The secret Cadmus facility was a labyrinth of shadows and steel, buried deep beneath the earth where no light dared to linger. Wonder Woman, Diana of Themyscira, strode through the underground cell block with the kind of unyielding confidence that could make even the most fortified walls tremble. Her crimson boots echoed sharply against the cold concrete, each step a declaration of her presence. The dim fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across her iconic armor as she navigated the maze of corridors, her destination clear: the cell of a mysterious clone rumored to be as dangerous as he was enigmatic.
She stopped at a metal table just outside the designated cell, her piercing blue eyes scanning a manila folder labeled "Kevin Smith - Clone of Zod." Her fingers traced the edge of the file as she absorbed the details—superhuman strength, heightened aggression, a danger level marked in bold red as "Extreme." Her brow furrowed, a mix of curiosity and caution dancing across her features. Whoever this Kevin was, he was no ordinary prisoner. And Diana was not one to back down from a challenge.
Peering through the reinforced glass of the cell, she caught her first glimpse of him. Kevin paced like a caged beast, his rugged frame taut with tension, muscles rippling beneath a tattered gray jumpsuit. His intense gaze burned with something primal, something that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine—not of fear, but of intrigue. His dark hair was mussed, his jaw set hard, and even in confinement, he exuded a raw, untamed energy that was as unsettling as it was magnetic.
With a deep breath, Diana punched in the access code, the heavy door hissing as it slid open. She stepped inside, her posture commanding, her presence filling the small, sterile space. “Hello, Kevin,” she said, her voice firm and resonant, cutting through the silence like a blade. “I’m here to see if you can be trusted to leave this cage.”
Kevin stopped pacing mid-step, his head snapping toward her. A slow, sly smirk curled his lips as he leaned casually against the concrete wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “No one’s getting hurt as long as I’m left alone,” he replied, his voice gruff and gravelly, laced with a defiance that matched his wild aura. Then, his eyes widened in sudden recognition, raking over her form with unabashed appreciation. “Wait a damn minute. You’re Wonder Woman!”
Before she could respond, something unexpected happened. Kevin’s body tensed, a low groan escaping his throat, and in a shocking, uncontrollable moment, he released himself—right onto her chest. The warm mess splattered across her iconic breastplate, dripping down the golden eagle emblem. Diana froze, her expression a storm of disbelief and irritation as the sticky heat seeped into the edges of her armor.
With a sharp flick of her wrist, she wiped at the mess, her voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. “That better have been an accident, you overzealous pup. Because if it wasn’t, I’ll tie you up with my lasso and make you wish you’d never been cloned.”
Kevin’s face flushed a deep crimson, his hands shooting up in a frantic gesture of surrender. “I-I’m sorry! I swear, I didn’t mean to—damn it, it just… happens sometimes. I can’t control it!” He stumbled over his words, his gaze darting away from her piercing stare, clearly torn between embarrassment and the raw, unfiltered desire still simmering in his eyes.
Diana narrowed her gaze, crossing her arms over her chest, unimpressed but attentive. “What happened to you? Why are you here?” she demanded, her tone sharp enough to cut through steel. She wasn’t about to let a little mess—or a lot of it—derail her mission.
Kevin’s shoulders slumped slightly, his voice dropping to a low, bitter growl as he leaned back against the wall. “Cadmus. That’s what happened. They made me from Zod’s blood after Superman’s big showdown. Thought they could weaponize me, control me. Then they went and modified me—gave me… dual anatomy, they called it. For breeding purposes.” His jaw clenched, a flicker of shame crossing his face before he masked it with a forced shrug. “Guess they figured I’d be more useful as a stud than a soldier.”
Diana’s eyes flicked to the corner of the cell where a small stack of magazines sat, dog-eared and worn. Kevin gestured toward them casually. “The guards used to sneak me those. Helped pass the time, you know?” Her curiosity piqued, she stepped closer, picking up the top magazine. Her jaw tightened as she saw the cover—a pin-up of herself in full costume, the pages stained with evidence of his… enthusiasm.
Holding it up between two fingers as if it were a contaminated artifact, she fixed him with a look that was equal parts disgust and dark amusement. “Really, me? You’ve got some nerve, you horny little gremlin.”
Kevin grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck, completely unapologetic. “Can you blame a man? You’re one of the hottest women on Earth. That booty, those tits—damn near mythical. I’ve been locked up with nothing but my imagination and a few glossy pages. Seeing you in the flesh? It’s a miracle I didn’t combust on the spot.”
Diana opened her mouth to fire back a retort, but before she could, Kevin’s body betrayed him again. This time, both appendages acted in unison, a dual eruption that splattered across her face. She flinched, her hand swiping at the mess with a frustrated growl, her glare sharp enough to melt steel. “By the gods, Kevin,” she snapped through gritted teeth, “I’m going to help you, but you’ve got to get a grip—literally and figuratively.”
Stepping closer, she loomed over him, her presence an unyielding force of authority and exasperation. Her voice dropped to a low, commanding tone, each word laced with a promise of control. “You’re a mess, clone or not. But I’ve faced worse than an overeager pup with no self-discipline. So listen up—I’m in charge here. You want out of this cage? You play by my rules. Understood?”
Kevin swallowed hard, his smirk fading under the weight of her gaze, though a spark of defiance—and undeniable attraction—still burned in his eyes. “Understood, Princess,” he murmured, his voice rough but tinged with reluctant respect. “But I’m warning you… keeping me in line might be the hardest mission you’ve ever taken on.”
Diana’s lips twitched, a ghost of a smile playing at the edges of her stern expression. “Oh, I thrive on challenges, Kevin. And trust me—I always win.” With that, she turned on her heel, leaving him to stew in his cell, her mind already racing with plans to tame the untamable. This clone of Zod was a wildfire, chaotic and dangerous. But Diana of Themyscira was a storm—and no fire could withstand her fury.
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga — or write a steamy tale starring you.