For the Tathamets, intimacy and sensuality are like a decadent beverage.
It is a river that they can sip from endlessly while taking brief breathers to bask in the immense satisfaction that follows afterward; fueling their indescribable taste for more.
Nearly every night becomes a spontaneously choreographed dance of intimacy that leaves no one unaccounted for or unsatisfied.
While that may sound exhausting to some, the act itself is the furthest thing from.
It is a primal reassuring that the feelings and sympathies that bind them all together are present now just as they were yesterday; as well as a promise that they will still be there tomorrow.
Who would not delight in being loved so desperately like that?
From the pads of their toes to the tips of the horns on their heads, every inch of them is dyed in each other's combined colors.
