Belladonna doesn't notice the presence of the incubus, either. There's only the man above him, the moment they're sharing, the pleasure building fast inside of her abdomen. She makes a noise of assent without being able to form any actual words, her eager mouth kissing at his jaw as her legs writhe and her hands find what they need.

She can't help but slide a hand over the bulge in the fabric first before working at the button and zipper--her fingers are clumsy but get the job done in their determination, allowing him to spring forward into her waiting palms.

Ell's cock feels like hot velvet. Belladonna tries (and fails) not to be too eager as she strokes him, her soft fingertips exploring everywhere from his tip to his base. Feeling his erection only makes her moan louder, eyes squeezing shut as she bucks hard against his working hand, inner walls clenching against him.