Mara was the only human I had ever known. She had raised me since I was an infant, only ten herself at the time I was created. Her mentor and father had been a scientist bent on saving the cherub species.
After God was killed, my kind died along with him. Along with feeling the deepest love, cherubs also felt unbearable sadness. When their father, God, died they couldn't bear the pain. From what Mara has told me, each and every cherub sacrificed their soul trying to revive God, unable to imagine life without him. Thousands died that day. Their souls went to waste, God was not able to be revived like a mere mortal. He lived eternally and died eternally.
Using the stem cells of a dead cherub, my creator genetically engineered my zygote, which grew into an embryo then into me. All that was needed was a soul. He sacrificed his own to bring me into existence, so dedicated to his work it was more important than living.
As a child, I doted on Mara who couldn't be more different from myself. While I was bubbly, caring, chubby, and short (barely 4 feet tall), Mara was curt, cold, muscular and tall (over 6 feet).
As I sat in our courtyard full of overgrown roses daydreaming about romance beyond our barrier Mara loomed over me. I jumped falling onto a thorny rose bush. Mara laughed deeply at my clumsy squeak and lifted me up off of the thorns into her burly arms.
"I swear you're just a plushy little pin cushion."
"Not the kind of pinning I want," I said under my breath. Mara ignored me like she always did when showed my sexual self.
Her small breast rested under my chubby cheek. I felt her pectoral muscles tense from holding me in her arms. I blushed at our position and her teasing. I'd been yearning to be held. As a cherub all I wanted was to love and be loved. Our job when God was around was to make beings fall in love, and provide love for the mistreated abused and lonely. Apparently, Gods' love filled us to the brim so that my kind could just give and give. Without God, I felt the constant want for more love and Mara was not the most tender.
I didn't try and struggle out of her arms, despite being bashful. Instead I nuzzled in.
"Ok tiger let's go clean you up."
The back of my silk peach dress was covered in dead rose bush leaves. I had scratches that were already healing, the blood stayed on my half healed skin. Mara tried to set me down to walk, which I was perfectly capable of doing. I clung tighter to her neck stubbornly.
"No no no!" I exclaim wide eyed. "I'm barefoot! I'll get dirty!"
I stick a leg up showing her my small dirty feet, the soles brown from walking outside all morning.
"HA" she replies."if you're trying to convince me that your feet will get dirtier by walking it's not working."
She gently lowered me, crouching so my feet could touch the floor. As we walked towards the small fortress, I reached for her hand. Although it was rare for Mara to initiate affection she has become accustomed to accepting mine. As she took my hand, she looked at me and saw I was pouting at being set down.
"Ok, fine dirty girl, I can't have you ruining the floors with your disgusting feet." Once again I get lifted higher than I can reach on my tiptoes. I'm carried through the huge doors of our small fortress to a bath she had the forethought to draw.
Expecting me to undress, she respectfully turned away and gracefully undid her tunic stepping out of the pile on the floor. My heart started beating fast and a knot tied in my throat. We hadn't bathed together since I came of age at 25. Cherubs develop much slower than humans and I had only recently started thinking about Mara in a way other than my caretaker and friend.
I was frozen in space as I stared at her muscular, long back and broad shoulders. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders softly as she removed the pin holding her hair in a bun. I couldn't tell if I was sweating with nervousness or if the hot steam from the large tiled tub was beading on my skin.
Mara's legs had brown hair over them that looked soft and masculine. Her weight fell on one leg causing the muscles in her calf to be exaggerated. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander to her massive thick thighs and then to her small perfectly toned arse.
She turned to look at me, her hair falling onto her back, reaching beneath her beautiful behind. I was startled and my already weak knees give out causing me to plop my bottom onto the floor, my legs bent beside me in a dopey display. Mara raised her eyebrows and smirked mocking me for my fall.
"You haven't gotten very far have you." She pointed at my fully clothed body and walked towards me, swaying, her small breasts now facing me. My eyes lowered to her large dark nipples.
"U-um" I stutter, at a loss for words. "I suppose I h-haven't." My arm's reach for the ribbon that needed to be untied behind my back but my short fingers barely graze it.
"Here," Mara said while she put her hands (twice the size of mine) on my shoulders guiding my body to turn.
She undid the tie to my dress and it fell off my small waist onto my relatively large hips. My small round wings fluttered at her touch as she tucked her thumbs in-between the peach fabric and my porcelain skin to tug the silk over my arse leaving me just as nude as her. Her hands lingered on my hips but she soon turned away and submerged herself in the large tiled circular pool of heated water. She took a seat across from where I was standing and beaconed me in with a head nod. I could feel her eyes scanning my body and it made my hands and wings flutter with excitement. I wondered if she liked my pale chubby angelic body.
My peach blond hair fell in ringlets on my shoulders. My eyelashes were so long they caught dew drops on top of my large light green doe eyes. I had a tiny frame. My waist, 28 inches and my large breasts and thighs contrasted with the smallness of the rest of me. My cheeks and tummy were chunky. I was virtually hairless with a bit of peach fuzz here and there. My pussy followed suit.
I could feel myself moisten, thinking about Maras' gaze on me. I sauntered to the water, swaying my hips seductively. I was so nervous but I craved her attention badly. I hoped she noticed the bounce of my large breasts with every step, the shine of steam on my soft skin highlighting my shapely body.
She bit her lip, awkwardly averting her gaze. I'd been raised by her. I was a decade younger, I thought, panicked as I lowered my body into the pool. I'd probably been making her attraction to me up in my head. I'd just been feeling so love crazy and horny since coming of age and I suppose she was the only one around I could project that onto. These negative thoughts didn't stop me from wanting her.
My chest heaved in a sigh rising and falling above the pool. Both from the relaxation of the water and my sexual frustration. Like she did when I was a child, Mara came over to me with a soapy washrag.
"You're a spoiled little pin cushion today aren't you." She looked up at me through her jet black lashes.
My face was red. "Yes, t-thank you." Though she had always served me like I was a princess, she embodied such power and did not let me emasculate her.
"Why are you shaking like a leaf?"
