies from all four of your Alphas, didn't you?" The pack leader finally withdrew, sending cum and slick cascading down the back of the Omega's thighs. She stepped back, allowing Leo to step in to her place. "Ready?" he asked the helpless breeder, rubbing his thick cock against the Omega's slick entrance.

Brendan mewed desperately, the scents of his pack sending his heat hormones through the roof. As he was not bonded to any of them, he would continue to smell ripe until the next Alpha came to service him; already he had dropped an egg for Leo, and the coffee-skinned Alpha growled in appreciation as he lined himself up and pushed in. "Fuck, my knot's already pulsing," he gasped, snapping his hips.

John reclined against Sherlock, his belly low and heavy between his legs. He waited eagerly for his next order: he wanted to prove he was just as good as the other Omega.

Sherlock nuzzled the back of John's neck, eyes fixed on the scene in front of him on anticipation. As he watched Leo begin to thrust with vigour, he laved hotly over the scar of John's bondmark, sending notes of his mate's desire blooming across his tongue. Sherlock smirked and kissed the spot. One hand cupped John's round belly firmly, feeling the heft of it, as the other massaged one huge teat. "No need to be so rigid," he purred lowly, "You're much better than every other Omega on the planet. Just relax..."

Brendan's staccato cries of pleasure filled the space as Leo drove into him, and Sherlock began to roll his hips in response. "Mmmm, that's it..," he growled to himself, growing warmer. "Make him take it... He's insatiable in heat..." His cock pressed between John's cheeks, feeling the slight vibration there, and it suddenly irked him that John's passage was blocked. With a huff, the Alpha turned off the vibrator belt. "That's enough," he said firmly, shifting John onto his side and beginning to remove the devices. He was too hard not to have easy access to the Omega's hole the instant he was ready for it.

John shuddered deeply, drawing in an unsteady breath and quivering in arousal. While he couldn't follow the events of the show clearly, deep in subspace, he could smell his own Alpha's arousal and possessive need coursing through him. His mate was so deliciously hard for him, was touching his pup-stuffed belly with a firm hand and groping his milky breasts, and it made the Omega part of John writhe in glee.

"Yes... come on... oh, fuck, mmm..." Leo growled, his hips working furiously. The Alpha was obviously chasing his orgasm with the sole purpose of coming as deeply as possible inside the pack Omega. "You love it when we take turns, don't you," he rumbled, his knot pulsing at the thought. "Love it when we all sire pups on you, give you a nice heavy litter to carry..."

Brendan merely squealed in bliss and jerked his hips minutely. "N-need it... give me pups, please," he begged, "need my Alphas. Need all of you!" The promise of further breeding crept into his scent; he had dropped two more eggs, and the scent tipped Leo over the edge. He shoved his knot deep inside the breeder and began to come, pumping wave after wave of his seed into Brendan's fertile womb with a loud groan of relief.

Sherlock bit his lip, moaning loudly. The vibrator belt loosened and slipped free from his Omega with a bit of coaxing; deep in instinct as he was, he still had John's care in mind. He tossed the device aside, letting his hands slide uninhibited over his mate once more. Sherlock's palm fell to the lowest curve of the Omega's belly; it was firm, the pups and the food John had been stuffed with making it pendulously low. He growled in pride. He had made his Omega carry like this.

Not ready to enter his partner just yet, he rutted hard and fast against John's arse as Leo bred the pack Omega. As possessive an Alpha as he was, he still felt a fleeting desire to see John in such a way. The idea of watching his mate moan and writhe and beg as he was stuffed with more and more pups satisfied part of Sherlock as an Alpha and as a pack member. John was leaking, desperately wet beneath his cock, and with the last two Alphas preparing to take their turns, Sherlock lined up with the Omega's entrance. "Get on your hands and knees," he ordered, helping John to the ground. He would mount him like this, claim him and fill him to his limit. As Leo finally pulled out and the next Alpha stepped up, Sherlock sank into his mate with a deep, primal groan, feeling John's rotund belly strain against the floor.

John grunted his submission, subtly arching back into his Alpha's thrusts. He ached to keen and whine in bliss, waiting obediently for permission to vocalise. The spectacle of the show was lost on him; his world was simply Sherlock and the pleasure he was giving him. In his belly the triplets squirmed and wriggled happily, as if they sensed the strengthening of the bond between their parents.

Brendan, meanwhile, was not holding back. He was screaming with each breath, words and mindless noise intermingled, begging for more pups even as his scent deepened and the next Alpha groaned with the effort of not knotting immediately.

Sherlock's eyes darkened as the Omega on stage began to vocalize his pleasure. He could see the fourth Alpha on stage, Anthony, palming himself out of eagerness at the sound. The smell of heat was growing prominent even in Sherlock's insulated room, and he had to concentrate to keep from coming as Martin drove deep into Brendan's sweating, shaking body. Sherlock growled, nipping his own Omega's bond mark lightly. "Let me hear you," he rumbled. He could imagine Brendan as John, but there was nothing more delicious than the sound of his own Omega's voice. He could feel the pups pressing against his hands and growled, his cock twitching at the reminder of John's fecundity. Thrusting into the Omega harder, Sherlock braced one hand on the floor and used the other to grope John's belly shamelessly, groaning in pride of what he'd given him. It wouldn't be long before this litter arrived; aside from John's low, heavy belly the faintest indicators were creeping into the Omega's scent. After tonight, John would not leave the house, Sherlock hovering around him constantly in anticipation of the doctor delivering their pups.

John keened and let his head drop, exposing his nape as fully as possible to his Alpha. His mouth hung open as he panted and moaned, pushing back into the sensations of his mate's cock rubbing against his walls and filling him, arching his spine so that his sensitive navel rubbed more strongly against the floor. Distantly he heard the sound of an Alpha in another room grunting and growling; John could not understand the words, but knew well enough that the Alpha was about to knot, and lowed softly, subtly begging Sherlock to knot him, too, eager to please his own Alpha.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to - Christ, I'm gonna knot," Martin gasped, grinding his hips deeply against Brendan's arse and pulling the Omega closer, as if trying to impale him further as his knot expanded fully and he began to come. Brendan mewled happily, staying docile in his restraints; he was clearly close to coming just from being strapped in place and bred by his pack. Martin gave Brendan's backside a playful smack as he jerked to stillness, his smile broad and good-natured. "There you go, you gorgeous little slut, that's what you wanted, isn't it? More babies from your pack. A third Alpha siring pups in your litter." The Alpha inhaled deeply through his nose, eyes fluttering shut when he scented Brendan dropping eggs for him.

Sherlock gave a low moan, driving deeper into his own Omega. He let his gaze drop briefly from the scene to roam over his mate's heavy body, smirking as he saw how desperate and animal John had become. "You need it too, don't you?" he purred, keeping up his pace. "You're always such a needy slut right before you whelp. And this time, I have the stamina to satisfy you all on my own." He circled his hips, growling in pleasure as the friction made John moan. The scent of pregnant Omega was growing deeper by the moment as Brendan's eggs fertilized, and Sherlock inhaled, his cheeks flushing. "I'd stuff you full with another litter right here if I could," he panted, the beginnings of a knot catching gently on John's hole with each thrust, "Give you so many you'd be bedridden again. But just look at you now-" He pistoned in to press John's protruding belly button even harder against the floor, grinning at the sound it drew from the Omega. "A perfect whore for me, so swollen out with my pups you're hardly able to stand on your own two feet. Christ, I can't wait to see you whelp this time."

While John could not understand Sherlock's words, he understood the images flooding through their bond well enough. He purred and moaned in agreement, his hole beginning to contract around his Alpha's knot as his body was pushed closer to orgasm; he held back obediently, knowing he must wait for permission. A note of desperate neediness crept into his scent, his only thought pleasing his mate.

On stage, Martin pulled out of the bound Omega and Anthony immediately stepped up to take his place, sinking his cock into Brendan's dripping entrance with no hesitation. He began to roll his hips smoothly, building up a relentless rhythm. Watching the others breed the Omega had only increased his desire. His cock ached with the need to knot and he fucked Brendan with short, hard stabs of his hips, grunting his exertion, too lost to lust to speak. Held in place by the breeding stand, Brendan could only whimper and beg to be bred, his scent displaying his total submission.

Sherlock sunk deep into John over and over again, the renewed action on stage drawing his attention back to the show. He licked his lips, hardly able to imagine the number of pups the writhing Omega had conceived so far, only to be stuffed with more. His own knot began to swell further as Anthony worked his way towards release, and he nipped at John's neck, growling lowly, his body pressed flush against his mate's. He panted harder, his thrusts increasing in speed. "Come for me," he growled, his knot now too swollen to pull out. "I want to feel you, hear you. Loudly, now." He gasped and groaned lowly, pushing in as deep as he could as his knot expanded suddenly, his enormous member flooding John with seed. The Alpha shook and trembled, his hand pressed to the lowest swell of the Omega's belly.

The scream which ripped from John with his orgasm drowned out all sounds of the show; he pushed back against his Alpha, the stimulation of the knot making his small cock jerk wildly against the underside of his swollen belly as he spent. For the Omega the moment seemed suspended in time, as if it would never end, unable to feel anything but pleasure and pride at having satisfied his mate. When the spasms finally passed John's breathing was shallow and he went limp in Sherlock's arms, weak as a kitten. A beatific smile spread across his face at the sound of his Alpha's possessive growling somewhere above him. Safe, the sound promised, protect you. Something in John's scent bloomed and deepened at the reassurance, the notes heralding labour growing a little stronger. Anyone who scented him would know that he would be whelping in a matter of days.

Panting hard, Sherlock let both of his hands fall to the ground to keep him from collapsing on top of his mate. John was still undulating around him, and every little clench of his Omega's passage drew a low sound of bliss from the Alpha. Sherlock's nostrils flared a little with each inhale - something was different. Something that made him want to curl around his Omega and never let go. Gently, he eased them onto their sides, wrapping his long limbs around his mate and pressing his nose to his scent gland. He drew a deep breath in and shivered in pleasure. On stage, the show was beginning to draw to its conclusion, but all that mattered to the detective was his Omega. He palmed the low curve of John's belly and purred proudly. "Mmm... Mine," he rumbled, only lightly nipping the soft lobe of John's ear. "Good boy."

John preened and purred, wriggling happily on the floor and snuggling back against Sherlock. Mmm, yours, he echoed fuzzily, more through feelings than words. Nothing could have made him feel safer or more loved than to have his Alpha curled up behind him, petting him, firmly impaling him, claiming him. The triplets kicked firmly against their sire's hand, vying for their share of attention.

On the stage, the lights had begun to dim. Brendan was cooing happily, eyes closed in bliss, as the four Alphas crowded around him to stroke him and nuzzle him. Their murmurs grew softer as the sound system faded too, and soon the only sound in the suite was the purring of a contented Omega pet and the proud growls of a satisfied Alpha.

Sherlock hummed, his long fingers circling the bulges where his offspring pressed towards him. His mate was perfect, and their pups were strong and healthy. Kissing along John's neck, Sherlock let his nose linger over the dark, purple-hued bite once more. A sweet ripeness had blanketed the usual scent of John's pregnancy. The detective inhaled again, a deeper growl vibrating in his throat. "Mine," he whispered. The scent compelled him to bring his mate somewhere safe to whelp, and as his knot began to fade, his thoughts turned to their home.

Sherlock's hand made wider circles on John's belly, feeling the shape and the weight of it, appreciating how low it now sat. It forced John's hips apart, deepening his waddle enough to make each step cumbersome. The Alpha grinned proudly; these would be big pups, even bigger than their elder siblings.

When his knot deflated completely, the detective pulled out, placating his partner with a few sweet kisses before standing, clipping on John's leash and encouraging him to do the same. Come, he commanded, hefting his Omega to his feet. Let's collect your things and find our nest before you require a birthing suite here. When they arrived home, he would feed John so much that he could barely leave the bed, forcing his Omega to take as much nourishment as possible in preparation for his labour.

Barely half an hour later the couple's private car was pulling up outside their home. John mewled vaguely and nuzzled closer to Sherlock. "Nest," he mumbled happily, "home." The soothing blankness of subspace had receded just a little, enough for him to form a few simple words, but he still felt the pull of his mate, the need to be as close to his side as possible. Being at the club and performing so well had earned him so much praise it made him feel giddy, and his inner Omega hoped there was more praise to be had. He waddled behind Sherlock as his Alpha led him back into the house, still purring in satisfaction at having pleased his mate so well.

Mycroft looked up as they entered the lounge. The pups had him pinned to the floor, curled up asleep and purring all over his chest and legs, Imogen nuzzled into the hollow at his throat. "Good evening, brother dear," he greeted Sherlock warmly, taking care to keep his voice low so he didn't wake the babies. "I trust you had a pleasant evening?

Sherlock smirked proudly, drawing John's leash closer and placing an arm around his mate's ample waist. "We did," he purred, confirming what Mycroft could already see; both Alpha and Omega radiated pleasure and contentment in equal measure. Kissing John's flushed cheek, Sherlock gently unclipped the lead from his mate's collar and let the full weight of the leash fall into his hand. Then he inhaled deeply, immersing himself in the familiar smells of home. The pups' scents greeted and grounded him, making his smile softer. He let the breath go, and with it any tension leftover from his posturing at the club.

"Come, my love. Let's say goodnight to the children," he murmured quietly, helping John to the floor. Together, they scented their pups, nuzzling their soft curls and kissing their chubby, rosy cheeks. At Sherlock's soft command, and with a little help, the parents carried their babies two by two back to their cribs and tucked them into bed.

When all were settled, the Alpha helped his mate lumber heavily back to their nest. No sooner had the doors closed behind them than the plush robe covering the Omega fell to the floor. They'd both washed before leaving the club, but John's heavy belly glowed in the soft light, quivering as it strained outwards with the weight of the pups. "Now," murmured Sherlock, letting his eyes roam as he lowered his mate onto the plush nest. He stripped quickly and climbed in behind him, his slender form curling tenderly around John's girth. Mine, he affirmed lovingly, his lips finding the soft spot behind John's jaw, the pulse point on his neck, the curve of his shoulder. So perfect, so good for me. His hands massaged John's breasts and the swell of his middle, caressing and carefully calculating. Soon, he affirmed, nuzzling the Omega, his right hand cupping the underside of John's belly. Good mate, good mother. So proud. Love you. The tender praises flowed easily through their bond, each accompanied by loving touch. Sherlock let his entire being show his devotion to John, and as he did so, he unfastened the beautiful collar and set it aside on the table.

In the living room, Mycroft growled softly to himself. He knew that his brother could easily protect the litter, and John, but something tugged at his instinct and made him unwilling to leave the house. The scent of imminent birthing was unmistakeable, and the pack Alpha knew the triplets would come sooner rather than later. Pacing uneasily, he double and triple-checked all of the doors and windows to ensure they were locked, before draping himself onto the sofa and slipping into a light sleep.

John blinked hazily as the fog of subspace lifted a little as his collar was removed. He hummed at the touch on his belly, fuzzily acquiescing to all of Sherlock's caring attentions; he felt just as pampered and spoilt now as he had at the club, only this time he knew it was for him, and not his Omega side. He nuzzled closer. "Sherlock," he murmured, growing more alert by degrees. "Mate. My Sherlock. Love you." He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his mate's nose, then giggled to himself, reaching out to wrap his arms around his Alpha as best he could.

As the pair lay together in the nest, John gradually came back to himself, helped by Sherlock's devoted care and meticulous attentions. Finally he opened his eyes fully, that unmistakeable trace of intelligence in them, his rational mind back in full force. "Sherlock," he breathed, wriggling as he tried to get closer to his mate, succeeding only in crawling half on top of him. He buried his nose in the crook of his Alpha's neck and inhaled deeply. John was exhausted, and could feel the tug of sleep, but he needed his mate first. "How was - was I, I mean, was it - the club, did it -" he stammered nervously; he wanted to ask whether his performance at the club at satisfied the Alpha, but didn't quite know how, and let his feelings flow through the bond instead, showing Sherlock everything, how he had been blissed out of his mind, and how he hoped his submission had been everything the Alpha had wanted out of the experience.

Sherlock smiled tenderly, placing a helping hand at the small of John's back. "Yes," he affirmed aloud, "You were brilliant. The club was wonderful, but you... You were the crown jewel of the experience. You were everything I wished for and more, my brilliant Omega." He let his memories and feelings flow through the bond as he spoke, the showing John their evening from his perspective. You bested every other Omega there, the whole lot of them. I could not possibly be more pleased, or more proud. He pressed a reassuring, soft kiss to the tip of John's nose, the corners of his eyes crinkling when he smiled. He kissed John again, this time his lips pressing to his mate's, and purred lowly.

They lay together for a time, Sherlock stroking his mate's hair and continuing to let his impressions of the club flow through the bond until John was satisfied. He knew John had fretted over the experience, and he was determined to soothe every worry and insecurity about his performance. How are you feeling? he asked curiously when John had relaxed fully against him, the Omega's heavy body still fitting comfortably against his own. He knew his mate was falling asleep, but the detective needed to know the answer. John's scent continued to change in subtle ways, causing tendrils of excitement and anticipation to curl in the Alpha's stomach.

Satisfied, John purred in reply, sleepy. He nuzzled closer to his Alpha, burying his face in the crook of Sherlock's neck and clinging to him possessively. Can feel it, he murmured, it's building. Pups are settling. Don't think we'll have much time after we feed the babies tomorrow before this lot are on their way... Can't wait to meet them. Can't wait for you to scent them.

Sighing happily, John fell into a deep sleep. He was all but dead to the world for a full nine and a half hours and when he woke, it was to hear the babies cooing and gurgling from the nursery. "Unnnghhhhhh," he complained, blinking against the light. "Fine." He prodded Sherlock's ribs. "Babies," he demanded, wanting his Alpha to bring him their children so they could have some bonding time before the triplets were born. They had moved further during the night and his belly had dropped lower; he could feel the pressure more now that all three pups had turned.

Sherlock groaned, burrowing his face further against the crook of John's neck. Hiding his eyes couldn't protect him from the well-placed jabs of John's finger, however. "Ouch, John-," he whined, trying to snuggle closer, but receiving a few more pokes for his effort. "Ow- Fine, fine, I surrender," he chuckled, catching John's hand mid-strike. He brought it to his lips and kissed it sweetly. "Good morning," he smiled, his other hand already rubbing John's middle. His eyes travelled downward and confirmed what the Omega's scent was telling him. "Christ, look at you," he breathed, feeling how low and firm his mate's belly was. He took a moment to collect himself, his instincts and his rational mind both suddenly fighting for his attention. Just then, one of the pups began raising their voice. Sherlock blinked and shook his head, as if trying to clear water out of his ears. "Right," he muttered, "Pups first, and then you're eating as much food as we can make for you before it's time. You're going to need your strength." He kissed John and got out of bed reluctantly, double checking the room was secure before heading to the nursery.

As his Alpha brought their pups to him, John purred and shifted to sit up against the headboard. He fed them in pairs, cooing and babbling at them, beaming at his mate as if to say look what you gave me, tiny little people, so perfect.

Felix, as usual, was clinging stubbornly to Sherlock and refused to be handed to his mother. "Dada!" he insisted, even as his little lips smacked in search of milk. John chuckled. "Hold him against me, love," he instructed Sherlock, "he'll feed if you hold him." The little Omega looked suspiciously at his father as he was placed against his mother, but when it became clear his sire was still going to hold him, he settled and latched on with a contented grunt.

Surrounded by their thirteen sated babies, John gazed at Sherlock and purred. He didn't need to push any words through the bond; he felt blissful, complete, and knew it wouldn't be long before the triplets began to arrive. Already there was an ache in his lower back, ramping up to become contractions. "I don't think we've got very long," he whispered huskily, "this one is going to be fast. I can feel it."

"Anything is going to feel fast after having thirteen pups at once," Sherlock pointed out reasonably. As John shifted in discomfort, he placed his hands under his mate's back and began massaging gently. "And you'll be fully conscious for this round, unlike the last. You're going to feel everything in full force. Makes me a bit glad it's going to go quicker."

Soon, there came a soft knock at the door, making Sherlock sit up and growl. "Not now, my sweet," came the soft voice of Beatrice from the other side of the door. The Alpha instantly relaxed as the scent of his mother reached him. "Come in." Beatrice entered gingerly, carrying a tray laden with food. The elderly Omega kept her movements slow and careful; she could scent John's labour coming on, and knew that hormones were running high. With Sherlock's permission, she gently sat herself on the end of the bed, and smiled shyly but warmly at her son-in-law, placing the tray beside him. "You'll need to eat a little something to prepare for this one, especially after such a big day yesterday," she murmured wisely, lifting the lid on a large bowl. "I've made you a special broth that Cook made for me before I had the boys. It should go down easy even when your appetite starts to wane, and it will help you keep your strength up when things really kick in. You're not long now," she said, her eyes kind as she regarded John's middle and her son's gentle attentions. With a final nod of understanding, she rose and left them to it, the door shutting soundlessly behind her.

On the sofa, Mycroft blinked blearily as he began to awaken. He lay for a few minutes, unmoving, before stretching carefully, flexing each muscle beneath his now-rumpled suit. His instincts were telling him to be on his guard; soon there would be new pups in his pack, and he had to ensure their safety. He growled loudly and pulled on his coat and shoes, carefully checking all of the doors and windows again before stalking outside to check the grounds for intruders.

John rubbed his cheek against Sherlock's chest beseechingly. He knew he could get his Alpha to do anything for him when he played up to the helpless breeding Omega stereotype, and he felt too lazy to feed himself. So fat, he whined petulantly, so full of babies. Covered in your litter. Please... feed me? Need to keep my strength up... He rubbed against his mate again, purring hopefully, even as he petted and scented the pile of happily cooing babies surrounding them both.

Right on cue, the Alpha went pink from head to toe, his pupils dilating a touch as he puffed up his chest proudly. Of course, my sweet, he purred, I'll feed you up, keep you nice and strong. Want you to be as full as I can make you before you whelp. Grabbing the small ladle his mother had provided, he carefully lifted the steaming broth to John's mouth, his purring growing deeper as the Omega drank it down.

As Sherlock slowly fed his mate, his free hand tended to the pups. Felix was curled placidly in the crook of his neck, a short, contented little huff escaping the tiny Omega each time his father pet his hair. Imogen dozed near his knees along with Arthur, and Benedict had taken up residence against his back, purring along with his father's breathing. Sherlock crooned to them as he fed John grapes and buttered toast in between full ladles of broth. He watched as his Omega's belly dropped lower even as it pushed outwards with the meal, and he knew their new pups could hear him as well.

John's inner Omega writhed in glee as his Alpha fed him, eagerly lapping up the broth. This felt so different from the last time he'd whelped; then he'd been helpless and scared, pinned to the bed with the number of pups stuffed in his belly, and had to retreat into instinct to cope. Now he knew what to expect, knew what his body was capable of, and only had three pups to birth. His Alpha was here, caring for him, providing, and their existing litter was happy and contented. Safety surrounded him like a blanket, making him sigh and croon happily as the pains in his back grew.

He wasn't sure how long they lay there. The moment seemed suspended in time, a perfect hazy snapshot of joy; the sun was still climbing in the sky and the room was flooded with light. This time the nest was airier and lighter, made of cooler fabrics, and John was comfortable in his nudity. He snuggled against his mate and licked his chest, breathing a little heavier as he peeped up at him with a small smile playing on his lips. It's almost time, he sent huskily, I can feel them settle. They're coming.

Sherlock inhaled, and as he held the air in his lungs it felt almost electric with anticipation. A thousand thoughts seemed to flash through his mind in an instant as he looked back at his mate, each one of them answered just as quickly as a new sense of confidence suddenly flooded him. He could sense their strong pack leader securing their home, protecting them from harm. It put his mind at ease, relieving him from the burden of sole guardian of his Omega. Their pack ties, too, were stronger than ever before, he knew that they had full support from his family at any time during John's labour. This time, he was free to focus the entirety of his mind on his whelping mate, secure in knowing the rest was taken care of.

Soon, the Alpha echoed with a smile, pressing a hand to John's belly.

He gently prodded the other Omegas through their pack bonds to come and retrieve the pups, all of whom were now snoozing soundly. John's pains would become much worse when his contractions began in earnest, and he didn't want their little ones distressed by the groans and cries of their whelping mother. Beatrice, Molly, Catherine, and Remington entered the nest together, now welcomed by soft, proud purrs from the Alpha. Look at what I've done, his posture said, and the Omegas smiled tenderly, placing traditional good-luck kisses on John's forehead and belly as they left with the last of the babies.

John pressed his face into his mate's chest and breathed deeply, allowing his Alpha's scent to permeate his senses. He stayed like that, letting the silence fill the room, nuzzled against Sherlock, until he felt the first strong spasm course through him.

"Ah! Christ... that's.." the Omega mumbled, rubbing his cheek against Sherlock. "Ngh. Need... need to be on my hands and knees, I think. Help me roll over?" Grunting as he shifted, John gasped loudly as he was halfway through the manoeuvre. Fluid gushed down his thighs, soaking the bed as his scent bloomed fully and filled the room; birthing Omega, protect me!

The Omega moaned luxuriously and flexed his spine, shifting his knees a little wider. He could brace himself against the headboard like this, leaving his mate free to catch their pups. "God," John huffed, "Feels... feel... pressure. Jesus. So full, Sherlock... Mmm... ah, touch me, feel if I'm dilated... coming on fast now," he mumbled, closing his eyes as his breathing grew heavy.

Sherlock's eyes had widened as the yellowish fluid splashed onto the covers, his hands tightening instinctively on his mate's hips. He needed no coaxing to touch his labouring partner, moving to feel between John's legs. "Not yet," he replied roughly, "Patience." He, too, could feel the pressure of the pups pushing downwards; the skin around the Omega's hole was beginning to bulge with their weight, but John had to dilate several more centimetres before he could deliver safely. The Alpha purred in sympathy and pride, pressing a kiss to John's lower back before massaging the tight muscle.

The contraction was so strong it felt like trying to massage a bundle of steel cables, Sherlock marvelled. Perhaps he had been too deep in instinct the last time his mate whelped to give mental space to these kinds of details. He knew the same was true for John, who would be much more conscious of every sensation of his labour, with less of the comfortable haze of his primitive mind to shield him. "So full..," he affirmed lowly. "You're going to whelp so well for me." His hands moved around John's middle, gently palpitating the lowest curve of his ripe belly. "My, they might even be larger than yesterday," he grinned, his satisfaction growing as John's breathing continued to deepen and grow more strained. He whispered sweet nothings and reassurances to his partner, placing kisses on John's bare skin to distract him as he dilated.

"Ugh... God, they feel huge," John breathed, trying to get comfortable. "Bigger than the last lot, I reckon. You've been feeding me up so much I bet they're all big, chubby, healthy pups. You knocked me up properly, didn't you? Got me nice and full. Ohhhhhhhhh... Christ, yes. I fucking love birthing your pups, you know that? Love whelping your litter. Nnnnnghh... the first one, the first one's head's engaged... can feel it... Ah!" He gasped sharply as another contraction gripped him. It was far stronger than the last, making him pant and moan as his body prepared to deliver the first of the triplets. "Ohhhhh, fuck. Sherlock, touch me, touch my belly. Want your hands on me," John demanded suddenly, wanting his Alpha's touch to ease the aches. "Want your hands on this huge belly stuffed with your pups." A slow, sly grin spread across John's face. He might be in pain, but he could still have a little fun at his mate's expense. "And you're going to give me more, aren't you?" he asked innocently. "You're gonna shove that lovely fat cock in me as soon as my microheat starts and then fuck me without mercy until you can scent that you've bred me again. Tell me..."

A deep blush spread across the Alpha's cheeks and chest, his hormones surging just at the thought. Sherlock pressed his hands to his mate's round belly, growling in pleasure as he felt John contract. His already erect cock had grown harder and larger. It throbbed between John's legs as he pressed himself against his Omega, clear fluid leaking from the tip. "I want you pregnant all the time," he groaned, "You won't get more than a few minutes' break between litters, I can assure you." He rocked his hips, making the motions of mounting his mate. "I'll take you at the first faint scent of your heat, pound into you to make it come on faster until you're an animal for me, thinking of nothing but my cock, pleading for more of my pups to make you swell out again." He could feel John's belly tighten harder, grinning at the low moan it squeezed from the Omega. His hands rubbed and caressed his mate's oblong middle, providing what little they could in the way of relief. "I'll pound into you so hard you won't be able to form words to beg for more, and when I plug you with my knot, it will be so huge you'll think you're whelping again. And I won't stop. I'll knot you over and over, even when I know you've been bred, until your womb is full with my pups and your belly swollen with my seed." He groaned when John howled at the next contraction. "These pups are far larger than the first," he purred, "And you're more lucid. You're going to be begging to get them out once you begin whelping in earnest." He felt the lowest curve of John's middle and grinned, knowing full well the other side of Omega labour. "You'll also be begging for it never to stop."

"Unnnnhhhhh," John agreed incoherently, arching into his mate's touch. "Yeah. Mmmm... Fucking hell Sherlock, I'm so bloody wet, I can feel it... Christ, ah, did you feel that one?!" He gripped the headboard tighter as the contraction ripped through him, turning his face away so Sherlock wouldn't see his sly grin. The Alpha was clearly enjoying this, and John wanted to encourage him, wanted to rile him up until he was almost out of his mind with lust. Last time he'd birthed he'd been too deep in instinct to be aware of much, but this time he could feel everything, and the mere thought of pushing out Sherlock's pups made his cock throb. "God, Sherlock, touch me. Touch my cock, please," he begged breathily, canting his hips a little, wanting his mate's large hand covering him completely. "I need it. And finger me," he added decisively, "fucking finger me right fucking now." John gritted his teeth against the wanton moan that tried to burst from him with the next contraction and exhaled heavily as it passed. "Fucking hell. Now I know it feels this - aaahhhhhhhh - this fucking good, you better never stop knocking me up..."

"Never," Sherlock agreed, his pupils dilated much wider than the light of the room required. His hands flew to do just as John requested; the Omega was so slick his fingers had little trouble entering him, plunging eagerly into the tight ring of muscle. His strong hand closed around John's cock, tugging and caressing, beginning to work him in time with the hand inside him. It was as if he were under a spell; the more his Omega groaned and gasped in pleasure, the less Sherlock was himself, his arousal and John's cock vulnerable state drawing his instincts to the surface. Mindful of their pups, he worked John thoroughly: stroking, stretching, thrusting. He moaned as he touched him, his breathing heavy and rough, his cock swollen larger than ever as John drew closer to birthing. It was already difficult to hide in his trousers on a normal day; now it would be nearly impossible to disguise. John contracted around the Alpha's fingers, and Sherlock growled in satisfaction. "You're going to be a vision... when that first massive pup starts dropping...," he moaned, nipping John's ear, his huge cock rubbing against the Omega's thigh, "If you think this feels good... you're going to be writhing in pleasure as you whelp..."

"Fuck," John agreed, rocking his hips back onto his mate's fingers and forward into the grip of his fist. "So good." He could smell his Alpha's arousal, pride, and promise of protection; it was thick in the air, heavy and intoxicating. The contractions came faster and stronger in response, stealing the air from his lungs as his muscles spasmed hard.

"Sherlock", the Omega growled, his eyes clouding a little as instinct increased its hold on him. "Want... I want... ahhhhhhh... oh, god... want you to..." he blushed and broke off, humming through the next contraction. "Unh... Alpha... please... want... I want it," John mewled. He grunted as the pups shifted again, feeling them settle further as the first pup's head began to engage. "Not long," he breathed succinctly, "want it. Sherlock. Nnnnnhhhh... Sherlock, fuck me. Do it. Want it." His eyes closed as he spoke, his hips canting back in a silent plea. His mate's ministrations had pushed him past the point of no return; he needed release, and he knew he wanted it by Sherlock's gigantic cock filling him up as he prepared to birth their second litter.

Sherlock's eyes widened, the request making his heart skip a beat, his cock twitching readily. "You're such a slut when you're whelping," he breathed, grinning. Without any further prompting, he pulled his fingers out of the Omega's entrance and gripped his own enormous member, guiding it to John's dripping hole and pushing in with a deep moan. Despite opening in preparation for the birth, John was still incredibly tight, and the Alpha gave a cry of pleasure as a sudden contraction forced his mate to clench around him. Gripping John's hips firmly, he began to move. "You like this?" he groaned, thrusting forward in short, rapid stabs; he wanted to fill John but avoid the first pup's head as it began to drop. "Look at you, so fat and full, on the verge of pushing out my litter - and still you beg for more. You're incredible. And all mine," the Alpha purred. He panted quietly, grunting as he undulated his body, his cock stretching and filling the labouring Omega to the chorus of John's strained moaning.

"I fucking love it," John growled, closing his eyes and arching his back. Having his mate filling him like this made him feel utterly secure, His Alpha's short thrusts were just deep enough to rub over his prostate and, already sensitive from birthing, it wasn't long before the Omega was gasping and shuddering through his orgasm. "Mmm, god, yeah, that's it... ohhhhh, fuck, Sherlock!"

He let the Alpha fuck him a little longer before mewling and canting his hips. "Sherlock... nnh, off, off, s'coming, first pup's coming," he grunted desperately, wriggling a little to dislodge his mate. "Need you to catch it." He whined a little as his mate slipped free, even though he could feel the first pup beginning to stretch him as it descended into the birth canal. "Christ, it's big," John moaned, adjusting his white-knuckled grip on the headboard. "Bigger than any of the last lot. Fucking hell, you've bred me good and proper, haven't you? Ahhhhh... got me full of big... healthy... babies..." Each word was punctuated by a grunt as another contraction hit and the baby moved a little further through him.

"Mmm, and I've fed you up as well. All of those extra portions have only made our children heavier and stronger. I told you it wouldn't be easy getting them out," Sherlock purred, rubbing his erection against John's backside. His long fingers massaged John's soft hips as the labouring Omega strained. "You'd be the envy of the club if you'd chosen to birth at Pendleton's," he growled, "But this stunning scene is for my eyes only." Kissing the small of John's back with pride, the Alpha purred as he felt his mate give another hearty shove. "That's it, gorgeous," he hummed, licking his lips in anticipation. "You're feeling every ounce of that enormous pup I've got you with." As the skin around John's hole began to bulge, he cupped a hand over it, the hot flesh pressing firmly against his palm.

"God", John grunted in reply, "think this one's even bigger than Arthur... Fuck, Sherlock, ohhh fuuuuuuuuuuck..." His cries rose in pitch as the pup began to crown, his hole stretching around a head of thick, auburn hair. John arched his back into the contraction and moaned as he was forced to open wider and wider until finally the baby's head began to emerge. The Omega purred breathlessly; he knew his Alpha was waiting and trusted him to catch the first of their new litter. He felt trapped, pinned, in a way he adored; helpless with child, he could do nothing but kneel on the bed and push out Sherlock's babies. The thought made him smile in bliss as he gave another strong push, savouring each tiny movement as he birthed. He exhaled heavily as another contraction finally pushed the first of the triplets into Sherlock's waiting hands, struggling to look over his shoulder so he could see. John mewled enquiringly at his Alpha, watching as Sherlock cradled their newborn.

The Alpha beamed back at his mate, even as he struggled to keep a hold on their enormous, squirmy newborn. The pup had been though quite the squeeze, and seemed intent on using the newfound space to writhe, stretch, and kick as much as possible. "It's a girl," Sherlock announced, chuckling proudly as he fought her flailing limbs to dry her, "And a hefty one at that." He kissed her forehead, pulling a cap over her fluffy auburn hair. "Mycroft will be pleased about you," he informed her as he brought her closer for John to see. The baby calmed as she inhaled her mother's scent properly for the first time, a soft little mewl escaping her as she opened her blue-green eyes. Sherlock's mouth fell open a little, the Alpha's gaze softening. "Well now," he whispered with a crooked little smile, "You match more than just your uncle, hmm?"

The baby blinked up at her father, her tiny fingers grasping randomly as she sought her mother's scent. John purred softly, nuzzling their newest pup. "Hello, Miranda Rose," he murmured, "hello beautiful girl. You've got your daddy's eyes, you lucky thing, haven't you? Ohhhhhh... and it won't be long before your brothers join us." He arched his back as the next pup began moving into position, feeling its head engage. "Better feed you quickly, hey?" John knelt upright on the bed, gently taking the baby from his mate. His breasts had begun to leak already and he was glad of the relief, purring contentedly as the new arrival latched and began to suckle hungrily. Sherlock's scent surrounded him and the baby, making both of them feel secure; John leaned back against his mate, smiling down at the tiny girl, his hole still loose and ready for birthing, the remaining two pups still wiggling and kicking for space in his belly.

Sherlock purred softly, massaging his Omega's sides tenderly as he rested his head on John's shoulder. "She's perfect," he murmured, watching Miranda intently as she ate, "A beautiful, healthy little Alpha." John's belly tightened beneath Sherlock's hands again, making the detective smile. "My, they're coming fast," he crooned, making firmer circles as John groaned. His left hand dropped to feel between John's legs, his purring deepening as his fingers caressed the Omega's slick hole. Sherlock pressed a gentle kiss to John's cheek. "You're a vision," he said softly, "And you're doing splendidly. She's bigger than Arthur, indeed, and you looked like you were having the time of your life getting her out."

John mewled quietly. "I was... It feels incredible, pushing your babies into the world. Sometimes I think I've forgotten how it feels to not be pregnant."

Miranda drank her fill and latched off with a tiny yawn. John purred softly and kissed her forehead, passing her back to Sherlock so his Alpha could lay her safely out of the way. When he was satisfied that the baby was warm and comfortable, he allowed his instincts to come to the fore again in preparation for birthing the second pup. It was already pressing heavily on his cervix, inching slowly into the birth canal; John exhaled hard and braced his arms against the headboard.

"Ngh... Not sure you'll have time to fuck me before this one... But feel free to eat me out," he teased with a lascivious smirk over his shoulder. "Better be quick, if you want it. Your pup isn't wasting any time shoving its way out of me..."

Sherlock groaned at the words, his face and chest flushing in excitement. "I don't think it's just me who wants it," he purred, letting his hands trail slowly over John's swollen sides. The Alpha spread his legs, allowing his body to sink deeper, wasting no time in pressing his lips to the Omega's dripping entrance.

John's scent was now strongest between his legs, and the distinct notes of birthing Omega clouded Sherlock's mind like a drug. He needed to protect his labouring mate, but he also needed to give him pleasure, to satisfy him as his body worked to deliver their pups. With a low moan, the Alpha laved over John's hole, licking him clean. He smirked as he felt John contract beneath his tongue, the noises from his Omega only encouraging him further. Sherlock pressed inside, his eyelids fluttering at the sensation. The heat and pressure were delicious, and he ate his labouring partner out greedily, his tongue thrusting in deep, John's fluids leaking down his chin.

John exhaled shakily. This felt like one of the most intimate things he'd ever shared with Sherlock; to feel the Alpha's tongue on him, lapping at him with unmistakeable lust and hunger, while he grunted and huffed with the effort of birthing his mate's pup, made his little cock throb and leak. "Sh- Sherlock," he moaned, groaning open-mouthed as the pup shoved its way lower into the birth canal. "Fuck. Yes. Alpha..." he muttered, pleasure clouding his mind and allowing his Omega side to rise to the surface. His thighs began to shake, something building in his pelvis, until he couldn't help but scream a warning and jerk his hips as he came and the baby inched closer to being born. John barely felt the pain as the pup opened him wide; he felt his Alpha's tongue leave him as the baby began to crown and whimpered petulantly, settling when Sherlock's strong hand stroked soothingly over his back.

"Mate," John demanded urgently, "pup. Coming. Nghhhh..." With another sensual heave, the Omega felt the pup force its way out of him and into his Alpha's steady hands.

Sherlock kept a firm hold on their child - a son, he noticed, as he lifted him from between John's legs. He tended to him with tender efficiency, the pup protesting with forceful, petulant squalls as Sherlock rubbed him down. "Hush now, my love. You'll be clean and warm again in no-" The Alpha paused, the cloth held still on the baby's bum. His enormous, proud grin grew wider in amusement and wonder. "John," he giggled joyfully, suddenly hurrying to finish. Sherlock pulled a cap neatly over his son's shock of straight black hair, and shuffled closer to his Omega. "Look," he whispered, their new baby cradled in one arm, Sherlock's other hand pointing proudly at the pup's backside, where a small, brown birthmark graced his left cheek.

"That's never happened before," Sherlock declared happily, "Isn't it amazing? Isn't he perfect?" He kissed his son's head, cradling him close and scenting him before passing him to his mother. "Another Alpha. I think this one's Jasper, don't you?" he purred, his fingers trailing down John's back as he watched the two together.

John grinned, his rational mind taking over once more now that the second pup had been safely birthed. "Of course our son would have a birthmark on his arse," he laughed, kissing the tiny boy's forehead. "He's perfect, love." The baby latched and began to suckle quietly, calming as he imprinted on his mother's scent. "You're just perfect, aren't you Jasper? My beautiful boy." Jasper blinked up at John, revealing startlingly green eyes. "Thank god we didn't call you Harry," John muttered under his breath, stroking his son's cheek. "Oh, Sherlock, he's just gorgeous," he beamed at his mate, inwardly purring with pride at having produced so many handsome pups for his Alpha. "Is it a Holmes trait, being born with a full head of hair? Every single one of our babies has had hair when they were born, and I'm pretty sure I was bald until I was six months old..."

"For myself, that was true. But Mycroft was mostly bald for the first few months as well," said Sherlock with a grin. "So it would seem that our pups simply got the right Holmes brother as their sire. Lucky for us, too - I wouldn't fancy trying to tell three bald babies apart, to say nothing of thirteen." Purring deep in his chest, he stroked Jasper's soft hair proudly as the pup suckled. "He really is beautiful, just as beautiful as his siblings..," he murmured, admiring the way his son's small fingers curled against John's breast. He felt a sudden urge to see a few of John's first pictures; he was certain that John in his infancy would bear a near-exact resemblance to Jasper and some of the others. "Did you ever keep any of your baby photos?" the Alpha asked casually, treading with care into lesser-known territory. Even when they had first met, Harry was the only family John had in the world; if the pictures still existed, it was because one of the two siblings had kept them.

"There's an album, somewhere," John replied softly. "I put a lot of things into storage when I left for Afghanistan and never got round to opening all of the boxes. It'll be in one of them. Don't get your hopes up, though, I looked more like a potato than anything else. Proper chubby little thing... and I'd managed to trim down, but look at me now," he teased Sherlock. "My Alpha has bred me and fed me until I'm all soft and curvy..."

Jasper latched off, finally sated. John laid him down carefully next to the still-sleeping Miranda and purred gently as his tiny son snuggled in to his sister's warmth and instantly fell asleep. "Feels like we'll have a short break before the last one," John murmured quietly, nosing into the crook of Sherlock's neck to hide his cheeky smile. "Maybe ten minutes. Can you think of anything we could do to fill the time?"

The Alpha's eyes gleamed at the prospect, a pleased flush spreading across his cheeks and chest. "Mmm... Several things come to mind, yes," Sherlock purred, pressing a kiss to his mate's damp hair. He shifted to reach a hand beneath John's legs. "You know, I just love to watch you in pleasure," he whispered, grinning against John's ear as his long fingers closed around the Omega's small cock. He began to stroke delicately, moving over his mate's member in soft, lazy pulls; John was already so sensitive and desperate that it didn't take much. "You're right..," he murmured, watching hungrily as John's face contorted in bliss, "I've made you so gorgeous and plump, so heavy with my children... I've never seen an Omega more beautiful. And of course I'll feed you more, my love... Keep you properly large and sated even before you show with our next litter..."

John keened happily as his mate's attentions brought him to his peak. "Who'd have thought it," he teased Sherlock, "Sherlock Holmes likes his Omegas chunky... Likes them chubby and soft and plump... You know," he licked his lips and leaned in to whisper in his Alpha's ear, "I might even let you keep me like this after I've given you all the children I can... even after I've birthed our last litter, I might let you keep me all well-fed and round... you'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd like being able to show off your chubby Omega... you'd like it that I'd still look a little pregnant... you'd like seeing the evidence of how carrying the litters of your pups you put in me has changed me." John kissed Sherlock's neck submissively, nuzzling and purring. "I think someone has a bit of a kink... mmm, and I'm suddenly peckish... have we got any muffins or cake in the house...?"

Sherlock, who had been turning increasingly deeper shades of pink as John spoke, swallowed thickly. "You want- now?" he managed, barely squeaking the words out. His head was practically spinning as arousal, self-consciousness, and instinct clamoured equally for dominance of his emotions. Self-consciousness was kicked to the curb as he pictured John in his mind's eye, his stomach swelling gently as it was filled, growing larger even as he was still in labour. He could have that, he could have his Omega like that, right now- Have John softer, rounder, heavier-

With a quick lick of his lips, the Alpha lunged for his phone, punching in the request with frantic fingers. In the kitchen, Beatrice raised an eyebrow when her own mobile vibrated in her apron pocket, and studied the short text with curiosity. "Surely he can't be done? We would have heard," she said, showing the message to Catherine, who shrugged. Beatrice sighed fondly, plating a large tray full of muffins, cake, and pastry, and hurried off to the nest.

John purred softly as he heard the clink of the treat-laden plate being laid on the floor outside the nest. He fought back an affectionate giggle when his Alpha stalked to the door, growling to warn away any potential intruders, flung it open, snatched the plate, and slammed the door before hurrying back to the bed. "Here," the Omega murmured, crowding up against his mate and herding him towards the headboard. "Want it like this." Soon the Alpha was positioned to John's satisfaction, sitting up against the headboard and clutching the plate of delicious confections; John purred loudly and crawled on top of his mate as best he could.

"Perfect," he breathed lasciviously. Gripping the headboard to steady himself, he rubbed teasingly against his Alpha's prick. "Now you can fill me... from both ends." Without further ado he positioned himself over Sherlock's engorged cock and lowered himself onto it in one smooth movement, birthing slick still dripping out of him, and grinned playfully. "Cake, please, Alpha?" he breathed, begging prettily, "want cake please... feed me?"

Sherlock was too stunned with arousal to speak. For a long moment, the Alpha gaped dumbly at the sight of his mate, his cock throbbing dangerously inside the Omega, his fingers trembling against the scalloped porcelain edge of the plate. The dish was heavy, piled densely with rich confections lustrous with glaze and frosting. Swallowing thickly, Sherlock managed to lift a slice of cake off the pile, bringing it to John's lips. "You're not even finished whelping yet, and you want to be bigger," he breathed, his voice catching only slightly. Suddenly he chuckled lowly, a broad, confident grin growing on his lips.

"Yes, of course I'll feed you," Sherlock purred, moaning as John took the first bite, "I'll feed you until you're nice and fat and full, and then a little more until you're round and bulging around the middle." He licked his lips as John polished off the slice, crumbs and frosting dropping onto the Omega's lush breasts with each bite. "I'll make sure everyone knows how well kept you are."

John merely grunted in reply, eating the treat greedily from his Alpha's hand. The instant it was finished he whimpered for another, barely drawing breath before scoffing the next slice, humming and cooing in contentment while he bounced lazily on Sherlock's cock. He ate quickly and soon more than half of the plate was gone; the pup still waiting to be birthed began kicking hard in John's womb, excited by the sudden sugar rush, and John knew Sherlock would be able to feel it. A slow, soft smile spread across his face and he gazed at his mate with glazed, affectionate eyes. "More," John breathed, "more treats please. Want more..." He fastened his arms around his Alpha's neck and leaned in to scent his neck, purring at the scent of lust and pride he detected there. "Please, Alpha," he murmured, kissing Sherlock's neck, still riding him decadently. "Want more muffins..."

Sherlock groaned deeply, tilting his head to encourage more affection from his mate. "Yes- of course- anything and everything you like-," he rumbled, grabbing a large muffin from the tray and feeding it to John with one hand, the other rubbing the Omega's back.

The Alpha felt hazy with pleasure. John managed to remain so deliciously tight despite the first two deliveries, and the Omega's birth-slick passage made every bounce and thrust silky smooth. John's belly pressed heavily against his own, the last pup kicking heartily inside, the sensation making Sherlock grin. "Looks like the little one likes it," he purred, caressing the swollen globe of John's middle, "We'd better make sure you eat the whole tray then, hmm?"

John was sinking into his Omega again; Sherlock could see it in his face and smell it in his scent. "You like it too," the Alpha rumbled, his eyes flashing hungrily. "Perhaps just as much as I do. Christ, you sexy, wanton thing- Does it feel good to eat so much while you bounce on my cock?" Between muffins, he pulled John down into heady kisses, massaging the Omega's breasts and caressing his expanding middle. "You're already swelling out again, gorging yourself on pastry. Keep this up and you'll gain a whole stone before the month is through."

"Mmmmmph," the Omega agreed happily through a mouthful of cake. "Nf fll hmm gnn." He struggled to get through the last few treats on the plate; he was eating far more slowly now, savouring every bite, but finally the plate was empty. "Oohhhhhh," John moaned, pressing his face into Sherlock's neck. So full, he sent through the bond, too far into his Omega to speak. Need... need to... pup...

With his Alpha's help, John manoeuvred himself back onto his knees, bracing himself on all fours as the last of the triplets began to push its way into the birth canal. The Omega was so contented and relaxed from being hand-fed by his mate that he barely felt any pain; he simply nuzzled into his Alpha's chest to inhale his scent and grunted as he began to push. Birthing was a familiar process for his body now, and John hardly had to think about it - it was second nature to rock and arch and squeeze in time with his contractions.

As the pup began to crown John moaned softly to warn his mate. This baby was bigger than the last, pressing so hard against John's prostate that his vision went white with sheer bliss; he panted and whined as he was stretched wider, wider, until finally he was spread as wide as the pup could make him and he screamed with his orgasm, delivering the baby in one quick rush into Sherlock's steady hands.

Sherlock lifted the chubby, squalling child proudly. "My, you're a big one aren't you?" he cooed as he set about cleaning him, making efficient work of the process. A quick towelling off revealed a full head of blond curls. "Best of both worlds, hmm?" the detective hummed fondly, giving his wailing son a sweet, soft kiss on the cheek. The pup stopped his crying almost immediately. "That's a good little lad, Percival," Sherlock cooed, grinning from ear to ear. Percival opened his eyes and Sherlock's heart leapt in his chest, seeing that they were the exact shape and colour of John's.

The Alpha looked up as John began to shift, keeping a watchful eye on his mate as the Omega turned onto his back to nurse their newest arrival. When Percival was safely in the arms of his mother, Sherlock ensured that the bucket was next to the nest for the delivery of the placenta before cosying up to his mate. "You did beautifully," he rumbled, sliding an arm around John's ample waist. His hand rested on the soft upswell of John's middle, rubbing soothing circles. "Absolutely perfect. They're all perfect. You're perfect," he murmured, continuing his praises as he kissed along the Omega's neck. "I'm unspeakably proud of you... So strong - and so incredibly hot..."

John closed his eyes and sighed, resting his face in the crook of Sherlock's neck. Our family is perfect, he sent through the bond gently. Our first litter of thirteen and our second litter of three. I love you... love giving you babies. He stroked Percival's tiny cheek as the baby suckled, smiling when his new son grunted happily.

When the pup had finished nursing, John let Sherlock place him gently next to his siblings, and turned his attention to the afterbirth. With his Alpha's support he held himself over the bucket and grunted softly as the afterbirth slipped from him. John lay back on the bed, allowing his mate to tend to him and clean him, then opened his arms for Sherlock to encourage him into a cuddle. Come here, love, he purred, let's have a few moments together before the chaos starts again...

They lay together for some time, kissing lazily, both smiling as they listened to the soft breathing of their new litter. John felt his micro-heat begin to kick in, frissons of electricity shooting up his spine, a pulsing heat settling low in his belly. He grinned salaciously and tackled Sherlock, pinning the Alpha on his back and rubbing himself teasingly along his mate's rapidly hardening cock. "Can you feel it?" he breathed. "Can you feel how wet I am for you?"

Sherlock's pupils dilated as rapidly as his eyes widened in surprise. He only half-heartedly tried to free his wrists; despite John's softness, the Omega still had an incredible amount of strength, leaving Sherlock happily helpless to succumb to his mate's advances. He groaned, arching as John's entrance began to slick his swollen member with each thrust. "How could I not?" he gasped. The enticing scent of John's microheat surrounded him, pheromones beginning to cloud his rational mind as he inhaled deeply. "Do you- are you sure you want it?" he asked suddenly. "John- do you want more pups right now? Are you certain?" he panted, his gaze suddenly crystal clear with panic. They had discussed it long beforehand this time, and he remembered the answer, but still his heart raced.

"Yes, Sherlock," John breathed, gazing into his mate's eyes and stroking his cheek to soothe him. "I'm sure, love. I want more of your babies, I want my Alpha to knot me and put his pups in me... All of them, remember, we agreed, we want all of the pups we can possibly have." He inhaled deeply through his nose, the strong scent of his Alpha promising protection, security, promising to provide, and he shuddered as he felt an egg drop in response. "Can you smell that?" he purred softly, positioning himself over Sherlock's hard cock and pressing lightly, not enough to impale himself, just enough to tease. "Your scent has made me fertile again... and I want you to take me," John pleaded. "Please, love, give me more... give me more babies... please, Sherlock, breed me..."

The Alpha's expression grew more and more peaceful as he listened, nodding along with John's words. His nostrils flared as he inhaled. He could smell it, the promise of another pregnancy. John's body called to him, and with his mate's permission, he gladly gave in. The heady pheromones clouded his mind fully, renewing his strength and sending blood surging to his cock. "God, yes," he rumbled, grinning. Sherlock sat up, placing his newly free hands on John's waist, and turned his mate to brace himself against the headboard once more. As soon as John's legs were spread, the Alpha was pushing in slowly, his enormous cock stretching John wide. "Going to breed you so well," he growled, beginning to thrust as soon as he'd sunk in to the hilt, his heavy balls brushing John's arse. "Love you- Going to give you everything you want-"

"Ohgodyesplease," John begged, tiny plaintive cries forced out of him with each thrust. "Love you too... yeah, come on, give it to me... fuck, Sherlock, fucking bite me, do it, wanna feel your teeth in my neck when you knot me..." He closed his eyes to savour the feeling of his Alpha mating him from behind like this, the forceful thrusts, the slick slide of Sherlock's bare cock inside him, the strong hands gripping his waist to hold him in place to be bred. "Christ, Sherlock, you feel bigger already... you're so hard for me, aren't you? My big strong Alpha... unh, yeah, that's it, fuck me, come on, fucking breed me..." John babbled, growing more and more incoherent as Sherlock took him, his eyes beginning to glaze over in lust. He could feel the pull of his Omega wanting to take over his conscious mind, but he pushed it back; he wanted to be fully present when Sherlock bred him his time.

The Alpha snapped his hips harder as he bit down hard on John's bond mark, puncturing the skin. John's pleas kept him conscious, the Omega's desperate words buoying his rational mind above his Alpha instinct. He lapped over the wound, moaning deeply as he prepared it for a second bite. "One more," he growled. The bed shook from their efforts. "One more egg before I knot you," the Alpha panted, already feeling the stretch at the base of his cock. "I want to see you big and round with twins. Want you to need to support your belly as you chase after our first litter. I want everyone to see that I've bred you again." Keeping one steady hand on John's hips, he reached around and cupped John's small cock with the other, beginning to massage it gently. "Nnh- you're still so fertile- I can smell it on you. Come on, let's have two this time," he rumbled, his breath ghosting over John's ear. "I promise I'll breed you so well you'll see stars."

John keened as Sherlock bit him; feelings of mate secure protect safe washed over him and he relaxed further into his Alpha's thrusts, grunting a little each time his mate bottomed out. He ached for his Alpha's knot and moaned agreeably at Sherlock's words. "Yes," John agreed desperately, "please. Two. Want your babies, want more of your pups, unh..." He closed his eyes and concentrated on his mate's scent. It was warm, woody, comforting; his Omega knew that Sherlock would take good care of all of their pups. John squirmed on Sherlock's cock, pushing back eagerly, relishing the slick slide of his Alpha's enormous cock in his hole; his cries got louder and more needy as his desire to be bred overtook his rational mind. Soon he was chanting a mindless litany of please yes please more babies, frantic with want for his mate's knot. He mewled loudly as he felt a second egg drop, his scent blooming and growing sweeter.

Sherlock inhaled sharply as the second egg dropped. The change in John's scent flooded his senses, his mind clouding with the promise of another litter as his knot began to swell at the base of his cock. His whole body felt warm and eager, humming with energy as he prepared to breed his mate once more. "God, yes," he gasped, snapping his hips forward. "John, you gorgeous Omega-" Sherlock was rapidly becoming euphoric. His knot beginning to catch with each thrust, he smiled blissfully, pressing kiss after kiss to John's lips. They were going to have pups again, growing their family to twenty, and perhaps even more, certainly even more- "I love you," he moaned, beginning to work John's cock faster. His own orgasm coiled low in his belly, his cock throbbing. "God, John, I love-" He gave a low groan as he thrust deep, his knot swelling and locking them together as he emptied his hot seed into his mate.

John felt the air punch out of his lungs as Sherlock knotted him, tipping over the edge into his own orgasm with a desperate whine. He couldn't stop coming, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through him; he ground back onto his mate's knot, eyelids fluttering at the sensation. "Love you," he agreed fuzzily, kissing his Alpha's jaw frantically like a puppy seeking approval. "Fuck, yeah, give it to me," the Omega moaned, his belly starting to swell with the sheer volume of seed Sherlock was pumping into him.

"Mmh, John-," Sherlock panted, working John's cock to amplify the Omega's pleasure. His pupils dilated further as he felt John's stomach expand, his own enormous member still pulsing inside his mate with little sign of slowing. The Alpha groaned deeply, rocking his hips even as his knot locked them together, John's middle pressing firmly against his hand. "Going to give you everything," he affirmed, shaking as another, smaller climax made his nerves crackle and light with ecstasy. "God- you're incredible," he gasped. "Love you so much- John- Love you- Mine-" He found John's lips and kissed another whine from them, beginning to smile. When he pulled back, he laughed in bliss, and lunged forward to pepper John's face, neck, and chest with giggly, breathless, passionate kisses.

"Sher- mmph," John grinned back, shivering in pleasure as he felt himself clench hard around his Alpha's knot. Love you too, he sent through the bond. Love you... yours... He began to giggle too as Sherlock attacked him with kisses, turning his head to capture his mate's lips in a demanding, possessive kiss when he felt both eggs attach. Twins, he sent happily, you've bred me with twins. He nudged at Sherlock's jaw, purring submissively even as his smile grew wider and laughter bubbled up from deep in his chest to join with his mate's. Love you, you mad bastard, John murmured affectionately, wiggling his hips provocatively to rub against Sherlock's knot. Bred me so well. Soon the only sounds in the nest were the contented snuffling of the newborn pups in their cribs, and the joyful, quiet giggles of the mated pair on the bed, intermingled with quick, needy kisses.

"John," Sherlock breathed, heaving a blissful sigh as they lay on their sides together. He cupped the Omega's rounded middle in his hands, rubbing it tenderly, and shifted his leg over John's. "We have the most wonderful family in the world," he purred, smiling and kissing John again. "And our children are the most gorgeous pups to have ever existed. And you, of course, are the most perfect mate." The Alpha's eyes gleamed with joy and pride, even as they grew heavy and began to close. "I can't believe we're doing this again," he murmured, "We are mad indeed, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Normal's... boring..." Sherlock yawned widely, finding John's fingers and twining them with his own. He nuzzled against his mate, and soon they both were fast asleep, their slow, deep breaths perfectly in sync.

The Times, 17th April, 2013

Births, Marriages and Deaths

Sherlock Holmes-Watson (A) and John Holmes-Watson (O) are delighted to announce the safe arrival of their three children: Miranda Rose (A), Jasper Benjamin (A), and Percival Giles (A).

The Times, 14th July, 2013

Births, Marriages and Deaths

Gregory Lestrade (A) and Molly Rose Hooper (O) are delighted to announce the safe arrival of their three Omega daughters: Alice Mary, Sophie Rebecca, and Ruth Pauline.

The Times, 24 January, 2014

Births, Marriages and Deaths

Sherlock Holmes-Watson (A) and John Holmes-Watson (O) are delighted to announce the safe arrival of their two children, Hugo Eliot (A) and Charlotte Olivia (O).

The Times, 15 March, 2014

Births, Marriages and Deaths

Mr M. S. I. Holmes and Ms P. T. Fairweather

The marriage took place on 15th March 2014 at the church of St Andrew-by-the-Wardrobe, London, between Mycroft (A), head of the Holmes pack, and Persephone (O), formerly of the Hunter of Chelsea pack, after a short courtship.

The Times, 22 October 2014

Births, Marriages and Deaths

Sherlock Holmes-Watson (A) and John Holmes-Watson (O) are delighted to announce the safe arrival of their five children: George William (O), Lorna Beatrice (A), Selena Phoebe (A), Stewart Linus (O), and Rupert Gabriel (A). Mother and babies are all well.