Life is been rough. Between my job getting demanding, keeping myself from living in filth, and other obligations...
Then there was this chapter. Which kept getting harder, and longer, and...thicker.
After this I am going to be taking two weeks off.
So Thix will likely return in about four weeks. That's not to say I won't be working on it in other ways.
This is nowhere near the end of the story of Thix. Rather, it's just the beginning.
I also want to once more thank everyone still reading. Fills my heart with joy.
Anyway! Here is the chapter seven.
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"What are you doing to me?"
The words slurred out of Thix's lips as she stared blankly into a corner of the washroom's ceiling.
"Cleaning your hair?"
"No. Don't trouble about it."
She hadn't really needed to ask the question. It had been more for herself than for him. Thix knew what he was doing to her. He was ruining her. In all her life, she'd never even fantasized about luxury like this. Not just the surroundings, or the things, but the treatment. She found herself resisting it less and less, and it worried Thix just a little. Thankfully, it was hard even to fret about it at the moment.
It was just too perfect. Everything. Her body soaking neck deep in the tub of steaming water, the soothing fragrance of oils mixed into the bath, and Gerard as her comfortable seat while he massaged her scalp. The only reason Thix hadn't yet fallen asleep was the cold shower Gerard had shoved the both of them into beforehand. Well, perhaps that and the swollen length of Gerard's cock against her buttocks.
Up, and down. Back, and forth. Thix lazily rotated her hips, grinding his hard rod into and against her flesh. She especially liked the pressure of him against her tailbone, squeezing between her cheeks. Gerard's chest rose and fell beneath her in a sigh, his cupped hands pouring hot water through her hair.
"Already, Thix?"
A lazy grin stretched her mouth.
"You feel good."
To her surprise she was lifted upwards, the tide of water receding past her chest. Gerard shifted beneath her, and as she began to sink once more into the bath, Thix felt his hard shaft upon her mound. Gerard closed his legs around hers so that her plush thighs were squeezed around his cock. Unable to stop herself Thix groaned, hands struggling to find a place they belonged. They eventually settled on his forearm where he'd wrapped it around her body. Gerard's hips slowly rose and fell, his manhood rubbing against her.
"Had enough relaxing then?" Gerard whispered in her ear.
Thix's grip tightened on his arm, eyes widening from their half-lidded daze. This was it. Once they went back to bed... she was scared, but yes, she wanted this. She didn't have it in her to speak. The best she could manage was a timid nodding of her head.
"Oh? Are you certain?"
More emphatically Thix nodded, her heart thumped harder in her chest and there was a fluttering in her stomach. The bath had been a good idea, at least her muscles were relaxed. She jumped a little when Gerard whispered in her other ear.
"Before we start, I'd like to ask you something. Alright?"
She took a shuddering breath before answering.
"Yes."
The rocking of his hips stopped. The silence of the room growing until it felt almost a physical thing.
"How do you want it? Slow and gentle? Or hard?"
Without meaning to, Thix let out a huff of exasperation. How should she know one way or another? Why was he even asking her? She didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about anything at all really.
"Gerard. How do you want it? You have been very nice with me. Want for yourself a little."
"It's not my first time."
Thix definitely didn't want to think about that.
"Gerard. You gave me a word I can use if I need. Must I ask you again, why?"
He answered only with an odd grunt of consideration. Gerard's leg stretched out beneath her, and then the tub began to drain. The air of the room was cool on her naked skin, but she was warmed by his body. Thix looked down to where his twitching cock still jutted out from between her thighs.
"No. I understand."
Gerard's arm clenched tighter around Thix's midsection and suddenly she was being lifted up with him as he stood. Her stomach quivered beneath the tight bar of muscle and bone holding her body against his, with the slightest bit of her weight resting upon his manhood right where she was most sensitive. It did hurt just a little. The way he was squeezing so tightly against her stomach was uncomfortable and made it hard to breathe, but beneath that was again that frightening satisfaction. How he was able to just pick her up and move her about however he saw fit. It made her feel... she wasn't quite sure how, but good.
Very good.
Gerard swung one leg over the edge of the tub, and the motion caused her to sway and to rub her sex upon his shaft. The moan Thix tried to let out was more of a strained hiss as his grip tightened even more to prevent her from falling or slipping. Then the other leg. Thix watched bleary eyed and half-panicked as he grabbed one of the odd fuzzy cloths with his free arm and carried her back into their room.
Each step. Each step jostled her body and sent little jolts through her core. Her own weight swinging back and forth sawed her against him where their intimate parts were joined. They passed the bed. Instead arriving at one of the odd pieces of furniture that sat close to the fire. Halfway between a chair and a cushioned bench. Thix was at a perfect height to rest her feet upon it with him still holding her. Only when she could stand on her own did Gerard let her go.
Wordlessly he took her shoulders, pushing her down onto her hands and knees while Thix scrabbled to get her balance on the seat. Then he began to dry her, running the cloth meticulously over her body with both hands. The nearby flames further toasting and drying her naked skin.
"You're very small."
He brought the towel beneath her, massaging her hanging breasts in a brusque and possessive way that made Thix's skin prickle and her back arch.
"And yet, there is so much of you."
Lower, around her thighs and up again until the dew from the bath was gone. Gerard threw the cloth aside. Both of his hands roamed greedily over her body. All of her. Her feet. Ankles. Legs. Thighs. Hips. Buttocks. Waist. Breasts. Shoulders. Neck. Everywhere. From the bottom to the top, he seemed almost to be exploring her again as he had before. This time without restraint. He squeezed and kneaded because it pleased him to do so.
"So much to hold, and to touch..."
His fingers once more stroked and caressed the tender lips of her sex. Thix buried her face against the cushion beneath her, overwhelmed and self-conscious. It was so silly, considering what they'd done so far but she just felt so exposed to him this way. At his mercy. Thix whimpered as she felt him parting her, coating his fingers with slippery juices. Then he was gone.
Thix's head jerked upward at the impact and searing pain upon her upturned butt, and the accompanying explosion of sound that assaulted her ears. The instant she did so Gerard took hold of her chin, and before she had a moment to protest, she felt his moist hot lips around the edge of her ear. The edge of his teeth just barely sinking into skin that had never felt so sensitive or vulnerable.
A strangled squeak escaped Thix's throat as her eyes went wide, darting around without seeing. His other hand still rested on her ass where her flesh burned from the sudden slap, then her attention was drawn away from that by the massaging of her neck and jaw by his strong hand, and then again away by the slow sinking in of his teeth. Her whole body twisting and trembling from the flood of sensations.
Just like that, he released his hold of her neck, and instead began peppering soft lazy kisses upon one ear and then the other.
"Don't hide your face. I want to see you."
Hadn't he seen enough of her? That was the ultimate exposure though, her expression plain to read if he so chose. Thix adjusted her weight upon her forearms which were already feeling weak and cheeks pulsing with heat kept her head up and her gaze down.
