"I said you could sit up, not get up." Her voice was breathless even to her own ears as she got a good look at him, naked as the day he was born, testing the support of his newly healed leg. She moved around the bed to stand in front of him should he need her help - at least that's what she told herself she was doing. She didn't really want a better look at the marvelous male flesh revealed so enticingly before her. Did she?

Angela had seen naked men a few times before in her role as healer, but the men of the colony didn't look like this! This male was totally out of her experience. Ruggedly handsome and muscled in a way that made her mouth water, this male was like those in the storycubes from beforetimes. He was magnificent.

"It feels good as new," he put his weight on the leg that had been broken and smiled at her. There was a twinkle in his eye she had never seen before in any male. It appealed to her on some basic level with which she was altogether unfamiliar. "Thank you, sweetheart."

He leaned in, impossibly closer, until his warm lips settled over hers. Her eyebrows went up in alarm as he pulled her in with his big hands. Her palms rested against a warm, muscular, naked chest, his hardening cock poking against her thighs through the thin fabric of her dress.

He was becoming aroused! And he was kissing her like she'd never been kissed before. It felt like he put his soul into it, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth and slipping in as she gasped. The gasp was from the action of his mobile hands, one cupping her ass and pressing her firmly against his erection, the other slipping between their bodies to cup her breast.

"Little Angel, do you feel what you do to me?" His lips nibbled her jaw, lingering at her ear and biting the fleshy lobe just enough to make her squeak. Then he buried his mouth in her neck, his tongue laving her skin as if she were a sweet treat.

Both of his hands kneaded her ass, pulling her into his hardness with a rhythm she followed almost helplessly. He felt so good!

"Are all the Sons of Amber as randy as you, Ezekiel?"

A woman's commanding voice came from the doorway, breaking through the sensual spell. Zeke pulled back but he just could not let go of the petite bundle in his arms. He merely looked to the door where the leader of this little enclave waited, an indulgent and slightly amused expression on her lovely features.

"Yes, ma'am." He winked. "Especially when in such lovely company."

His angel blushed, delighting him. He felt so drawn to this one lovely little woman, it amazed him. Never before had he felt such an immediate, soul-deep attraction for a particular female, and he had bedded thousands since he was grown enough to do so. First he'd been clinically taught how to pleasure a woman by the female doctors and scientists in Dr. Amber Waithe's facility. His performance had been graded, his semen collected and tested repeatedly for viability. He'd had no real youth. Accelerated growth in the incubators meant he had come to consciousness in early adolescence, just as his reproductive organs stirred to life.

Dr. Amber had overseen his progress, along with her team. They were all female and each of them had taught him and his brothers a thing or two about how to please a woman, in their own way. By the time he was ready for his duties outside the lab, he had fucked most of the women there for training purposes and some just because they wanted a male between their thighs. Sex was never in short supply for him, either at the lab or since he'd left there to assume his duties with the defense forces.

It was part of his duty to bed willing females, as well as producing sperm deposits at regular intervals so females from many different human planets and colonies could be impregnated with his or any of his brother's sperm whenever they wished. He didn't know exactly how many children he had fathered by now, but Amber and her scientists kept meticulous track. He knew there were probably hundreds, if not thousands of little boys running around the various human worlds with his DNA by now and the thought gave him solace.

Something of him would live on to help humanity survive. At least in this way, his life up to this point had some meaning. Still, in the dark of night, something about his life bothered him, leaving him unfulfilled. He had come to realize that something was missing but he wasn't exactly sure what it was. The old storycubes he'd seen from beforetimes showed a much different existence than the one he was living now, where one man and one woman would live their lives together in partnership, and... love.

He'd never felt love, and it was something he wanted to experience at least once before his Risker's nature led to one risk too many. He looked down at the gentle creature still held tight in his embrace and realized that if he could experience love, he would want to try it with someone exactly like this little angel. Perhaps he could make her love him, he thought, though he hadn't a clue how to go about it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" his angel whispered, her dewy eyes staring up at him.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever beheld."

Her eyes melted and her lips went soft with desire. He would have claimed yet another kiss from her at that moment, but the Mother cleared her throat rather loudly, reminding them both of her presence. How could he have forgotten she was there?

Zeke turned to face the woman in the doorway, keeping Angela in his arms, shifting her slightly in front of him. Somehow he didn't want to let her go. His hard length pressed between the cheeks of her ass, with only the thin barrier of her dress between them, as if it had found its home

"Mother Rachel, I--" Angela didn't struggle in his arms, which he found intensely gratifying for some reason, but he could tell by the rising flush on the delicate skin of her neck and the heat of her cheek against his hand that she was embarrassed.