Excerpt from this story, probably one of the sexiest things Iâve ever read:Â http://archiveofourown.org/works/1138844/chapters/2305978
Joan was completely naked on her knees in the bed, her head resting in her arms which were supported by the bedâs headboard. She rocked her hips back and forth during contractions. She was about 6cm dilated now. Her long exhales would blend into moans as the contractions reached their peaks. They would always end with a quiet, breathy âahhhâ.
The last time Sherlock saw Joanâs hips sway like that was during the heat they shared when she conceived their children. He thinks itâs even sexier now than it was then, if thatâs even possible. His babies were currently shoving their way out of their mother, Joan, and that was enough to make him want to hide away in the bathroom and tug at himself until he came. But Joan needed him here, and she needed him focused. He wondered how focused he would be later when Joan actually delivered them. Heâd read in books, and was also informed by their doctor that Omegas experience a lot of pleasure mixed in with the pain during the birthing process. He couldnât wait to see Joan writhing around on the bed with a child halfway out of her.
Right now though, Joan was feeling mostly pain. All she could feel was her overly stretched womb contracting and tightening inside her, and it didnât feel very nice.
âAh, Sherlock. Rub my back.â
He crawled onto the bed and pressed both of his palms to the bottom of her back. He rubbed in circles, humming quietly with her during the contractions.
Minutes passed and Joan needed Sherlock to check how far she was. He looked at the chart they bought that was sitting on the bedside table, and pressed his fingers inside her. She was so wet. Labor caused Omegas to lubricate in preparation for the baby or babies. Joan hissed though, her cervix was very tender. He felt around until he finally told her, âYouâre about 8 centimeters.â
âWhat?! Wasnât I just 6?â
âYes, but now youâre 8,â Sherlock pulled out of her and cleaned his fingers off. He felt tempted to lick her juices off with his tongue, but he wanted to stay focused.
âIf itâs going that fast, you should probably go put some warm water in the bowl on the sink then. You sure Mrs. Hudson knows whatâs going on,â Joan asked.
âIf she didnât hear me before when I told her, Iâm sure she knows now. The walls in this building are very thin.â
Joan blushed as Sherlock left to get the warm water. She hoped she wasnât being too loud. She didnât even know what time it was, but it was still dark outside, so she didnât want to wake the entire neighborhood.
Before she could think about it any more, another contraction hit her. She struggled to turn around so she was in a semi-sitting position, her legs bent. She breathed deeply as she tried to get through this one. It seemed to be even worse than the previous ones, and she could feel the pressure of the first baby pushing down inside her.
Sherlock came back into the room and she requested that he get her more pillows to support her back. Once heâd done that and she was comfortable, she sat for a few minutes and breathed through even more contractions.
Then, she felt a twinge of pleasure as the baby entered her birth canal. âSherlock, check me.â
When he put his fingers inside her, he gasped. âI can feel a head I think. Thatâs definitely a head.â
Sherlock pulled his fingers out and scrambled to get the supplies closer to the bed.
âSherlock, calm down please. Youâre not helping,â Joan said weakly.
âSorry. I just donât want to mess this up.â
Sherlock looked at the two cribs which were big enough for two babies in each on the other side of the room. Soon their children would be sleeping there, and not in their mother.
Joanâs long moan broke him out of his thoughts. He turned back to her. The look on her face was definitely one of pleasure.
âOh my god, Sherlock. Itâs so big.â
The last time he heard her say that was when she was sitting on his knot.
âFuck. Itâs coming.â Joan took both her legs and pulled them up so they were at the sides of her large belly, and without warning, she bore down.
Sherlock put a towel down where the baby would be coming out and dipped a smaller towel in the warm water. He squeezed the towel so most of the water dripped back into the bowel, and he placed the damp towel against her swollen hole. Omegas usually didnât tear during birth, but he wanted to take every precaution he could.
As soon as the contraction was over, another one came. Joan groaned and pushed again.
âThatâs it, Joan. Keep going.â
Sherlock could feel something pressing against the towel, so he pulled his hand away and gasped. He saw a large, dark mass forcing itself out of her. He let the tips of his fingers brush over it, feeling itâs soft hair. He almost started crying.
âOh my god,â Joan moaned as the baby began to crown. âThat feels fucking-â She grunted, pushing. âFantastic.â
Her low moans got more and more high pitched as the head continued pushing out of her. âFUCK SHERLOCK!â
The head popped out, as did the rest of the body. A gush of lubricant and amniotic fluid followed as Joan came. Her body shook with her orgasm, and she looked down at Sherlock who had caught the baby as it slipped out. He was now cleaning it off, and after wiping itâs face a little, it squealed and cried and coughed. Joan smiled and a tear slid down her cheek. Once Sherlock was done clamping and cutting the chord, he put the baby on Joanâs chest.
âDid you check what it is,â she asked as she lifted the flailing babyâs leg.
âItâs a boy. I believe he might present as an Alpha when he grows up.â Sherlock stated proudly.
Joan chuckled. âSo what do you want to name this one?â
Sherlock went and got the bag from the nursery which was sitting in the corner of the room and pulled out the four onesies with customized patches on the chest of each one. Three of them were blue and one was pink, and they all had different names stitched on their patches. He picked up the blue ones.
âJulian Augustus Holmes, Hugo Montgomery Holmes, or Benjamin Howard Holmes?â He lifted up the onesies for Joan to see.
âI like Julian for this one. What do you think,â she asked the baby whoâd quieted down. âJulian?â The baby opened his eyes and stared at her. Joan giggled. âYeah, this is Julian.â
Sherlock put the other onesies down on the bed and took Julian to clean him more thoroughly before putting him into his own onesie and wrapping him up in a blanket. Thankfully, it seemed he wasnât hungry just yet, so Sherlock placed him in one of the cribs so he could rest.
Sherlock snapped his head towards Joan whoâs eyes were wide. âWhat, what is it,â he asked, panicked.
âDid you check the time when he was born? I completely forgot about that part. Shit.â
He sighed in relief. He thought something was truly wrong. âDonât worry.â He tapped his watch. âI saved the time in my Mind Palace. Weâll write all of them down later.â
Joan exhaled and closed her eyes. Sherlock started cleaning the bed around her for the next birth. He placed a clean towel under her and got a new bowl of warm water. He threw the dirty towels in the laundry basket and got new, clean ones and brought them back into the room.
Joan was breathing deeply, the contractions slowly starting up again. Her eyes still closed, she put both her hands on her belly and started rubbing in wide circles, as if to urge the babies to leave her womb. Her humming started when the contractions got worse, and she was soon moaning and breathing harshly as the pressure increased.
Sherlock got into position again at the end of the bed and pressed his fingers inside. Sure enough, he felt a hard mass entering her birth canal, but he didnât need to tell her that because she could feel it. He knew that, because her face turned from pain to pleasure when the next contraction hit her.
âOoooh fuck, Sherlock. Holy shit.â
Sherlock loved how she cursed when she was being pleasured. His cock began to harden in his pants as he watched her breathe deeply and moan.
âThis one feels bigger. Itâs stretching me so wide. Itâs like having your thick knot inside me.â She moaned long and loud.
Sherlock looked down when he heard Joan make a high pitched groan. The head began parting her lips.
âKeep going, Joan. Youâre doing amazingly.â
âMmmmm can you see that baby, Sherlock? Look at it. You put that baby inside me and now it wants out. Oh my god it feels so good. You better fucking put more in me when Iâm finished birthing these. I want more, so many more. Fuck.â
Sherlock growled and grabbed her thighs, pushing her legs up so they were bracing her belly. He got close to her pussy and began licking her hole around his babyâs head. He kissed her folds and groaned when he felt the baby move.
âOh itâs coming, Sherlock!â Her voice was high and breathy. Then, she grabbed a fistfull of the sheets and various clothes beneath her and pushed. She felt the baby squirm around in her hole as she bore down on it.
âItâs moving. God, it feels so good.â The baby tried to stretch against her walls as she continued to force it out of her.
Sherlock was still licking and kissing her hole as the baby began to crown. He pulled his face back a little so he could watch Joan work on birthing her second child. âYouâre such a good mother. Thatâs it, push that baby out. It feels good being stuffed full of my children, doesnât it?â
She moaned and nodded, then she was pushing again.
Soon the baby was crowning, but it kept sliding back inside her with every push. Feeling the baby pushing out only to be sucked back in made Joan moan even louder.
âIt wonât get out, Sherlock. Help,â she pleaded helplessly.
Sherlock pushed a finger inside of her on one side of the babyâs head, then he took his other hand and stuck another finger on the other side of itâs head. Another contraction hit Joan and she pushed with it. Sherlock hooked his fingers around the babyâs head and pulled, but it wasnât enough. While Joan was distracted by the contraction, he put the rest of his fingers in one by one alongside the fingers that were already inside her so that the only fingers that werenât inside her were his thumbs. He cupped the babyâs head with his hands and pulled. The baby finally began to move.
Joan pushed again when the next contraction hit, and the head started crowning. Sherlockâs hands added to the width of the babyâs head.
âSherlock, that feels so good,â she moaned. His hands and the babyâs head stretched her so wide, and her moan turned into something close to a hoarse scream as her contraction peaked and the head shoved out even further.
Sherlock gave one final tug as Joan pushed, and the head and body slid out of her, followed by the fluid from Joanâs womb.
Joan lay there shaking as Sherlock checked his watch, then inspected and cleaned the baby. It pinked up fast, obviously healthy. It cried loud as Sherlock finished cleaning it. He lifted up the babyâs leg and smiled.
He rubbed Joanâs thigh as she came down from her high and said, âItâs a girl. This is Quinn.â
Joan sighed happily as Sherlock reached over to the onesies and put the new baby in the pink one that had âQuinneth Olivian Holmesâ stitched into itâs patch.
Joan looked at her new baby girl and chuckled at the fact that she was bigger than her brother, which Sherlock said he believed would become and Alpha. âHey, maybe sheâll grow up to be an Alpha.â They both laughed as Sherlock placed the baby on Joanâs chest. The babyâs mouth began opening and closing, clearly wanting to be fed.
Joan brought the baby to her breast and guided itâs mouth to her nipple. The baby latched on immediately, pulling a moan from itâs mother. Sherlock watched as Joan fed her child for the first time. His first reaction wasnât sexual, though it was very sexy to see her doing such a thing. But, instead, he thought about how fantastic of a mother sheâs going to be. He couldnât wait to raise their children with her.
The babyâs noisy eating slowed until she was asleep. Sherlock took her to lay beside her brother in the crib across the room after he wrapped her up in a blanket and kissed her forehead.
âTwo down, two to go,â Joan breathed tiredly. âI think I want to stand up and walk around a bit. The pressure isnât coming very fast this time. They might need some encouragement.â
Sherlock helped Joan stand up and held the other hand that wasnât hanging on to the safety rails on the walls of the room.
Joan took a step, Sherlock took a step, then Joan breathed deeply. They kept this cycle going until eventually the contractions started again. The volume of her pained moans increased as the contractions got worse, just like with the last two babies. She started panting when they reached their peaks, letting go of Sherlockâs hand to grab on to the rail with both hands as she swayed her hips back and forth trying to relieve the pressure.
When a more painful contraction gripped her middle, she got down into a squatting position and groaned deeply while she hung on to the rail. Her thighs were spread wide on either side of her belly. The size of her stomach had gone down slightly. Omegas had the ability to go back to the figure they had before they were pregnant almost instantly after every birth, but she was still very large with one child in her womb and another entering her birth canal.
Finally, the pleasurable part of birth kicked in, and she moaned as she felt the baby slide through her. Sherlock squatted down behind her and felt around inside her hole. The head of the baby was pushing against his fingers, so he pulled out and grabbed a towel, a clamp, and the scissors from the bed and set them aside.
âWhen you feel the urge, push,â he told her. He knew he didnât really need to tell her that, but he felt there was nothing else he could do.
Joanâs low humming turned into a loud moan as she pushed with the next contraction. Sherlock put his palm to her hole and he felt the babyâs head pressing out against him.
âItâs right there, Joan. Youâre doing great,â he encouraged.
It only took a few pushes before the head was completely out. This time, the body didnât follow so soon. Sherlock rubbed his palms along Joanâs spine as she rested. Then she gasped, and Sherlockâs hands went back between her legs expecting to feel the baby slide into his arms, but it didnât. He looked at the baby and saw itâs mouth opening and closing. It was trying to breathe.
âItâs moving like the other one did, Sherlock. Oh fuck.â
âYou need to push, itâs trying to take a breath.â
âWhat?! Oh god, Iâm killing my baby. It canât breathe oh godâŚâ Joan pushed without a contraction and felt like she was on the verge of tears as she panicked.
âNo no.â Sherlock rubbed her back again. âDonât push unless you have a contraction. Itâll be alright as long as you calm down and focus. When the next contraction comes, push hard, okay?â
Joan nodded and let out a long, frustrated sigh.
The contraction hit, and she immediately bore down. Sherlock held the babyâs head, ready to catch. Joan moaned as the shoulders stretched her. She began to feel the pleasure again as it slid slowly out of her. Gravity helped, and soon the baby landed safely in Sherlockâs arms. He quickly cut the chord and cleaned it off.
Joan turned around and inspected the baby herself.
âSo itâs a boy, then,â she stated. They already had their girl, so it had to be a boy.
âYes. What do you want to name this one?â
She looked at him for a little and finally said, âBenjamin. Thatâs definitely Benjamin.â
Sherlock smiled and grabbed the onesie with the correct name and slipped it on him, then bundled him up in a blanket and placed him in the other crib on the other side of the room.
Even though Joan was still kind of shaken from the last birth, she realized she could walk on her own now. She slowly stood up, grabbing the rail for support. She walked herself carefully to the bed and sat down in the middle with her legs spread.
âOne more,â she breathed happily. She loved being pregnant, but she needed a break from all the pains pregnancy comes with. She couldnât wait to be her old self again.
Joan was exhausted to put it mildly. Sherlock propped her legs up with pillows, stacking them under her knees to keep them bent and out of the way for her. He cleaned the supplies and situated himself at the end of the bed again, and waited.
As he sat there, he got to appreciate how amazing Joan looked. She was covered in sweat, her own lubrication, and amniotic fluid. Her chest was rising and falling slowly as she focused on bringing their next and final child into the world. Her hair was messy and all over the place. Her hands were rubbing circles over her belly as the contractions started up again. She looked damn beautiful. If she wasnât laboring, he would bend her over and fuck her until she passed out from pleasure overload.
Joan hummed and inhaled deeply. âLast one, Sherlock. Then weâll officially be parents of four. I wonât be pregnant anymore.â The thought made her a little sad. Even though she was going to go back to her old body, she knew the stretch marks sheâd gotten during pregnancy would still be there. She wondered if Sherlock would notice. What will he think the next time he sees me naked?
Sensing the slight distress in her scent, Sherlock put a hand on one of her knees. âWhat are you thinking about? Whatâs wrong?â
Joan looked down at her stomach. She didnât have a lot of time to explain it to him because she could feel the pressure of the last baby on her cervix, close to entering her birth canal.
âI just⌠Will you still love me when this is over? Iâm not going to look the exact same as I used to. I know Omegas are built to give birth over and over without very many things changing about them, but there are some little things here and there that are different. I donât want you to make love to me later out of pity or because you feel like you have to, even though you donât want to because you donât like how I look.â
Sherlock stared, almost angry at how she could think such things about herself. âJoan, you clearly donât understand why Iâm with you in the first place. I chose to bond with you because of who you are, not for what you look like. The fact that youâre so beautiful physically is just a plus. Youâre intelligent, caring, funny, and youâre the only person whoâs actually seen me for the real me instead of the heartless asshole most people seem to think I am. I love you because you are simply my other half. That sounds cheesy, and Iâm not usually one for cliche expressions, but itâs true. I canât completely figure you out, and thatâs why I love you. Youâre the unsolvable puzzle Iâve been looking for my whole life. No matter what you look like, Iâll always love you, Joan.â
By the end of his speech, Joan was in tears. Happy tears. Sherlock leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. âIâll always love you too, Sherlock.â
That moment they had together gave her more strength and she focused on the baby.
She panted as she began to feel it enter her birth canal. âOh fuck, Sherlock. Here it comes.â
The urge to push overwhelmed her and she finally gave in. The baby made itâs way slowly through her, getting close to seeing the world for the first time. âCome on, baby. Get out,â she breathed from exhaustion.
She rubbed her belly some more, and her nails dug into herself as another contraction struck her. âItâs so big. Holy fuck.â She let out long breaths between pushes before bearing down again and again.
Eventually, the head was at her entrance. âItâs there, Joan,â Sherlock whispered. âItâs right there. Donât stop.â
âI know, I can feel it. Itâs so good. I canât wait to do this again. I want to shove your babies out of my pussy for the rest of my life,â she moaned, and she meant it. She would get pregnant right after this if biology let her, but it wasnât that simple. Her body would skip her next heat, so sheâd have to wait an extra month. She had a feeling it would be worth the wait though.
The baby began to crown and she groaned deep in her throat. âOh god⌠Do you like watching me birth your babies for you, Sherlock?â
âFuck yes,â he moaned. He was staring hungrily at her hole, watching it as it stretched around his childâs head.
She began rocking her hips up and down into the mattress. She could feel the baby grinding inside her. âMmmm yeah, Sherlock. Fuck yeah.â
Her movements sped up and another contraction gripped her middle. She clawed at her stomach as she continued to move her hips. She moaned like a whore, and Sherlock had a hard time concentrating on the baby as he watched her.
âYes. Oh fuck yes, Sherlock. Itâs coming now. Oh FUCK!â
With one final shove, she orgasmed and sent the baby sliding out of her cunt.
Sherlock shook himself and picked the baby up off the mattress and began cleaning it. It cried loudly and he smiled down at the last child of their litter. âItâs nice to meet you, Hugo,â he said, his eyes full of tears.
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