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.
