She makes it!

As Mary left to retrieve her boyfriend, Lydia moved and seated herself on the end of the bed, desperately trying to regain some of her lost regal composure.

Drawing on some of her demonic power, Lydia warped the bed beneath her to form a high-backed, cushioned throne and conjured a fresh, long, black, silken robe to cover her naked form.

With another mere twitch of her power, Lydia transformed the color of her skin to the darkest black of night, even the whites of her eyes became pools of pitch darkness. The golden shine of her jeweled adornments provided a stark contrast of color across her gorgeous body. The only other trace of color were her irises, which had now become a deep, royal purple,

A few moments later, Mary re-entered the room and without a missed beat, moved to stand beside her Mother-Queen, the sexy, sensuous sway of her hips and breasts entrancing even Lydia's notice for a handful of heart-beats. 'Satan be praised, my daughter's body is so fucking gorgeous.' Lydia thought to herself for a second, before refocusing her attention to the matter at hand.

A involuntary quiver of anticipation coursed through both Succubi's bodies as Mark's demonic form entered the room. Although already intimately familiar with both Lydia and Mary, Mark himself could not help but pause in a moment of stunned reverence as he took in the sight of his newly enhanced, statuesque forms of his Queen and Princess.

Noting with regard at how he managed to let his surprise last only a mere second, before regaining his composure and moved to kneel before her, Lydia smiled, truly impressed at this already powerful Inncubi's self-control.

“I am pleased to see that you already recognize the new power the idol had bestowed upon me and I unto my daughter.” Lydia spoke, the regality of her tone utterly concealing the burning lust and cock-hunger raging inside her. “I am your Queen, Mark, and Mary your Princess.”

“A pleasure I am truly thankful for.” Mark replied, his own voice clearly edged with animalistic growl of barely contained desire. “I will live to serve you both until the end of time.”

“I am glad to hear it.” Lydia responded, the heat in her snatch raging up to an inferno. “My daughter has suggested to augment your power as well, to raise you in strength and stature to better serve us at our new level.”

Glancing upwards towards Mary, Mark let slip a wicked, fanged-toothed smile of his own, clearly thinking of the multiple and varied ways he would thank his new Princess for such a recommendation to her Mother.

Mary couldn't help but grin back, and knowing what change would soon be occurring in her long-time lover, drew upon her own considerable demonic power and transformed her own skin-color back to the classic, blood-red she knew Mark enjoyed the most. Her deep-black colored lips became quickly moistened by a luscious, teasing, promissory lick of her forked, cherry-pink tongue.

“It would be my honor.” Mark said, focusing his attention fully back to Lydia.

“You will become my Hell-Kinght, my Left-Hand, my doom to my enemies and chosen consort of myself and my daughter.” Lydia continued, her own hungry, sinful smile slowly playing over her lips. “Come, drink and be risen up.”

With smooth, feline finesse Lydia rose one of her legs high, arcing it up and over the other, opening her black, silk robe and exposing her colossal, utterly-perfect tits and the sopping wet slit of her pitch-black pussy-lips.