You are freaking out about both how natural it feel to be a succubus/yuki-onna hybrid and your potential lack of ability to be a good queen for your new subjects, when you sense said subjects waking up from some sort of trance.
As their demonic queen, you can hear every thought they get, even the smallest one, which coupled with all you senses, including your new demonic and royal ones, make it pretty easy for you to pick how bewildered they are by what they did to you, or how scared they are by what they became. It is clear that something had been done to force them to participate in your change and, somehow, it had also protected their human mind.
Soothed by the clear humanity of your subject, regardless of their demonic bodies and needs, you try to be a nice and responsible queen and help them calm down but charring their fears, and since they can feel it, you fail lamentably.
Suddenly, you hear a male voice resonating in this satanic cave, sniggering about an experiment that turned far better than expected on the physical plane, but was heavily disappointing on the mental one. This man is speaking of your transformation into demonesses, your subjects and yourself, you don't have any doubt about it!