Hound of Bakers St.
In which Sherlock Hound is a dog in more ways than one
Marie Hudson or now Marie Hound perked up as the door clicked and the familiar scent of Sherlock floated through the house. Marie took the saucepan off the burner and extinguished the fire. She had just set the bubbling sauce aside as strong arms whirled her around and she had lips planted upon hers. A smile crossed her lips as she kissed back enjoying the tender moment until Sherlock's hand slid under her dress and up the inside of her thigh.
“Careful now darling, I am carrying-” Marie paused in her warning about their coming child and sniffed the air. Her lover's scent was accompanied with a vague perfume and a deeper scent. “Another one Sherlock?” she asked, knowing the answer well.
“Yes, She’s a school teacher. I think if you were to meet you’d like her very much.” Sherlock replied not letting up with his sexual advances in the slightest. It was nothing new to Marie and her pregnancy had left her rather needy. Giving into Sherlock's wants was as easy as breathing to her at this point and it was only seconds later her bare ass was set on a kitchen chair as Sherlock's cock was ever so gently shoved inside her. The hound of baker street was a truly masterful lover and it wasn’t more than a minute before she had forgotten his infidelity in favor of praising his efforts. The kitchen was cozy and warm and the heat of their coupling was more than enough to make up for the lack of clothing. Sherlock was being gentle with her going slower and softer than when they had conceived their first or this coming child. He kissed and licked her neck as he gently rocked his hips into hers. Hound fondled her breasts and coaxed a rivulet of milk from her which he lapped up much to her delight. Marie gasped and cooed as she was brought to a stunning climax just in time for her husband to pull his cock from her sex and spray her belly down with his seed.
Marie sighed as she stood up. “I wish you’d just finish inside darling now I have to get cleaned and dinner will be late.” she declared as she gathered her clothes up and headed for a bath.
Marie was wrong though emerging from her bath freshly dressed she saw her young boy Jim sitting patiently at the table with his father with dinner steaming hot before them.
Marie knew Sherlock loved her or else she never would have married him or even let him get her pregnant. He had explained his views on Monogamy and marriage at length and convinced her that their relationship was no less special or important to him despite his constantly sleeping with other women. He was fully prepared to allow her any number of male paramours but her tastes didn’t run that way.
When he came home with the scent of his newest paramour still on him, it… excited her. hen he made love to her smelling like them, it was almost like they were in bed with the two of them. Something about the idea of her and another woman pleasing Sherlock at the same time was just so… arousing. It was something she could only admit when she was in the mood for love.
As she watched Jim play on the swing in the yard her hand rested on her gravid belly. In a few short months he would have to share her attention with another child. Sherlock insisted that they were having twins this time but she had her doubts. All at once the notion of Jim’s siblings blossomed forth into a burning question, how many children did Sherlock Hound have?”
Marie sat thinking. She knew the scents of her husband's lovers well; it wouldn't be too hard to track them down. One simply did not live with the world's greatest investigative minds without picking up a few of his tricks. The idea of speaking to these other women directly was a tad intimidating but she was fairly certain any women who found themselves a lover of the Hound was bound to be at least somewhat reasonable.
Marie took a deep breath confirming the scent she had been following and then knocked on the door unsure what to expect. The door was answered by a blonde woman in a blue dress. Blue eyed and a bit younger than Marie she seemed very confused by the pregnant lady who she had most certainly never met on her doorstep.
“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked.
“I know this may seem rather odd but, Are you acquainted with Sherlock Hound of Baker st?” Marie asked. “You see I'm his wife and-”
“Oh uh do come in, I think I know what’s going on. Let’s discuss this a little more privately. My name is Barbara by the way.” She said leading them both inside to a humble sitting room with a decidedly nautical decor.
“Oh pleasure to meet you, I'm Marie.” She introduced herself as she took a seat.
“So then you and I share a lover… he’s my first and only really.” Barbara paused no doubt gauging Marie’s reaction to this news. Marie was curious and it must have shown on her face. “Does he tell you about his cases? I know he’s told me about no small few of them when he visits. If not me then Rebecca gets to hear some of the less harrowing tales when he stops by. “ Barbara pointed out a portrait of a young girl. “Her favorite of course is a… sanitized account of how I met her father.” Marie nodded to indicate she was still listening. “So My father was a pirate, a former pirate I should say, and he had made off with a fortune in jewels before I was born. Well not long after my twenty-eighth birthday they found us out. I don’t rightly know when or how but they were set to chase him to his death. We were moving on to avoid them like we had my whole life. As luck would have it they caught us out at sea. They would have robbed the ship blind and likely put my father to the sword right then and there if not for Sherlock. Thanks to him not only did my father live for another two years but we kept the jewels that bought me this home.”
“I had never intended to give him my virginity,” Barbara said, blushing slightly. “I’d only intended to give him a kiss but then the heat of the moment just got to me. It was like a romance novel, him the hero and me the swooning maiden, silly as that sounds. I went to his room to thank him for all that he did and then he said “I shall accept your gratitude with a kiss.” and he was so handsome and kind how could i say no? He kissed me and I said ‘I want to be with you.’ He said “Let’s get that pretty dress off.” He was gentle, warm, loving…and thorough in claiming me.” Marie and Barbara shared a knowing smile at the experience. “I won’t deny once he took me I was totally his.” Barbara stared out the window. “I didn’t leave his cabin for the rest of the trip. He brought food and drink and I lounged in his bed without a stitch of clothes on. We had sex so many times and I fell for him hard.” Barbara sighed wistfully.
“So your daughter?
“Was conceived somewhere during that trip. My father was thankfully unaware until it was too late to do anything though he did insist I reach out to Sherlock. I was nervous to admit bearing his child but he was ecstatic. Sherlock gave me the address for an affordable home and a King's ransom to care for our daughter.”
“He visits fairly often doesn’t he?” Marie asked despite knowing the answer.
“About every fortnight or so unless a case has dragged him away. I can scarcely keep my hands off him when he’s around even knowing that I'm the other woman.” Barbara admitted looking slightly shamed.
“I’m not here to accuse or make enemies. My boy Jim is about to have siblings and it occurred to me I don't know how many he already has.” Marie said and was pleased to note the dark cloud vanish from Barbras face.
“Does he like Boats perchance? My Rebecca just loves the sea and naval tradition.” Barbra said, gesturing to the den. “Perhaps they could play together?”
“Jim is more into planes but I imagine they would get along nicely.” Marie said with a smile. From there they dissolved into setting up a playdate for the half siblings. Marie had to head home far before she was done chatting but as she left she had one last thing to share with Barbara. “Oh and do feel free to drop in sometime I’m sure Sherlock would like to see more of you and so would I.”
The street was busy and Marie seemed to be catching a few eyes going about as she was. It is after all not everyday you spot a heavily pregnant woman sniffing about (literally) with their eyes closed and then walking on. When she finally reached the door of the second woman she was glad that it was one of those tiny houses that was tucked away in an alleyway. Knocking on the door she had no clue what to expect. A familiar blue-haired face greeted her. Alice had briefly lived in Baker street with herself, Sherlock and Watson, an arrangement that had come to an end when Watson’s fiancé moved in.
“You!” Marie exclaimed in surprise. And she immediately regretted it as the Maid recoiled like she had been struck. “Oh oh my I'm sorry I was just…”
“Shocked to realize I am the smell on your man?” Alice asked and Marie nodded. “I wear perfume while I work to cover up.” Alice admitted freely. “Come inside and I'll explain the situation. A woman in your condition should be off her feet, believe me I know.” Marie followed her inside and soon was sitting on a soft couch opposite a plush chair that Alice sat down in.
“The relationship started not long after my Lady Elizabeth made off to India with her love. I was already on thin ice with the master for the role I played in that. Naturally enough Elizabeth’s father tried to get Sherlock to look for Elizabeth. Knowing that she was safe and happy with a man she loved and who was very much in love with her, Sherlock felt no need to bother. He did however decide he was enamored of the idea of chasing a maid around the manor on the lord's dime.” Alice couldn’t hide the impish grin that washed over her features. “And I discovered the only thing better than him chasing me is when he caught me. Goodness knows that he had me head over heels. I was already grateful to him for getting Lady Elizabeth out of that arranged marriage and the kidnapping.” Alice paused. “There’s a way he looks at you right? A gleam in his eyes and smile on his lips. He told me my voice is like music.” Marie grinned thinking she knew exactly what Alice meant. “Ah but the first time he threw me onto a bed I expected to be taken like a wild beast. Not that I would have objected much but he was so tender and kind. I soon found myself sneaking into his guest chambers late at night, as often as not he’d be up waiting for me. ‘Course eventually the Lord caught wise to the fact he was getting gamed. Sherlock did tell him where to find his daughter so he still had to pay up. The lord fired me for encouraging him.” Alice frowned briefly.
“I take it that was when you came to work at baker street.” Marie said more than asked.
“Right on the money. I was honestly kind of worried when I saw the way the two of you got on. I thought I was about to be cast out in the street and I had just gotten pregnant with my little Elizabeth.” Marie blinked and tried to recall if she had ever seen Alice with the tell tale signs of motherhood. “I only started showing around the time Watson’s lovely lady moved in. Sherlock had already got me this little place by then and assured me that he would never abandon a lover to the streets. Gave me a few months off with pay to take care of myself and our little girl…” Alice smiled lost in her own thoughts for a moment. “She’s a shy little thing that vanishes into the background.”
Marie smiled warmly. “Well if you're worried she doesn’t have enough friends perhaps we should introduce her to my boy and see if they don’t get along?”
Marie had to take the car, to follow the next scent she’d known it must be out of town because when Sherlock returned wearing her scent he always smelled faintly of the car and something else that didn’t belong strictly to the lady. The road was dusty which meant that a relatively short trip took nearly all day before she found the well to do estate. She was spared having to knock at the door and awkwardly explaining her visit when the lady in question rode up on a horse.
“Hello I believe father is out at the moment but-” the woman paused as she dismounted the horse and sniffed the air. “Oh so you’ve found me.”
Marie was puzzled and then it occurred to her for the first time that more than a few of Sherlock's lovers must have gotten a whiff of her scent on him. “Ah So that makes things slightly less awkward than having to ask the staff…”
The young horsewoman swiftly put away her companion and soon she and Marie were sitting in a den in the manor. The rider introduced herself as Emily and explained that the house belonged to her father as they walked.
“So you would be his Lead Mare.” Emily said as though that made the most sense in the world.
Marie frowned as she tried to puzzle out the meaning behind that statement. “In what manner?”
Emily smiled brightly. “Well you see in a herd of horses there’s many mares and one stallion. It’s the stallions job to protect the herd and sire foals. Sherlock would be the stallion in this case. Well the Lead Mare is usually the stallion's first mare but also the only mare that can override the stallion on his decisions. If the Lead Mare decides that a foal or one of the mares is out of line she runs them off.”
Marie digested that info and quickly realized what was being said. “Oh well I suppose, though really I was more trying to… Account for all of our stallion’s mares, and foals. I suppose to borrow the metaphor.”
“Ah well I just have one.” she gestured to a large portrait of herself and a small child in her lap. “That’s Sarah, she loves to ride as much as I do and takes great care of the ponies.” Emily said, smiling.
“How was she…. How did you and Sherlock get acquainted?” Marie asked.
“Well my father was a stubborn sort and despite knowing full well that someone intended to rob him he set out without any more security than a shotgun.” Emily shook her head. “I hired Sherlock to ensure my fathers safety, which he did with remarkable aplomb. After the excitement of it all I asked him back to give a more personal thanks. He was quite glad to return and I took him out for a casual horseback ride and a picnic lunch. I had a delightful time and so it got to be a regular thing between the two of us. I can’t remember exactly what triggered things to turn romantic but I do recall that we were out to lunch when it happened. I can’t recall just what he said but I let him take me right then and there. We made our love on the grass under the shade of a tree, not just the first time either. I preferred it to sex in the house anyway. I don’t really know which time it was that fathered my girl but I know it wasn’t the first.” Emily blushed lightly. “I don’t regret it in the slightest but my father was quite upset to find me pregnant without being wed. He was all set to hunt down “The dirty scoundrel who besmirched his daughter's honor” and force him to marry me. He kept that up right until I explained that the man I loved was already wed to another. Sherlock still drops in to spend time with us though I doubt my father ever put it together. Sarah loves to go riding with him and I usually steal him away for a bit of love out in the fields.”
Marie nodded as she noted the light from the window growing dim. “Well I would hardly care to see you or her deprived of his affections. I must be getting home now but perhaps in the future we’ll have a chance to enjoy a ride together.” she declared excusing herself.
Marie was out for a medical check up and was just heading home for the day when it happened. Marie all but jumped out of her dress when a small hand impacted her bottom. Turning she saw no one but a Dark haired young woman who was equally perturbed looking out from behind her dress peered a young boy
“Cheeky little…” Marie muttered as she prepared to tell the boy off, Then Marie got a better look at the boy. He was Sherlock but with black hair.
“I’m sorry Christopher is a terrible flirt with women far too old for him. Gets it from his father I'm afraid.” The lady said lightly cuffing the boy about the ears. “I’m Alline and this is Christopher. He is quite sorry for his rude behavior.”
“His father… wouldn’t happen to be Sherlock Hound would he?” Marie asked, stepping closer to the lady and catching a scent that was much rarer on Sherlock than some of the others. It was a scent that sometimes hung around her own home though so it was much more noticeable.
“Ah- uh yes?” Alline admitted looking quite perplexed.
Marie couldn’t help but grin. “I think you and I have something to discuss, Miss Alline. Are you free for the afternoon?”
“Yes but…”
“I imagine you know where twenty-one baker street is. Kindly meet me there later. I would leave your son elsewhere.”
-
Marie sat comfortably in her own den chair for a change as the nervous Alline took a seat.
“So then, would you tell me how you met and fell for my husband?” Alline stiffened at the phrasing, her posture going slightly defensive. “Understand I made peace with the notion I wasn’t the only woman in his life long ago. I'm just curious about how you got seduced.”
Alline relaxed somewhat. “Well I'd argue that I seduced him as much as the other way around…” she paused, twirling a finger in her hair. “It so happens we met on a case and I imagine you hear that a lot.” Marie nodded. “Well here’s what I can almost guarantee you: my story is a novelty, I'm the perpetrator of the crime in question.” Marie blinked slowly as though it was her eyes that had misheard. “You see, my father was a famous thief and I found myself picking up his work… Well until I nearly made off with one of the queen's horses and things got very very messy.”
“Oh wait, I think I recall hearing about this one… yes Sherlock said you returned the jewel you stole and agreed to give up on the criminal life.” Marie interjected. “Though he gave no name or description beyond the lady thief.”
“That’s close enough as to be true. He had me on the forest floor that first time we made love. It was the thrill of sneaking about and adrenaline that got me going and he had to have known that. He was very insistent with me and I loved him for it.” Alline blushed. “Of course once wasn’t enough for me. The truth is no man has satisfied me quite like Sherlock. I’m sure you know but I've snuck in here a few times not since you started sleeping in the same bed. But before that there was nothing like stealing inside to rouse him from his slumber for a bit of love.” Alline flushed no doubt remembering such a tryst in vivid detail. “Actually I lie there were a few things like that.” Marie nodded, listening intently. “I promised I wouldn’t steal anything but I have borrowed some items, just long enough to encourage him to chase me. The rush of knowing he’s hot on my heels and what awaits at the end is a unique kind of foreplay. There's also the where of the game ending it could be a secluded rooftop or blind alley or it could be in a store alcove just barely out of sight or behind a bench in the park.”
“Goodness, that’s bold.”
“The risk of being caught is the thrill of it, I don't know that he enjoys it as much as I do but he does indulge me.” Alline grinned. “I’m sure he does things for you like that too.”
Marie flushed at the thought. “Hmm I'm sure he does but I cannot for the life of me put a name to it at the moment.” The ringing of the clock bell reminded Marie of the time. “Goodness time flies. Well I must get dinner ready for my boy and you doubtless need to get back to yours. Having said that though feel free to drop in more often perhaps our boys could become friends.”
Alline smiled brightly. “I shall have to take you up on that offer.” she declared as she left.
Marie had to drive quite the distance to find the next of her husband's lovers. Following a pattern as much as her nose she found a town of dirt roads and high rivers that combined into some of the filthiest streets she had ever traversed. As her car was presently stuck in a divot Marie saw him, a boy that was the spitting image of Sherlock Hound. She was so distracted by the sight of him she didn’t notice the young girl that came peeling around the shop corner after him. Seeing as the lad was hiding behind her dress the young girl nearly toppled all three of them to the muddy ground if not for the quick action of a pair of gentlemen nearby.
“Michael and Caroline Hound!” Came the reproachful call of the pair's mother. “What have I told you about playing games so close to other people's feet?” The mother huffed before turning to face Marie fully. “ I’m so sorry I swear they get it from their father
“This father wouldn’t happen to be Sherlock Hound, would he?” Marie asked as the two children hid themselves behind their mothers skirt.
“How did you…” the mother leaned slightly closer and gave Marie a brief sniff allowing Marie to do likewise. Marie had no doubt this was one of the women she smelled on Sherlock about once a month after a trip. “Ah perhaps we should continue this little chat in my parlor?” Marie nodded and the group set off.
-
Michael and Caroline cavorted outside the window of Maria’s parlor. “He looks just like him, doesn’t he?” Maria asked as she watched her son slip and catch himself on all fours.
Marie smiled watching the boy's sister tease the boy before scrambling off as he gave chase. “Yes, I imagine he would have looked a lot like Michael as a child.” Marie winced slightly as the child in her belly kicked. “So tell me. Why and how did you come to be my husband's lover?”
“I must confess, part of the reason I threw myself at Sherlock is because, well, I was teetering on becoming an old maid and so very few men ever came to me.” Maria revealed without much prompting. “He actually said I was beautiful. No one had ever called me that.” Maria paused. “I was so afraid I’d never have a child and I received two of them! Though I did not enjoy bringing them into this world.” Marie patted her arm sympathetically, knowing too well the kind of stress a birthing caused. “It happened quite suddenly too. One moment I was merely looking after my young student from being discovered as the culprit the next thing Sherlock had me gasping on the floor.” Maria flushed a bit as she confessed. “Admittedly I kissed him first. I meant it as a distraction, not seduction.”
“Sherlock is faithful in his promiscuity and while I didn't know your name until today I was aware of the affair and I am far from offended.”
“Well I kissed him to keep him from noticing the young master slipping out of the room. He took that invitation and I was quite distracted myself. I think if it weren’t for the safe sinking into the ground he would have kept me pinned to that tile until sunrise.” Maria blushed bright again. “It wasn’t the only time though. I found it impossible to say no to him after that… Realizing he was married actually made things hotter between us.” Marie blinked in surprise. “Not that I ever dreamed of becoming another woman or indeed of getting married but…” Maria paused while taking a drink before going on. “But knowing that he had other women to look after his lusts and he still came to me? Oh I melted in his hands. Dirty as it is.”
“Oh, not so dirty, I think.” Marie replied. “Truthfully I confess some pleasure in knowing he has so many lovers and returns to me so often. Thank you for humoring me about the matter. I think your children and mine should know each other better in the future. And perhaps the two of us should share our thoughts and feelings with Sherlock sometime.” Marie said with a slight grin that grew wider as Maria’s blush grew more pronounced.
“Y-Yes that sounds lovely.”
Marie was still thinking of her meeting with Maria as she left the pharmacy near home the next day and it was only in passing that she came to a complete stop. She sniffed the air again and turned to a woman who had just exited the store as well. The scent was one she hadn’t smelled on Sherlock in a long time but he had smelled so strongly of her when he came back from that trip. As Marie walked after the young lady she found herself wondering how to ask what she needed to know. Turning down an alley Marie found herself grabbed by the arms and pressed against the wall.
“I don’t know what you want but I know how to deal with thugs and… Pregnant women?” the green eyed woman said as she released Marie. “I’m sorry I could have sworn you were following me.’
“Well you’d be right, I was following you but not with any malice.” Marie assured trying to calm herself.
The woman brushed a lock of brown hair to the side of her face. “Why then?
“I need to ask you a very important question… Do you know Sherlock Hound?”
The woman smiled softly, a sparkle of some fond memory in her eye. “Biblically.” She confessed without a hint of shame. “Why do you need to know?”
“You see, I’m his wife and I am looking to find his lovers and his children.” Marie said and instantly the suspicion that masked the yellow dressed woman's face told her she could have phrased that better. “I’m just looking to know you all better.”
The woman looked suspect for a moment before nodding. “My name is Diane. Don’t suppose you have a place around here where we can talk?”
“My home isn’t far…”
-
Diane sat comfortably enough in the chair. “God I've missed that smell.” Diane remarked. Marie was about to ask what smell until she realized that the home probably smelled of Sherlock quite strongly. “So what was it you wanted to know?
“How you and he got involved.”
“Oh, I was his nurse.” Diane replied cheerily, before spotting the concerned frown on Marie. “Did he not tell you about his injuries? Okay let's see it was around a year and a half ago… no two years ago. I work as a nurse you see and Sherlock was wheeled into the room I looked after. Anyway he and this Moriarty fellow had taken a tumble off the side of a waterfall.” Marie stared appalled. “To my knowledge Moriarty took the worst of it but that still left poor Sherlock with a badly broken leg and dislocated shoulder. So he was laid up for quite some time. We talked a lot, about just everything. We played chess. He was just so charming. Finally, I got into the bed with him, he kissed me, and, well, his recovery did not affect his performance at all. I lay with him every day until he was discharged and I was certainly sad to see him go. But he left me a little parting gift.”
Marie laughed briefly. “Yes he is rather fond of that.
“Cost me the job but it also convinced my grandmother to reinstate me to the will just before she shed the mortal coil. She had this notion about women’s place being in the home and not the workforce. I suspect Sherlock did it on purpose but I've been to busy with the baby to reach out.” Diane explained. “Thankfully me and little Calvin manage just fine.”
Marie smiled. “Well I'll be happy to put the two of you back in touch. And who knows? He might need a nurse real soon.” Marie growled the last as she envisioned the chat she and Sherlock would be having very soon about his “longest case ever”
Marie opened the door and beheld a young woman with a small boy hanging off the hem of her dress. “Hello?” Marie asked cautiously.
“Hi, I am seeking Sherlock Hound. I am told he lives here?” the woman said with a heavy accent that Marie wasn’t quite sure where it was from beyond the middle east.
“You’ve found the right spot then though he’s out for the moment.” Marie said before stepping inside. “Please have a seat in my parlor and i can-”
“No madam, I'm not here to make a case, I'm here for help with our son.” The lady interrupted.
Marie looked at the boy and he clearly took more after his mother with his dark fur and amber eyes. “Oh well that being the case you should definitely come inside and have a chat miss?”
“Jawhara. Formerly Princess Jawhara.” the woman said as she walked into the home.
Marie quirked her brow at that. “I’m going to have to grill that man about more of his cases.” she muttered to herself as she guided the pair to the parlor.
“I’m unfamiliar with your case. You'll have to start at the beginning and do tell me how it is you came to be a mother for Sherlock Hound. Marie said as she and the princess sat down to speak the young boy was out like a light the moment he climbed into the plush chair.
“It was nearly seven years ago now. My family and I were escaping from a minor war and we were taken in by a con man. Moriarty stole most of my fathers wealth that escaped with us and then tried to sell us out to the rebels. I escaped and encountered Sherlock by chance. He was sympathetic to my story and got my family out of harm's way with most of our treasure back…” Jawhara sighed. “But being with Sherlock as he solved the crime made me realize the rebels weren’t wrong. Moreover afterwards my fathers atrocious spending habits nearly bankrupted the family. Sherlock had kind words and a good ear. I was falling into his arms long before my father decided he would remake his fortunes by selling my hand. We have been lovers for sometime and I know I’m far from his only one but I simply can’t raise this child alone.”
“Well in that matter we are in the same boat. Thankfully there is a village available.”
“No, I don't need a whole village just the boy's father.” Jawhara said and Marie couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“F-F-Forgive me. I was paraphrasing an old saying that goes “it takes a village to raise a child.” and what I meant was that you and I have a “village” to rely on.” Jawhara looked confused and then understanding dawned over her features slowly.
“Ah I see you are also one of Sherlock lovers.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“Thank you it means more to me than you know to hear that help is available. My mother… my mother will not speak to me about how to raise my little one. Calcolo is a sweet boy, but he is full of energy and I am so tired.” Jawhara said tears welling in her eyes Marie was across the room swiftly to comfort her.
“Sherlock will be happy to help and if by the devil's design he isn’t i will.” Marie said. Jawhara wasn’t much younger than her but she would in no way allow another mother to go without the aid she had.
With her due date looming closer Marie was quite distracted from her attempts to find Sherlock's lovers and any children he might have with them. Fate however was quite obliging and a shift of the wind as she was leaving the grocers brought a familiar scent to her. It wasn’t hard to figure out this was the scent of the woman who had kicked off the search.
The woman was double checking the seal on her bag to keep the stack of papers from flying away. Marie found herself thinking that the young schoolmistress was of Sherlock’s type as she scrutinized her. The teacher was a blue eyed, fair furred sort with her lavender locks tied back into a fashionable but mainly functional back of the neck bun. She was well dressed in a white dress suit and well accounted for with some garnet jewelry.
“Excuse me.” Marie started. “You wouldn’t have had the ahem pleasure of meeting Sherlock hound a few weeks back would you?”
“Oh yes as a matter of fact I did!” the woman said, sealing up her bag. “I was in some real hot water there for a while until a friend of mine put me in touch with Sherlock. It’s quite the tale I think.”
“Oh I imagine so, if you wouldn’t mind sharing more of it with me at my home. My name is Marie Hound. I’m Sherlock's wife.”
The other woman froze for a second before introducing herself. “I’m Emily and I suppose I do owe you the story.”
-
“So I teach at a fairly exclusive school. Old money and private connection exclusive… well about a month back we got an audit. I’m not even sure where that came from but it seems there was an issue with the books and something rang sour. The whole school was turned upside down. I was left wondering what I could even do and then the word came down that I was accused. Now I admit my pay had always seemed rather generous but apparently I was not just taking home more than the other teachers I was getting the bulk of the schools operating budget. So I wrote a friend from school telling them about what was going on and my dear friend arranged for Sherlock Hound himself to come find out what was going on. As it turned out, the dean of students had figured out my bank information. He pumped the school's funds into my account and then posed as my husband to take out large sums for himself.” Emily relayed her story with much head shaking and wringing of her hands.
“I would guess Sherlock figured it out by talking with the bank tellers who actually handled the money.” Marie said when Emily paused.
“You’d be right he solved the case, cleared my good name and retrieved the funds so the school could keep running in a little under a day and a half.” Emily flushed. “Which is why I went to bed with him. Maria, my friend from school, had told me he was … amorous to say the least. My financial assets were still in holding and so I didn't have any way to show my gratitude except my body.”
“Knowing Sherlock as I do, I imagine he accepted with great enthusiasm.”
“Enthusiastic is too dull a word and…” Emily flushed red as a tomato clean through her fur. “... I got very swept up in it. I’m guessing you’ve heard it before, the dashing hero takes the rescued woman on a ride of ecstasy and sin. I saw the wedding ring at some point but by then… I wasn’t going to stop him.” Emily looked a little guilty but Marie literally waved it off. “I’m sorry to confess it to you like this but certain matters meant we were going to have to talk sooner or later.”
Marie paused at that last sentence and puzzled out the unspoken truth. “You’re pregnant?”
Emily nodded. “I was just at the doctor's office to confirm it this morning… I suspected a few days after when it occurred to me I had lost track of my cycle. I thought maybe I was just counting the days wrong. But then a week went by and then I knew I had to check.”
“Well and here I thought it was mine that was the most recent pregnancy… no need to worry overmuch dear Sherlock has never once turned away a child he fathered or the woman he fathered it upon.” Marie paused. “Sherlock has a very different sense of Fidelity to his lovers than most of the world but he does genuinely care about all of us.” Emily’s mouth started to open. “I’m thinking it’s time we got together and made him fully aware of his responsibility.”
Sherlock glanced at the address he had been given and the manor that looked quite new. There was a plaque attached to the large stone and steel gate but it was as yet blank with a sign from the workman announcing that he was “out to lunch”. The gate was left hanging open and so Sherlock drove on up. The estate was lovely borrowing some building designs popular in the USA at the moment. Parking at the steps of the main entrance he found himself before a pair of giant doors with a smaller pair of doors cut into it. Finding these doors locked he was mildly perturbed before recalling the key in the letter that had demanded his presence as soon as possible. Unlocking the door he was blinded by the electric lights flooding on and mostly pointing at him.
“Welcome Detective. To our new home.” The voice at first mysterious and then unmistakable as anyone but his beloved wife Marie Hound announced. Sherlock’s vision adjusted to the light and he found himself standing before his wife and child sitting with his various lovers and their children. “We have had a nice long chat or two about you and us and we decided that from now on we’d occupy your time better.”
“What? Do you mean this manor is…?”
“Welcome to Baker Street manor. Home of Sherlock Hound, his wife, children, and some of the most important women in his life.
Sherlock looked at the ladies who knew so well and the smiles they wore. And any argument he might have had against this vaporized as his children rushed the floor to hug him tight. Marie never did fight fair, he considered.
“I had never intended to give him my virginity,” Barbara said, blushing slightly. “I’d only intended to give him a kiss but then the heat of the moment just got to me. It was like a romance novel, him the hero and me the swooning maiden, silly as that sounds. I went to his room to thank him for all that he did and then he said “I shall accept your gratitude with a kiss.” and he was so handsome and kind how could i say no? He kissed me and I said ‘I want to be with you.’ He said “Let’s get that pretty dress off.” He was gentle, warm, loving…and thorough in claiming me.” Marie and Barbara shared a knowing smile at the experience. “I won’t deny once he took me I was totally his.” Barbara stared out the window. “I didn’t leave his cabin for the rest of the trip. He brought food and drink and I lounged in his bed without a stitch of clothes on. We had sex so many times and I fell for him hard.” Barbara sighed wistfully.
Sherlock was set to retire for the night; the pirates had been defeated, lives had been saved and a new friend had been made. There was a rapping at the door, Sherlock answered and found the victim’s daughter Barbara there.
“Hello Mister Holmes, May I come in?” Barbra inquired demurely
“I always answer the request of a lovely young lady.” Sherlock replied, stepping aside to allow her entry. Barbra stepped into the room. Outwardly, Barbara seemed calm, but Sherlock's trained eye could tell she was fit to burst with her excitement.
“I wanted to thank you for everything you did, Mr. Holmes.” Barbra declared
“All in a day's work, Miss Barbara.” Sherlock replied.
“Is there anything I can reward you with?” Barbra asked and the famed detective could tell she had something in mind.
“I shall accept your gratitude with a kiss.” Sherlock answered, curious to see how far she would take this. Barbara stepped forward hesitant at first but the moment her lips touched his the hesitation faded. Barbara’s heart was racing, going even faster as he pulled her into an embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed deeper, moaning a bit and blushing as something began to poke at her stomach. When they broke off, they stared into each other's eyes, panting slightly. Seeing just how handsome he was, Barbara grew warmer and warmer.
“I want to be with you.” She whispered.
“As you wish, milady.” Sherlock said with a smile. “Let’s get that pretty dress off.”
Barbara felt excited and naughty as Sherlock removed her dress, running his hands over and kissing every bit of her newly exposed fur. She gasped as he squeezed and suckled her modest bosom and moaned as he stuck several fingers up her wet pussy. Barbra found herself laying on his bed, the hound of Baker street beside her.
“Are you still a virgin?” Sherlock asked as he stroked her sex.
“Oh, um, yes, I am.” Barbra answered nervously.
“I’ll be gentle then, dear.” Sherlock assured her as he removed his trousers letting Barbra see his excited member, She blushed with astonishment at the sight of his manhood. Having no greater frame of reference she could only assume that Sherlock was blessed greatly (she was not wrong) and that she would not be able to handle him (she was misinformed). Sherlock straddled her hips for a moment, his man hood resting on her belly before he shifted his hips back and entered her. There was a sting and then…pleasure. She whined as the feeling of being full down there was new, alien and glorious. Sherlock lay still with her as she adjusted to his presence inside her. The detective trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts pausing only as she groaned her appreciation. Sherlock drank in her scent as he finally felt the pirate's daughter begin to relax and allow him further into her depths. Barbara’s eyes squeezed shut as she realized that Sherlock had more to give her as he began to make love to her in earnest. Barbara was taken on a voyage of pleasure, Sherlock hound mapped out her body’s most erotic and sensitive points for her. Sherlock was a hound in every sense of the word, Barbara was a virgin but he was not. He made it his mission to bring her to the heights of pleasure. Sherlock prided himself on the skill with which he made her moan, whimper and a few times even scream with pleasure. The cabin grew hot and the bed damp with sweat. Their mingled scents filled the air and finally it was all too much. Sherlock sucked air through his clenched teeth as he climaxed his seed flooding Barbara’s sex. Sherlock held himself up shaking as he got off her, both were panting heavily.
“That was…amazing!” Barbara gasped, shuddering with the echoes of delight
“I live to serve, my dear.” Sherlock responded as he lay beside her. The cabin bed was only just large enough for the two of them. Barbara shifted about to give him more room pushing herself against the wall and snuggling into Sherlock's arms.
Barbara woke up alone. The confusion she felt came in stages first at realizing she was not in her bed clothes then that she wasn’t in her room and finally that Sherlock had seemingly vanished while she was sleeping. Before she could despair about having given away her virginity Sherlock entered with a tray of breakfast foods.
“Morning, my dear.” He said cheerfully as he closed the door behind him.
Barba moved to get out of bed but Sherlock stopped her. Her lover sat next to her on the bed and poked a bit of egg on to fork before feeding it to her. Barbara reveled in this new feeling of being utterly spoiled. She nearly forgot that she was nude in front of a man she was so distracted. Her only reminder was when a bit of fruit slid off the fork and landed in her cleavage only for Sherlock to lean down and gobble it up.
Barbra was, by the time the meal was finished, quite smitten with the detective. Beyond simple gratitude she wanted Sherlock to keep pleasing her. “You know,” she said slyly as she laid back. “Our voyage is still a few days. Do you think we’d be able to spend it completely in your room?”
“I do love a challenge.” Sherlock said with a smile that sent shivers through her body.
The next few days were hot and heavy. Sherlock taught Barbara positions she didn’t even know existed. She rarely left the bed or put her clothes on while Sherlock brought their meals to her. Eventually, tragically, they made it to England. The two kissed, and shared a brief embrace away from the other passengers.
“I’ll send you my address.” Barbara said fearing that she couldn’t wait to be Sherlock’s arms once more.
“And I’ll visit.” Sherlock promised, letting go of her with a stiffness that suggested he wanted nothing more than to hold her forevermore. He turned and walked away joining his companion Watson. Sherlock Hound didn’t dare look back or he’d run back to his newest lover.
As Barbara watched him go, she placed a hand on her belly. She sighed as she went to join her father and wondered when next she would see her beloved. She suspected then but wasn’t sure yet that she was carrying his child.
“The relationship started not long after my Lady Elizabeth made off to India with her love. I was already on thin ice with the master for the role I played in that. Naturally enough Elizabeth’s father tried to get Sherlock to look for Elizabeth. Knowing that she was safe and happy with a man she loved and who was very much in love with her, Sherlock felt no need to bother. He did however decide he was enamored of the idea of chasing a maid around the manor on the lord's dime.” Alice couldn’t hide the impish grin that washed over her features. “And I discovered the only thing better than him chasing me is when he caught me. Goodness knows that he had me head over heels. I was already grateful to him for getting Lady Elizabeth out of that arranged marriage and the kidnapping.” Alice paused. “There’s a way he looks at you right? A gleam in his eyes and smile on his lips. He told me my voice is like music.” Marie grinned thinking she knew exactly what Alice meant. “Ah but the first time he threw me onto a bed I expected to be taken like a wild beast. Not that I would have objected much but he was so tender and kind. I soon found myself sneaking into his guest chambers late at night, as often as not he’d be up waiting for me. ‘Course eventually the Lord caught wise to the fact he was getting gamed. Sherlock did tell him where to find his daughter so he still had to pay up. The lord fired me for encouraging him.” Alice frowned briefly.
As Sherlock listened to Elizabeth’s father rant and rave, he noticed Alice sweeping nearby. Her eyes met his and it was like a thunderbolt. Sherlock was one to follow his instincts, his keen mind ever picking up the subtle clues that others missed. In this case it was a sudden realization about the maid. Alice was quite a fetching young woman and she was lonely and in search of excitement. It was plain in the barely visible frown on her features and the languid movements as she carried on her duties. At some point Sherlock agreed to fulfill the aristocrats' desire to locate his daughter and the lord left the room behind to attend some function concerning his business. Sherlock had barely registered the what of it and it would be all but forgotten within the hour.
“You’re not actually going after Elizabeth, are you?” Alice asked, concerned for her fled mistress giving her voice a tremble.
“Goodness, no. She’s happy where she is.” Holmes replied casually as he calculated his next move.
The maid paused, confusion plain on her face “Then why are you here?” Alice asked, her duties coming to a halt.
“Do you want me to leave?” He inquired in answer.
“No! No. It’s just, ah, I don’t know what you’ll be able to do around here.” came Alice’s fearful answer.
Sherlock crossed the floor of the sitting room and wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. Alice flushed her eyes locking on his before darting away Sherlock’s keen eyes could see the truth in her every move. Alice craved affection that had been missing from her life since dear Elizabeth and her Prince departed.
“I have an idea or two.” Sherlock said huskily before kissing her. Alice melted into his touch, her shock at his sudden advances being replaced with giddiness in the scant moments their lips were locked.
“Mr. Holmes!” She giggled. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of the help like that?” Alice playfully pushed herself free of Sherlock’s arms, her sweeping broom forgotten on the floor where it lay.
“Not if it lets me hear that beautiful voice.” The detective said, making another grab for Alice but she danced away. Alice’s face lit up like a gas lantern hot and bright at his words. The maid could not recall the last time someone had paid her such a compliment.
“Well, Mr. Detective, let’s see if you can catch me as well as you catch crooks!” Alice said, slipping out the door. The emptiness of the manor was to both of their benefits. The lord's failing business ventures meant that most of the staff had been let go. Alice, a lone cook, and a single footman were all that remained. The latter doubled as the Lord’s driver and the cook avoided being in the mansion for anything but meal times. Which meant there was no one at all to observe the manor's lone maid dashing around the halls as fast as she could manage on her slippers. Likewise there was no one to notice Sherlock hound confidently chasing after her a slightly toothy grin on his features. He eventually cornered her in the master bedroom.
“Got you now, you naughty little maid.” he declared, seizing her by the wrist as she failed to slip past him back into the hallway. Alice gave a pleasured shriek as Sherlock grabbed her and threw her on the bed. The detective kicked off his shoes before climbing onto the large bed and atop Alice.
“Not that I’m complaining, sir, but I was expecting you to be a bit more rough.” Alice said as Sherlock kissed along her neck. The detective was undoing her clothes being careful not to tear anything, his nimble fingers sorting knotted drawstrings that Alice had not been able to undo for years.
“That can wait for a future meeting. For now, a beautiful woman like you will be treated as such.” Sherlock declared as he slid Alice out of her dress despite never allowing her to rise from the bed. Sherlock admired her body just taking in Alice’s form for a moment. “I appear to be overdressed for the occasion though.” Sherlock declared as he discarded his jacket shirt and pants in quick order.
“Goodness.” Alice said as her eyes alighted on Sherlock's cock. “Oh I've gotten myself into a right mess.” she declared before stretching out her hand and rubbing the tip of his cock and letting it throb in her grip. “Good thing maids are supposed to clean those up.”
Sherlock leaned in, kissing Alice deeply for a moment before whispering into her ear. “Show me.”
Alice had some experience with men (perhaps not as much as she wanted) and so knew exactly what course of action to take. The hand still resting on Sherlock’s cock guided it to her own sex. Alice rubbed the tip across her entrance knowing that she needed to work herself up a bit more before she could handle the detective. Sherlock was quite patient with her not fussing about her getting started. Alice gasped as she shifted her hold from the tip to the base and let Sherlock enter her. Alice had not had sex in quite some time and her various duties had even kept her from pleasing herself. The feeling of being filled by Sherlock was akin to the first sip of water after realizing your thirst. Alice gasped as pleasure washed over her like being dipped in ice water. Alice got no time to collect herself afterwards as it seemed she had used up all or at least most of Sherlock’s patience. The detective availed himself of Alice’s body, his hips rocking back and forth pressing her into the mattress. Alice gasped for air as each thrust from her new lover seemed to drive the air from her lungs. She gulped the air and moaned with abandon as Sherlock loomed over her his features cast in shadow save the lustful gleam in his eyes that drew her in. Alice wrapped her arms about his neck pulling him lower against her as she met her mouth with his. The maid’s body knew what she wanted better than she did as her legs wrapped about Sherlock's waist. Sherlock, masterful lover that he was, gave Alice what she needed. Pressing his hips against her as his cock erupted with sexual pleasure filling her belly with warmth. For a few moments they both lay still panting as they enjoyed the afterglow.
“That was lovely.” Alice sighed as Sherlock pulled away from her and she reluctantly let him go.
“I’m glad.” He said, kissing her forehead. “I intend to have a lengthy stay and I do think we could make use of each other's company.”
Alice grinned at the detective. “I’m more than happy to keep you company.” She cooed back to her lover.
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Alice knocked on his door to Sherlock’s quarters. The little used guest bedroom was the Detectives for the time being and as such it was also where Alice found herself spending much of her time lately
“Who is it?” Sherlock called through the door.
“Maid service, sir! Is there anything you require?”
Sherlock opened the door, a grin as big as could be on his face, not so much as a stitch of clothes on his body. “I require the maid!” He grabbed her and yanked her inside, shutting the door behind them. The click of the lock ensured they would not be disturbed without warning.
“You’re so naughty, sir, screwing the maid like this~!” Alice giggled as she found herself leaned over the bed, the skirt of her dress thrown up onto her back.
“You say such mean things to me in that lovely voice of yours.” Sherlock replied as he pulled down her underwear. “But I know you don’t mean them.” he said as he took her from behind. Alice gasped and moaned and bucked her hips back into Sherlock’s hips. This wasn’t going to be long, Alice knew Sherlock preferred to take her on the bed or occasionally the floor. This was not him making love to her, not really. No this was purely about satisfying their needs and it was ever so gratifying. Alice hoped these little meetings would carry on forever. Alice sighed contentedly as she felt Sherlock cum inside her once more.
“Will that be all, sir?” she asked all but begging him to keep her a little longer.
“Just one thing i think~” Sherlock declared as he spun her around to face him he kissed her long and deep and conveying all the passion he could.
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“That blasted detective! It’s been weeks and I haven’t heard a word about my daughter!” the lord bellowed in outrage. “Where is Holmes?”
“Er, I believe I saw him heading to the master bedroom with Alice.” the footman replied against his better judgement.
The lord gaped in shock blinking thrice before he replied “He wouldn’t…” the lord uttered before his countenance began to contort with rage.
The door swung open and the Lord Howled with rage. “You’ve been fucking my maid instead of finding my daughter, you lecherous leech!
With a gasp, Alice sat up, covering herself with the blanket. Sherlock sighed and stood bold as brass before the irate lord.
"Nonsense i figured out where your daughter went some time ago. She has been in India for months now and is by this time already wed to her beloved prince."
The lord fumed. "Then why the devil didn't you tell me before now!"
"Quite simply, It does you no good to know. She is beyond your reach and influence. She is an adult who has chosen to marry for love rather than submit to your arrangements which are more about benefiting your bank account than her needs. And I was having a lovely time." Sherlock declared as he handed Alice back her clothes. “Truth be told I knew that before you hired me.”
“That god cursed detective! He spends several weeks buggering my maid and tells me that my daughter’s in India!” The lord shouted and stomped in a full on tantrum. “Well you can laugh about this at the gallows because-”
“You will do nothing.” Sherlock snapped his fangs barred for just a moment before he regained himself. “The most you can do is refuse to pay me, in truth your sphere of influence has been so diminished that it doesn’t even cover this house. You can barely afford the servants that remain and if your estate isn’t on sale within the fortnight I shall be utterly gobsmacked. Having said that, I will take my leave and my lady.” Sherlock said having dressed himself he extended a hand to Alice. Alice's heart thumping got out of the bed and followed Sherlock out of the manor for the last time.
“Well my father was a stubborn sort and despite knowing full well that someone intended to rob him he set out without any more security than a shotgun.” Emily shook her head. “I hired Sherlock to ensure my fathers safety, which he did with remarkable aplomb. After the excitement of it all I asked him back to give a more personal thanks. He was quite glad to return and I took him out for a casual horseback ride and a picnic lunch. I had a delightful time and so it got to be a regular thing between the two of us. I can’t remember exactly what triggered things to turn romantic but I do recall that we were out to lunch when it happened. I can’t recall just what he said but I let him take me right then and there. We made our love on the grass under the shade of a tree, not just the first time either. I preferred it to sex in the house anyway. I don’t really know which time it was that fathered my girl but I know it wasn’t the first.”
Sherlock Hound and Emily lay on the blanket, their lunch around them while their horses grazed nearby. It was becoming a regular fixture of meetings between them. A horseback ride out along the fringes of the estate a pause near a tree that provided ample shade and soft earth. A quiet meal that with each new trip seemed to see them sit closer and closer.
“You know, Emily, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were trying to court me.” Sherlock said knowing full well that exactly that was happening.
“What makes you say that?” Emily asked flirtatiously, all fluttering eyelashes and demure deflection.
“Well, this is our third picnic in as many weeks.” Sherlock pointed out as if that was all the evidence needed though he was soon to be rebuffed.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Sherlock. You know the man is the one who does the courting.” Emily said, hiding her eyes behind her riding cap.
“I must say any man who courts you would be very lucky indeed.” Sherlock answered realizing that Emily was of the type that wanted to be chased.
“Go on.” Emily encouraged him by removing her hat letting her eyes sparkle and hair fall about her shoulders.
“Beautiful face, beautiful eyes, beautiful hair and a mind of your own-you’d be the belle of any ball.” Sherlock declared as he leaned in his nose practically touching hers
“How about the way I kiss?” Emily asked, her voice trembling with desire.
“That, I’ll have to test for myself.” He said and they kissed his lips lightly pressed against hers for just a few precious moments.
“Well?” Emily asked just a hint of disappointment in her tone.
“I’ll have to see again.” Sherlock kissed her, harder and more heated this time. His tongue slid from his lips to instantly push into hers. Sherlock's first kiss was nothing but a tease and his second seemed to never end as he tangled his tongue with Emily’s. Emily waned and wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed up her skirts, grinding his pelvis against hers. His hand caressing her thigh as his erection grew stiff against her body a few measly scraps of fabric not enough to hide his intense arousal from her.
Emily gasped as she pulled away from the kiss. “I want to be on top.” She said with such firmness even she was surprised.
“As you wish.” Sherlock said casually laying on his back. Emily opened undid his trousers and found herself staring at Sherlock’s endowments
“Oh my! What a stallion I have here!” Emily announced as she stripped her riding shorts and panties off with one motion. Emily hesitated as she positioned her sex over Sherlock’s cock and slid down onto him. Having been a virgin until this moment she was shocked at how easily he entered her. For a few moments Emily could do little else but look down at where her sex engulfed Sherlock's prize winning tool. She drank in the feeling of how full her sex was and imagined she could feel every throb of Sherlock’s cock within her. “All right, Mr. Detective…giddy up!” she called as she leaned over his body. At once Sherlock began to buck his hips; the position caused her body to bounce with every thrust. Emily bit her lip to keep from moaning the estate was large but she didn’t want to be caught. The thrill of doing this in the open made her heart race and wondered if she could even stop if they were caught. There was a fire in her chest and she had to pop open her shirt button by button until her breast spilled out. She leaned back trying to match the movements of her hips to Sherlocks. More than once she found herself utterly immobilized by a wave of pleasure from a deep orgasm. It was after one such orgasm that she realized Sherlock was holding her hips down against his and there was a new and wondrous warmth in her stomach. “Oh, heavens…that was the best ride I’ve ever had!” Emily said barely finding the strength in her legs to rise off of the detective and flop onto the picnic blanket
“I live to please, my dear.” Sherlock declared with a grin as rolled onto his side and kissed her again.
“Father would be furious if he knew.” Emily giggled. It wasn’t the idea of her father being mad that was funny, more the idea that his anger meant anything in the face of her bliss.
“Well if there’s one thing I'm good at it’s keeping a secret.” The hound replied with a devious grin. “I imagine you can keep one pretty well yourself. “
“I’ll tell you next time.” Emily said wondering when she could closest arrange for “next time”.
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“WHAT?!” Emily’s father cried out at the doctors words
“Yes, sir. Your daughter is pregnant.” The Doctor said casually disposing of his used inspection gloves. “I’d say roughly two weeks in maybe three weeks at the edge.”
“Who, who could it have been…?!” Emily’s father demanded. “I’ll see the cad wed or hanged for despoiling my daughter!”
“Calm down, Father, I went to him!” Emily said already irritated from the bout of morning sickness that had preceded this inspection and it’s not entirely welcome revelation. “There shouldn't be a wedding as my beloved is already married.”
Emily’s father clutched his chest as if he were having a heart attack and fell to the floor. The doctor who had been packing up to leave sighed and opened his travel bag.
He had me on the forest floor that first time we made love. It was the thrill of sneaking about and adrenaline that got me going and he had to have known that. He was very insistent with me and I loved him for it.” Alline blushed. “Of course once wasn’t enough for me. The truth is no man has satisfied me quite like Sherlock. I’m sure you know but I've snuck in here a few times not since you started sleeping in the same bed. But before that there was nothing like stealing inside to rouse him from his slumber for a bit of love.” Alline flushed no doubt remembering such a tryst in vivid detail. “Actually I lie there were a few things like that.” Marie nodded, listening intently. “I promised I wouldn’t steal anything but I have borrowed some items, just long enough to encourage him to chase me. The rush of knowing he’s hot on my heels and what awaits at the end is a unique kind of foreplay. There's also the where of the game ending it could be a secluded rooftop or blind alley or it could be in a store alcove just barely out of sight or behind a bench in the park.”
Sherlock had been laying in bed fast asleep when a sound roused him. His eyes had barely opened to the world when something (or rather someone) dropped from the ceiling and landed on him.
“Hello, Alline.” Sherlock grunted as the thief's daughter adjusted her position it was obvious she had meant to drop a little softer than that.
“Hello, Sherlock.” Alline said soft and sultry as her dark hair fell across her face.
“Couldn’t you have come during the day?” Sherlock asked, thinking about how to keep her from alerting his two housemates.
“Where’s the fun in that? Now, come on, lover. Give us a kiss.” Alline insisted whilst pressing her lips to Sherlocks. If she expected any resistance she didn’t find it. The hound of baker street shifted his head just a touch and pulled her into a deep kiss that reminded her of their first encounter out in the woods. Alline didn’t even notice that his hands had undone her top until she felt his fingers kneading her breasts. She hummed appreciatively as he stroked, cupped and kneaded her breasts. Alline was putty in his hands, whimpering and moaning as he toyed with her, like a master safecracker he seemed to know just the right places to touch to drive her wild. Alline came with a yelp that Sherlock smothered with a kiss.
“Shall we carry on with the foreplay or should I get busy?” Sherlock said twirling her removed skirt and panties about his finger. Alline looked at him and genuinely considered asking him to keep going but seeing the ease with which he was disrobing her made her hot.
“Let’s get things going properly.” Alline said, pulling Sherlock's pajamas aside and letting his erection bob into the air. She admired her lover's rod for a moment before she turned around presenting the detective with her rump and parted her cheeks to give him a better view of her sex. Alline found herself yanked backwards onto Sherlock’s lap. The detective nibbled her neck affectionately as he hoisted her up and dropped her onto his dick. Alline found herself bounced up and down on Sherlock's proud prick as he nearly effortlessly lifted her by the hips. Alline was often shocked at just how physical the hound of baker street could be but rarely if ever did she complain. Not that she had any reason to; she loved the ease with which Sherlock took control of things. Between her lover's generous endowment and the vigorous nature of how he filled her it didn’t take Alline long to cum and Sherlock was right there with her.
For a moment Sherlock sat with Alline in the darkness, nothing but the light from his window on them. The detective took deep breaths of her scent knowing she’d have to go soon. Their romance was always thus, fleeting moments of passion and then days and nights of longing.
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“Caught you, you naughty little minx!” Sherlock called out though not loud enough to be heard. He plucked the jeweled brooch from Alline's hand and tucked it into his pocket. “Naughty naughty girl~” he growled into her ear pinning her against the brick wall of the alleyway. “If you are going to go about taking things that don’t belong to you I'll have to punish you~” Sherlock said as slid Alline’s skirt up and panties aside. Alline gasped as Sherlock's cock filled her sex his whole body pushing her up against the brick wall. It was only an hour before sunrise and they were not nearly deep enough in the alley to be hidden from view. As the detective fucked the thief with force the chances of them being caught by some early riser grew.
“Yes, yes, punish me harder!” Alline called back as Sherlock squeezed her ass and picked up his pace. Both were growing tense neither actually wanted to be seen engaged in such acts but neither could deny the thrill of the chase that led them to this moment. Neither wanted to stop without finishing even if it meant the risk of being seen and that was its own thrill. Finally Sherlock came grunting as he flooded his thieving lover with his seed.”
“Now really Alline…” Sherlock huffed as he pulled his pants back up. “... next time you want me to chase you just leave a note. No more thefts.”
“I was going to put it back.” Alline pouted as she adjusted herself for the walk home. “It was just to get your attention.”
The pair exited the alley and parted ways both more than satisfied with the night's activities.
“I must confess, part of the reason I threw myself at Sherlock is because, well, I was teetering on becoming an old maid and so very few men ever came to me.” Maria revealed without much prompting. “He actually said I was beautiful. No one had ever called me that.”
“Wait! Mr. Holmes! You can’t go that way!” Maria called out to the detective frantically. If he went into the coin bank room right now he’d spot Michael using his little fishing rod trick to get gold coins. Maria was desperate to keep her young ward out of trouble. The boy’s heart was good, better than his fathers even, but he was stealing.
“Why not?” Sherlock asked without an ounce of guile.
Maria was on the spot now and she had never been particularly good at lying especially when nervous. “Because…because…” she faltered and couldn’t come up with a single decent excuse as to why the detective shouldn’t go that way. So she grabbed him and kissed him. Full on the mouth and deep enough she could taste the syrup of his recent meal.
“Well, Well…” The detective replied to her action with a smirk and appraising gaze.
“I-I’m sorry, I-” Maria tried to apologize for her actions. panic at her ploy making her see Sherlock’s gaze as a glare. Sherlock kissed her this time and she fell into it, his arms catching her at the waist and dipping her low. When the kiss ended Maria was left gulping for air. Her head was spinning and her blood was pumping harder than she could ever recall.
“I think we should take this somewhere a touch more discreet.” Sherlock said and with a quick shift of his hands she was being bridal carried back down the hall to her room.
Once in her room Sherlock set her on the bed and began to disrobe. Marie considered trying to flee this situation but a part of her asked her when she had last experienced the attention of such an attractive man. When would she get a chance like this again? Marie undid her dress and shuffled free of it, her nerves were plain on her face as she undid her bun.
“Nervous?” Sherlock asked as he got onto the bed with her, giving her an eyeful of his impressive physique.
“I-” Maria swallowed nervously. “Um, I’ve never actually been with a man before…” she confessed with her face hot with embarrassment.
“A beautiful woman like you? I can’t believe it.” Sherlock said and for a second Marie thought it was a joke and then she realized he was sincere. Maria blushed in astonishment. This strapping young man thought she was beautiful? She was on the verge of spinsterhood and he was calling her beautiful. Sherlock decided his words were not proof enough as he kissed her again. “I’ll be gentle with you all the same then.” he declared, kissing down her neck, stopping to lick and suck on both her nipples before continuing down. He kissed down her belly and her hips before she could ask where he was going she felt his tongue slide across the folds of her sex. She was struck breathless as the detective slid his tongue over across through around and ultimately into her sex. Even her most fevered attempts at self pleasure did not match up to Sherlock's oral skills. Her mind lit up like a Yankee firework show and if she’d possessed the air she would have howled her ecstasy for all to hear.
A tapping at her thighs made her aware that she had locked her legs around Sherlock's head. With a giggle of mild embarrassment she parted her thighs to the detective licking his chops and giving her a smile that did primal things to her. Before another word could be spoken the detective folded her legs toward her chest. She had only a moment to process the head of his dick teasing the entrance to her sex before sliding into her. She expected pain, all her life she had been told that losing her virginity would hurt, but Maria knew only bliss. His shaft caught in all the right places; it was so big and thick inside her. It drove every possible rational thought from her mind. Sherlock hugged her this to his chest he ankles rating beside his left ear as he drove Maria utterly wild with pleasure she had never known before. The Hound of Baker Street was the kind of lover that even experienced partners would find thrilling and poor Maria was getting spoiled rotten. If Sherlock’s earlier performance was a fireworks show then this effort was the show to end them all. Maria gasped, clutched the sheets and writhed in purest pleasure utterly helpless to do anything but accept the maddening levels of delight. Sherlock howled with abandon as he finished his cum filling Maria with a new and wondrous warmth. Sherlock released Maria’s legs as he pulled away laying on the bed to recover. Maria gave a contented sigh as she snuggled into Sherlock.
“Now, about Michael…” Sherlock said after a moment.
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“To my knowledge Moriarty took the worst of it but that still left poor Sherlock with a badly broken leg and dislocated shoulder. So he was laid up for quite some time. We talked a lot, about just everything. We played chess. He was just so charming. Finally, I got into the bed with him, he kissed me, and, well, his recovery did not affect his performance at all. I lay with him every day until he was discharged and I was certainly sad to see him go. But he left me a little parting gift.”
Diane still couldn’t believe that she’d been assigned as a nurse to the great Sherlock Holmes. She had hoped he was as every bit as handsome, charming and intelligent as people said he was. It was her delight spotting him while he was being laid to rest that he was in fact handsome the rest she would have to learn later. His reputation preceded him by a country mile, some of it so outlandish as to beggar belief. Then there were the rumors about his numerous affairs… which were just rumors of course. Still, the things people said about the detective's love life were so scandalous! If even half of the things she had heard were true then it meant she was in the presence of a true master of seduction and sexual congress. According to some talk he had a lover in every port along the English coast and a dozen children besides.
Diane tried to put all that idle chatter out of her head; she was a professional and it didn't do to pry into her patients' lives. She plucked up the tray of food for the doubtlessly hungry Hound she pushed through the door with her back side and found herself with a question; how did he get that shirt off with his bad shoulder? Sherlock was sitting up in the bed shirtless, she was struck by how deceptively toned he was under the hospital gown he had been in when she first laid eyes on him. Diane started as the detective locked eyes with her and she realized she had been staring, which caused her to nearly drop the tray she had been holding. Diane flushed with embarrassment as she stabilized the tray and put it in reach of the detective
"Thank you very much, miss..?" Sherlock said as he plucked a sandwich from the plate.
"Diane, I'll be caring for you during your recovery." She answered, struggling to keep her eyes on his face and not other parts of his body. She had always heard scholarly types were reedy and sallow but Sherlock was just shy of Olympian in physique.
"What luck! I was afraid that the ill-tempered ogre of a nurse that set my leg was going to be watching over me." Sherlock laughed before taking a bite from his meal. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Miss Diane, though I profess I wish circumstances were not so dire."
Diane laughed her earlier anxiety was melting as Sherlock proved every bit the charismatic figure of rumor. "Nurse Helga may not have the best bedside manner but she is a very effective healer I promise."
"All the same I think I shall enjoy your company more. would you care to join me for a few games of chess?" Sherlock invited her by gesturing to a board already set up. Diane nodded and took up a spot opposite him so they could both reach the board.
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Sherlock reset the chessboard for the sixth time in short order the detective had beaten her again. Sherlock had explained to her after the first game that chess was less about intelligence and more about memorizing the possible moves. Diane had tried very hard to pick up this skill but more and more she found herself staring at his crotch. The thin trousers he was wearing made it exceedingly obvious that he had an erection by the way it threatened to break free of his trousers.
"I can’t take this anymore. I must have him!" Diane thought to herself and before she could doubt her next course of action she asked. “Mr.Holmes, I hope you don’t mind if I do something unprofessional.”
“Such as?” Sherlock asked a twinkle in his eye that seemed to tell her to make her move. Diane bent down and kissed Sherlock who quickly reciprocated. He pulled her down onto the bed and on top of him. Diane was impressed at him managing to avoid moving his injured shoulder in the slightest as his deft fingers found their way to her sex. Diane was certainly glad she worked at a hospital that used skirts instead of trousers. Diane couldn't keep her lips from his and any doubts about his powers of seduction were fully dispelled. He removed her underwear with one quick motion. Diane pulled his trousers down finding that Sherlock was equipped with a tool to make any man green with envy. Neither she or Sherlock were content to simply have her stare at it, the detective encouraging her to get on which she eagerly obliged. The detective needed to contribute little to Diane's efforts, his endowments and her own enthusiasm carrying her swiftly to orgasm and just as swiftly to his. Sherlock it seemed was just a tad pent up and so his seed had filled her to the limit and then oozed from her sex.
"Miss Diane, I hope you feel free to be unprofessional like that with me in the future." Sherlock said with a smile as Diane dismounted him and the bed.
"So long as it doesn't negatively impact your recovery." Diane replied as she retrieved her underwear from the floor. "I'd be happy to show you some more." as she pulled her garment up to her sex she noted that they were still damp from his foreplay. The other nurses no doubt noticed Diane leaving with quite the spring in her step but they certainly couldn't guess what it was about.
For the next two weeks and change Diane spent most of her time with Sherlock. She would check in on her other patients and leave Sherlock for the last. Diane kept anyone from prying by insisting that Sherlock's pain was making him quite irritable and disagreeable. All the while she spent her efforts in easing his pain with her pleasures. The hound had little trouble convincing her to indulge in oral sex especially seeing as how it turned out to be a mutual desire. Despite the risks Diane couldn't resist the urge to take his seed whenever she climbed on his cock. the warm fullness she carried with her the rest of the day. It was a secret proof of her love affair.
“I’m being discharged today.” Sherlock reminded Diane as she straddled his waist once again. The detective's hands stroked her breasts tenderly as he helped her get into the mood.
“Then we best make the most of it.” The Nurse purred as she felt Sherlock's cock growing stiff against her sex. Only the thin divide of his pants and her panties separating them and then very quickly those barriers were gone. Diane was able to give it all she had not needing to worry as much about hurting her beloved hound. Likewise Sherlock was much more active than any time before lifting her up and down his shaft stroking and caressing her most intimate places. It was more intense than anytime they had made love before so naturally it was also the shortest. Sherlock grunted and moaned as he filled Diane with his seed. Diane moaned as she came from the wondrous filling of her womb.
“Mr. Holmes?” They heard a doctor say.
Diane leapt off of Holmes, pulling her skirts down while kicking her undergarments under the bed while Sherlock covered himself with the blankets. Diane had just managed to adjust her top when the door swung open. The elderly doctor walked in wrinkled his nose as if smelling something looked from Diane to Holmes and rolled his eyes. Diane felt her heart sink as she realized she had been caught and what that would mean.
“It was nearly seven years ago now. My family and I were escaping from a minor war and we were taken in by a con man. Moriarty stole most of my fathers wealth that escaped with us and then tried to sell us out to the rebels. I escaped and encountered Sherlock by chance. He was sympathetic to my story and got my family out of harm's way with most of our treasure back…”
"Please you have to help me, they will kill my family!" Jawhara begged the strangers that passed her by. Some hurried away looking worried, others sneered and turned away most simply looked confused.
"I'm afraid you'll not find much help that way. Not many people around here speak the language." Jawhara turned and spotted a handsome stranger standing on the streets. "Now tell me dear, What is this about a family in mortal peril?
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Jawhara stared at Sherlock utterly, awe struck. Her father had often spoken on the faults of the Englishman but she couldn't find a trace of them in Sherlock. He took her case with no promise of payment, contradicting her fathers insistence that greed motivated their every move. He spoke to her with nothing but respect, whereas her father said the English were disgraceful. Sherlock spoke clearly and plainly assuring her that her family would be safe, while her father had droned about how Englishmen spoke in tongues to seem more clever than they were. but perhaps the clearest of manners in which her father was wrong was the moment she beheld before her. Sherlock stood on the balcony of the room, his sun half cast in shadow half bathed in golden light and so Jawhara realized that the Detective was devastatingly handsome. No handsome was too modest; he was an angelic beauty.
Jawahar had lived in luxury all her life, she had no skills that she could apply to make a living thanks to her fathers insistence. The rebellion had exposed her to the real world and her family being swindled and nearly sold to those who would see them dead was eye opening.
"Detective." Jawhara called out. "I would like to repay you for rescuing my family."
"Oh no need, your father gave me a handsome sum for the deed already."
"Then let me repay all you have done for me." Jawhara replied. "I can't offer you gold or jewels but that doesn't mean I have nothing to offer."
Sherlock's smile broadened and his eyes seemed to gleam in the setting sun. "Princess if you are offering me what i think, it would make your father quite upset with both of us."
"I am discovering that my father is wrong more often than he is right and I would settle my own debts." Jawhara said as she closed the distance to the Hound and found herself swept up into his arms. "Besides which I see a golden opportunity for both of us."
"I Couldn't agree more..." Sherlock replied before leaning down and kissing her. Jawhara followed Sherlock's lead, his tongue slipping past her lips to lead her own tongue in a dance of passion. The princess was breathless as his lips pulled away from hers and she realized at some point he had lifted her from her feet and carried her to the bed in which she now lay. Jawhara had to fight the urge to slap his hands when he expertly moved her silken shawl and stripped her of her dress. Her face flushed hot as he laid her bare before him and she found herself wanting to cover the parts of her that were so intimate being seen by a man for the first time. Sherlock's warm smile, the eagerness in his eyes which roved over stoked a fire in her something that told her there was nothing to fear. Uncurling from herself he let him see her fully, the dark thin fur that let one see every curve and subtlety of her body. His eyes met her amber orbs and she knew that she had made the right choice because the fire in his eyes matched the fire in hers. The detective stripped away his shirt jacket and pants with impressive speed. Jawhara panicked slightly at the sight of the monstrous member between his legs. Thankfully for her Sherlock did not seek to sate his lusts immediately as she had long been told would happen. Instead the Detective sought out her pleasure. He trailed a kiss down to her breasts suckling on her nipples which awoke a tremendous hunger. His fingers sought out her sex but did not enter her instead stroking and kneading on her sex. The princess realized that she was a mystery for the detective to solve and he was being thorough in his investigation. He teased her and taunted her with his touch, his finger, his lips, and his tongue. and then finally his arousal could be ignored no more. Jawhara gasped as she gave her virginity to the handsome hound, she had been told that it would hurt before it felt good but there was no pain. Sherlock had clearly been holding back as he made his stake on Jawhara clear. The princess writhed beneath Sherlock as he filled her to her limits and made her beg for more. Sherlock did his best to silence her moaning by smothering her with a deep and passionate kiss to no avail. The princess saw stars as he was brought to the first orgasm of her life, one moment she was staring into the ceiling and the next it was as if the heavens had taken up residency in her hotel room. When the stars faded out Jawhara was aware that Sherlock was lying next to her and that there was a new warmth in her belly.
"I- I do believe that I owe you for that too." Jawhara said.
"Oh think nothing of it but i do have something you could do for me."
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Jawhara examined the day's take in with a touch of disappointment that she had been off the mark by a whole percentage point. It was hardly the difference between rags and riches but she had done quite nicely since Sherlock gave her the job of watching over his stock holdings. She made more than enough from the market to dress nicely as reflected in the bright red topcoat pleated skirt and especially the delightful hat she had. No, the major take away was that she would have to hold off on a planned purchase because of the funds that simply wouldn't be there.
"Hello my princess." Sherlock called jubilantly from the door.
"You know I'm no longer a princess." Jawhara said blushing as he rushed to embrace her.
"You are my Princess." Sherlock said as he carried her to the bedroom. Jawhara blushed as the detective
“You’d be right he solved the case, cleared my good name and retrieved the funds so the school could keep running in a little under a day and a half.” Emily flushed. “Which is why I went to bed with him. Maria, my friend from school, had told me he was … amorous to say the least. My financial assets were still in holding and so I didn't have any way to show my gratitude except my body.”
Emily sat at her desk still trying to process the fact that she narrowly avoided a lengthy prison sentence. If that one officer wasn't being hyperbolic then she possibly avoided the gallows. She had narrowly avoided the closure of the school she loved as well. Of course one could not forget that her boss had set her up to take the fall for his misdeeds. She had been in a panic since the whole thing began and even though it was over now she had yet to fully relax. When one finds themselves accused of defrauding an entire school one quickly finds that they have not a single friend in the entire town. that had driven her to contact her schoolmate Maria. Maria had directed her to Sherlock Hound who took the case in the beating of a heart. The whole school had heard her boss confess thanks to Sherlock's genius, which meant that by now the whole town knew who was really to blame. She had been within a hair's breadth of losing everything.
"Penny for your thoughts." Sherlock said he entered the room.
Emily looked at him and managed a smile as she replied. "I'm afraid due to the economy I'm charging a full dime."
Sherlock laughed at her joke and Emily was struck by what a handsome hound he was at roughly the same time she couldn't pay him for his efforts.
"But given that I've yet to pay you and probably won't be able to for sometime perhaps you ought to have them for free."
Sherlock gave a dismissive wave. "Think nothing of it I would not charge any friend of Maria's, especially not since you have already had such a harrowing ordeal it wouldn't be gentlemanly."
The mention of Maria brought up some more exciting news about the most famous occupant of Bakers street. a fire kindled in her chest as she sought to settle her curiosity and her debts. "I may not be able to offer a more proper award but..." Sherlock looked intrigued. "... If nothing else I can offer myself?" She said, rising from her desk. She lifted her skirt until the hound could see her panties.
"Are you certain? I speak it truly You are not in my debt." Sherlock said assuring her that Maria's assertions as to his character were spot on.
"In your mind, but not in my mind and besides I could use a distraction." Emily had barely finished the statement before the hound crossed the room and she was pulled into a kiss, she had come close to marrying once before but the war had put a stop to that. even had she been more ardent in seeking out romance she would have been utterly unprepared for the passion. Emily found his hands clutching her body finding parts of her that she scarcely embraced anymore. it was only seconds later that she found herself braced against her desk he skirt flipped up onto her back and her panties dangling from her ankle. it was terribly exciting for her and she was quite thrilled to feel the detective teasing his cock against her pussy. "please be gentle... I've not done this in quite some time."
"I Shall be as soft as you require." Sherlock said before his teasing at her entrance became more firm and his shaft began to slide into her sex. Emily whimpered as she was taken for the first time in many a year. the detective was just on the borderline of too much for her she was filled to the brim by the time he had fully sheathed his cock within her. true to his word the detective was gentle soft little pumps just enough to push her forward as his hips met hers. Emily quickly found the heat of the room stifling. pulling open her shirt to breathe, she undid the lacing of her bra and cast it aside. the school mistress was glad that there were neither teachers or students to overhear her moans and whimpers of delight because she couldn't contain the ecstasy she was experiencing. her cries of joy reached a crescendo as she came her sex squeezing impossibly tighter around the hound's member. Emily sighed as she felt Sherlock pull away from her the fleeting moment at it's end.
"That was lovely but if you don't mind..." Sherlock seized her by the hips lifting her up and laying her back to rest on her desk. "...I do think I'll keep going thanks to your vocal encouragement." sherlock said his cock resting atop her hips. Emily looked at it and was sure that had she actually seen it before hand she wouldn't have been able to take it.
"By.. By all means... Perform for me." Emily replied after she caught her breath. it was quite flattering indeed to get the attention of such a dashing gentleman. Sherlock's smile was hot as a summer day and twice as bright. Emily could not take her eyes of his cock as he returned it to her warm embrace. perhaps it was simply seeing it that made it so but it felt larger than before. Bracing himself with one hand on either side of her hips the Detective was much much bolder his time. Emily was glad her desk was so sturdily built because the detectives more frenzied efforts to please would surely have demolished a lesser model. Emily found that being able to see the detectives face as he worked hi magic was a thrill all its own, the gleam of lust in his eyes the grin of self satisfaction and the hunger he felt for her were a pleasure like she had never known before. her climax found her faster than before possibly because the detective was holding back less now. once again he pulled back his cock glistening with their fluids.
"You aren't done?"
"not quite but I'm a bit winded." Sherlock confessed.
"then allow me." Emily declared as she hopped off of her desk. She felt her legs quiver as the after shocks of her recent orgasms rolled over her body she pushed the detective up against the chalk board before turning around. with only her thighs she pinned the detective to the surface. reaching between her legs she felt a naughty thrill as she took hold of his shaft and guided it into her sex again. this time she took control pushing her hips against his. her whole body felt hot as the room filled with the sound of her hips making contact with hers. The hound seized her hips pulling her body tight against his as for once Emily got to feel him cum. warmth filled her belly as the hounds seed flooded her sex and began to drip out of her. Emily barely avoided falling forward into her desk as she got a third orgasm from the detective.
"I think... I think... I think i still owe you." Emily confessed
"Well if you insist." Sherlock said gripping her shoulders and pulling her closer for a kiss that she gladly accepted.