She is yours; take her!

Your lust, as would be expected, overrides all else.
You narrow your slitted eyes and focus intently on the woman. Scanning her mind, you quickly locate all traces of lust she has ever felt, every fetish she keeps carefully concealed from the world.
You gather them all into one mass, and send them screaming to the surface.
All her prayers become meaningless in the face of such a psychic onslaught. She screams in near-orgasmic delight, her nipples quickly erecting and the crotch of her tan pants visibly dampening. She almost climaxes right then and there.
"Uh...ahhh...mmmm...mmmMistress?"
"Destroy the cross," you hiss.
She obeys without question, snapping the chain and throwing the hated item into the garbage disposal.
You sneer, and grasp her hair roughly in your talons. "Infect yourself with my lust," you hiss, dragging her down to her knees and pressing her face into your bare crimson vagina.
She begins licking and sucking as you without question, tasting you fully and submissively.
"You...are mine...****," you moan in between sensations.
She continues to pleasure you. "Yes...Mistress," she groans.
You angrily slap her upside the head, remembering that she has a hidden fetish for being roughly dominated. "Don't stop licking me...until I say...you can...slut!"
She complies, and concentrates solely on groping and licking you for the next hour. You laugh cruelly at your ****'s fate; she will make a worthy demoness.
Still, there's the problem of her **** ex-husband. Should you gift him with an incubus' powers, or save him for soul food for you and your new sister?