Warm hands stroked her shoulders, touched her shoulder blades, and Penny was glad that Ethan could think like herself. In this position, his seemed even larger, and Penny's position was even more vulnerable. Some part of her wanted to turn away, or at least close her eyes, but Penny couldn't take her eyes off Ethan's face. She sank lower and lower, slowly, trying to ignore the discomfort, and watched Ethan's eyes flood with excitement, how her soft, full lips opened sensually. His whole body was still, he really let Penny move as she wanted, and he would probably have put up with it even if Penny had decided to move away and go to bed here. The realization of this was intoxicating, turning Penny in jelly, into a stupid spineless creature - her spine was replaced by hugging arms, like an insect's shell.
"Lord. Penny stooped to the end, covering Ethan's mouth with her lips, feeling with pleasure the shiver and heavy breathing running through his strong body.
Ethan lifted Penny up and then lowered him down again, his hips twitching and Penny was gone. She shrunk, turning into a tool for Ethan to achieve pleasure, obeying his every move. Come on, make you feel good, do I want anything else? Penny threw her head back, feeling the touch of her lips on her neck, and then turned back to Ethan so as not to miss a single second of pleasure in the depths of his pupils. Perhaps Penny would have allowed herself to be killed now if Ethan had wanted to.
The realization of this made her moan, shrink at Ethan, and sob. His hand habitually - already habitually - covered the lower abdomen, slid down, making its way with his fingers to the place where they joined, lightly stroked, and the body responded with a powerful discharge of pleasure, like a lightning strike. Penny shuddered, arched, and seemed to, lightly and artlessly, feeling the deep thrusts inside.
The strong body in her arms shuddered, the grip of her hands became painful, and Ethan's movements became uncontrollable and rough. With a groan, he followed Penny, and then they sat motionless for a long time, breathing heavily and looking at each other, their foreheads touching.
Ethan's lips touched Penny's chin, slid to her cheekbone, bit her earlobe.
"You smell like flowers," Ethan gasped, squeezing her even harder. "Like from a flower bed. I had one growing under the house where I lived when I was little. I'm going crazy. I pass by you and seem to be in paradise every time. Now it is especially strong. And last night, too.
Penny sighed and stroked Ethan's hair. She had heard so much from the commissars while living in a common tent, but no one mentioned the smell of flowers. It is unlikely that she would have lived to see this day if she had been so different from humans so much. Ethan's fingers ran lightly over his shoulder blades and touched the scars.
"Does it hurt?"
"No," Penny lied. "It never hurt. I don't feel them. And I never did.
Her hands slid down her back, and then her right hand stroked Penny's stomach and lay on her pubis.
"I want to get you dirty." Or bite," Ethan said thoughtlessly. "To mark, to make it your own." I want to put on a ring for you and give you my last name. So that you smell like me, feel like mine and everyone knows it. So that no one dares to touch you.
Stupid Ethan. People don't marry angels. In fact, people use them for their own purposes and kill them.
The Church will not understand this, never would have understood.
"I'm yours anyway," Penny said, and pulled away a little. "We'll stick together if we continue to sit like this. She blushed. "Because of your seed."
Ethan nodded. He carefully laid Penny on his sleeping bag and went to get the already familiar pack of napkins. Perhaps Penny could only because Ethan was wiping her. Slowly, carefully and very gently, as if there is no more important occupation, as if there is no more valuable thing.
"Do you miss that?" Penny asked, burying herself in Ethan's armpit as he finished and lay down next to him. A heavy hand wrapped around her shoulders and ran along her spine.
"For what?"
"In that place. Where you grew up.
"No," Ethan said slowly. "There's nothing left of it. Dragon.
"I thought they were gone a long time ago.
"That was the last one. Ethan was silent, continuing to stroke Penny's back. "Sometimes it seems to me that I could take root in the city, where, in a good way, I belong. But then I remember how many creatures walk the earth, and I can't. Do you understand me?
— No, I don't. I have never seen another life. And I didn't see the city.
"I'd like you to live there." You'd love it," Ethan chuckled. "There are wide streets and you can walk without hiding. High walls and air are guarded by drones. It is safe there and the police are working in case a restless soul, brownie or other small thing appears. You can live in peace.
"I like it now," Penny said, hiding deeper into Ethan's armpit.
"Where would you like to go?" Ethan asked, unusually talkative.
"What do you mean?" Penny carefully peeked out of her hiding place.
"Is there a place you miss?" Where would I like to be right now, if I could?
Stupid Ethan.
"I'm feeling good now.
"I think of the sea sometimes," Ethan said after a pause. "I've never been there, but I think it's beautiful there.