[ It is pleasant, in a way he's not sure he's even supposed to feel. He's not normally so attuned with aether, feeling it so strongly is different, and doubly so when it's blurring pain and pleasure together. And it's different from earlier as well, when Emet was holding his soul. He doesn't think he could feel this much then, but whatever doubt or worry he may have had about this is gone soon enough - along with others that are always on the back of his mind.

It makes it easier to focus on Emet's touch on his soul, on his aether. And though he can't quite feel his physical one around his cock, he's still rock hard in his grip, his body reacting to the stimulation and his ind and soul lost in pleasure just as much.

And with the connection to his physical body weakening he can't bother speaking, doesn't even feel like it, but he tries to communicate through his aether anyway that he doesn't want to stop this, that he wants Emet to continue. ]