To Abbey<br/><br/>Abbey's touch was intoxicating and he could feel the impression of her soul against his as she delicately touched him. It was something abstract and intense. Something, that in time could be a way for he and this human to make love and feel each other in a way more intimate and tantric than even the feeling of his warm slime on her bare skin and deep into her womanly depths. But her untrained mind was not ready for this, so he let her soul feel his in that abstract astral space where their energies met and every touch sent a shiver through his body that then ran through her own like the claws of a lower gently running across her belly or down her spine as he continued to squirm in her depths as deep as he could go and tantalize her body as much as her suit would allow.