<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><b>To Abbey</b></span><br/><br/>Geril had not expected this, had not believed her power, or their connection could be so intense, and he did not think that a great worm could ever feel something like this with any besides another of his own kind. Her eyes began to take on the soft kaleidoscope of colors that was Geril's core as not just his body, but his power accepted her as part of him, and he began to push as deeply inside her as her suit would let him. Her nipples started to role and twist, gong just to the edge of pleasure and pulling back before it became pain to go the other way, and running up and down her sides and along her thighs. But the pleasure of her body, or the overpowering feed back of Geril's own pleasure running through her body was nothing compared to the way his energy moved through her body and began find the deepest parts of her to pleasure and his own thoughts guided her and whispered to her, taking her hands, in a way, and showing her how to use her own power to touch his and how to feel the kind of pleasure that was alien to her body, because it did not belong to a human but an ectoplast, which made it all the more intense for a human.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"></span>