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.