Oh, fuck, I thought, I committed incest! I was quite literally a motherfucker now!I limped to the bathroom and emptied whatever I needed to empty, aft...r which I washed my hands, mouth, and face. I opened the shower to run some hot water all over my body and process these feelings of anxiety, guilt, awkwardness, uncertainty, fear, excitement, lust, and pride within me. First of all, why guilt? What did I really do wrong?Incest, sure, I did that, but why was that supposed to be wrong, because it. We grabbed Jessi and Julie and began the stumble back to John's dorm since we were all very drunk by this point. When we reached his dorm room, we all tumbled clumsily down on to the bed, a drink still in each of our hands. We started a question game and it didn't take long at all before the topic of conversation turned to sex... John quickly turned to Jess, "Have you ever had a threesome?" Uhmmm, yes, I actually have..." Jessi murmured under her breath, unable to look him in the eyes."Oh,. Her nipples hardened under his gentle tongue. He reached down and grabbed her hand to lead her to the waiting bed. Her pussy was dripping in anticipation of his next touch. He gently laid her down on the bed and slowly pulled off her soaked pink thong, kissing his way back up her body. He gently kissed her inner thighs and inhaled the amazing aroma of her perfectly groomed honey pot. He began taking long slow licks of her pussy, it was sweeter than any dessert he had ever tasted. He continued. "So you think this would be in your line of work?" "Absolutely, my good man. Absolutely." "Do you have a notion . . . what we're up against?" "No," said Mycroft. "I have no 'notion'; rather, I know exactly what we'reup against: belles dames sans merci . . . noble succubi." "Noble . . . succubi?" "Yes, the most dangerous species of succubus. They lurk by preference amongthe aristocracy. They feed on the blood of servants and retainers, as wellas using it in their depraved rituals. And they.