Queen mounts Stallion

Gritting his fanged teeth as he held both of the sexy Succubi steady, their statuesque, buxom, Demonically-improved bodies sitting rigid atop and enraptured by the pleasure of his massive arm-cocks speared deep inside them, Mark raised his gazed up to look hungrily at his Demon Queen. The pleasure of feeling Mary and Tanya squeezing tightly astride his colossal arm-appendages, was only overshadowed by the almost painful sensation of not having something atop his gargantuan, throbbing, dual-demonic-cocks, the absence becoming a dark pit of carnal hunger for him. Barely able to see over the toweringly-tall tops of the double-erections straining up between his legs, Mark saw Lydia return his yearning, lustful gaze.

Lydia too, felt the same dark, sinful hunger in her. After hearing and seeing her daughter and hand-maiden racked with pleasure from the sensations of Mark's new, demonic-gifts, her own body was now burning with an all-consuming need, struggling with the lack of similar sensations filling it. Lydia had waited, allowing the hunger to build, knowing that the worse it got, the greater gratification she would experience in satiating it.

“P-please, my Queen,” Mark growled in a begging cry. “My c-cocks are so hard for you. It...it hurts!”

Unable to resist the **** plea of her Hell-Knight, Lydia allowed her dark, silken robe slip from her fully-naked,glorious, Demonic, black-ebony form and moved quickly forward, kneeling astride Mark atop the bed-throne, her, perfectly-rounded ass-cheeks sitting just atop his stomach, the shallow valley of their cleavage, tantalizingly cradling the upper, behemoth of Mark's twin-cocks, her sumptuous, thick, thighs pressing warmly against his, her talon-fingered hands stroking soothingly up his chiselled, grey chest.

“I am here, my Hell-Knight,” Lydia purred, soothingly, leaning forward, pushing her colossal, night-black tits against his chest, allowing her luxuriant, dark hair to fall like curtains enclosing her face above Mark's. “Kiss me lover, ravage my mouth with your tongue before you ravage my body with your glorious cocks.”

Mark raised his head and caught Lydia in a ferocious, frenzied kiss, their forked tongues lashing violently against each other, deepest black lips feasting upon dark grey ones, loud, guttural moans and grunts passing between their enveloping mouths, their bone-like horns clacking against each other like fighting stags.

“MmMMMGHHMHHMMMM!”

“MMHMMHHMGHGHGHMMM!”

“AhhhhH! Lydia, gasped loudly freeing herself from the incredible kiss, heaving her body upright, throwing her jet-black hair back over her obsidian shoulders in a high, cascading arc, her huge Demonic, bat-like wings extending out to stretch the full width of the room, her aspect like a roaring lion, howling at the moon after the glory of a successful hunt.

“The time has come Hell-Knight! Fill me with your glory! Fill your Queen with cock!”

Unable to contain her infernal, burning hunger any longer, Lydia quickly rose her entire body upwards, and used both hands to guide each of Mark's gargantuan, expansively-thick, throbbing, veiny, light-grey, fire-extinguisher-sized cocks in line with both of her awaiting holes. The Demon-Queen took one last, lustful look at the steel-grey, black-horned, stunningly-handsome, almost darkly-dangerous, Demonic-enhanced features of her lover, and their eyes meeting for a shared moment of absolute, wanton adoration, Lydia lowered herself onto both of Mark's cocks.