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.
When sex provides an experience such as this, who can blame them for becoming swept away in their attraction to each other at times?
With existence being such a cold and unfriendly place as it is, it is no surprise that they return to each other endlessly for a reciprocal love that is pure and without equal.
And the only condition for this love is uncorruptable loyalty to each other.
This is how the group ended up in the bedroom for much longer than what was originally planned.
The entire day to be exact.
The faint glow of moonlight peeked through the bedroom curtains to illuminate the heavenly bodies intertwined on the bed within.
One could pick just about any pairing and find themselves mesmerized.
Lailah had sought after Sif, Bekka had been attacked by Erica, Lillian was pressed underneath Valerie, and Audrina was attempting to fend off Seras.
Abaddon was the busiest and most active as he divided his physical talents between Eris and Tatiana.
Lisa was already unconscious and twitching; having been the one the group unanimously decided to focus on earlier in the day.
They found her cute screams and the way her curvy body reacted to pleasure to be quite infatuating.
But even though she seemed like she was out of the action, that was far from the case.
The wedding crests sitting in the center of her pubic region was glowing at it's brightest neon color.
As was everyone else's.
They could feel everything everyone was doing all at once.
Every unique flick of a finger, swirl of the tongue, or grinding of the hips was like a signature of the person performing the action.
They were all quite mindful of every person's idiosyncrasies as they engaged with their partner's bodies.
Lailah's g-spot was just a tiny bit more shallow than the other girls' was, so while inside of Eris, Abaddon would aim for that spot every so often, making her cry out and tremble from across the bed.
Seras had a budding interest in having her nipples treated roughly, so Sif would bite Lailah's occasionally and send them both reeling into an orgasm.
This pattern of behavior continued on for several more hours with several more changing of partners.
It was around 2 a.m when the excitement culminated to it's peak.
In an impressive display of proficiency, Abaddon impaled Lailah in missionary while Sif was seated upon his shoulders with his head in between her legs.
An additional pair of arms had been sprouted so that he could hold onto Lillian's waist while also supporting Sif so that she wouldn't fall.
Using his hips and lips, he brought both women to the verge of orgasm in close timing with his own.
With the three of them climbing towards the mountain peak of euphoria, it wasn't long before everyone else was right there alongside them.
Their distinctive wails could be heard in unison as their backs arched, sheets were clenched, and bodily fluids flew.
Indescribable, unfathomable euphoria ran through their bodies like the rushing of a freed damn.
It was no surprise that after such a harrowing event that they each collapsed on top of each other in a weakend state.
Abaddon gently lowered Sif down onto the bed; being careful with her body that was already limp.
Once she was on her back, Lillian drunkenly moved to steal her lips in a deep kiss that was more gentle than craven.
Everyone mirrored her actions as if they were thanking each other for a pleasurable round of intercourse.
Afterwards came a special moment where the group lay in bed basking in the glow of their most recent orgasm, wrestling with the lingering electricity between their thighs, and filling their nostrils with the scent of each other's sweat and pheromones.
For a while, the only sound was of their heavy breathing and an occasional soft moan.
Their hands became intertwined in a romantic gesture as they remained either face-down on the bed, or staring up at the ceiling.
"I love you.." Audrina said hoarsely.
No one asked who she was speaking to. It didn't really matter.
They all felt the same.
"...I'm hungry."
Everyone clawed for the last bit of strength in their body so that they could sit up and stare at Bekka.
Seras finally unglued herself from the bed and hobbled to the bathroom to clean herself up a bit.
Just before leaving the house she shot all of her still-sticky lovers a warning look and some choice parting words.
"None of you better start without me. If I sense any of you so much as kiss I'm getting a divorce."
All: "Fat chance."
Sif: "Tried it already, don't recommend it... Can you get me an apple pie too?"
Rolling her eyes with a slight smile, Seras took one last look at the flawlessly erotic bodies laid out before her before she jumped off the balcony.
-
The Tathamets are somewhat creatures of habit.
They like trying new restaurants, going on new dates and experiencing new things together like every other couple, but they also have places they visit on a consistent basis.
Like the butcher shop where Abaddon gets steaks and wine, or the sip and paint place where they often go on spontaneous dates.
The restaurant Fat Dragon is one of those staples.
It's similar to Waffle House in that it's open all night long and mostly frequented by buzzed partygoers.
But on a weeknight like tonight, things were pretty slow.
Which was how Seras was able to arrive without causing much of a fuss for anyone else who might've been attempting to satisfy a drunken craving.
Upon entering the young woman working at the counter bowed to her and smiled. "I am honored to be in the presence of the Seventh Empress... I think you're the only one who hasn't come to visit us."
Seras smiled wryly, as again, her family were creatures of habit.
This wasn't the first time Bekka got hungry in the middle of their sessions and requested something other than her husband to fill her stomach.
And it likely wouldn't be the last.
"One all-devouring empress family pack?" The cashier asked.
"You have a name for it...?" Seras' wry smile only widened.
"Of course we do. Isn't it cute??" The young spirit beamed.
The word Seras wanted to use was 'embarrassing' but her adorable little worshipper seemed like she would be crushed if she heard that.
"...It is indeed very cute."
"Right??"
The young woman informed Seras that everything would be ready in just a few short minutes and apologized for the wait.
Seras found herself leaning against a nearby wall and texting her family just to pass the time.
Unsurprisingly, Bekka found the fact that another restaurant had named a family set meal after her as 'dope'.
In under two minutes, Seras was being handed two large plastic bags full of food and a trio of drink carriers.
Thank the heavens for telekinesis and the ability to grow additional limbs, because if it weren't for those things then she would have never been able to carry all of those things by herself.
"Seras..?"
Immediately, the good mood she'd been feeling vanished like a morning mist.
She almost dropped everything she was carrying onto the floor, but luckily the counter girl had fast enough reflexes to catch it.
Seras slowly turned around to see a man she knew painfully staring back at her in awe.
He opened his mouth to speak again or perh correct himself, but Seras quickly gathered her things and disappeared before he got the chance.
Instead of going straight home, Seras reappeared in a dark forest over six hundred thousand kilometers away.
She let the bags she was holding drop to the ground as she clutched her head in agony.
She was spiraling.
But her focus wasn't on herself at the moment.
She was trying to stuff down her current emotional state so that her family wouldn't be tipped off about her agony.
"Don't be weak, don't be weak, don't be weak..."
She raised her fist above her own head and struck herself in the stomach.
Harsh blow after blow connected as she turned her own organs into a glorified soup.
Even when she was coughing blood, she didn't stop.
The sound of her fist striking her own stomach was so loud that it easily suffocated the underlying noise of her violent sobbing.
It is true that sex and love heal the bodies and souls of the group and gives them a period of refuge from the world.
But just like with mortals, it doesn't fix everything that's already broken inside.