In the late Summer of nineteen ninety-eight, in a world before Neo had entered 'The Matrix' and people still used pencils to correct the spooling of cassette tapes, Matthew Edwards took his wife, Julie, to bed. It was a lazy Sunday morning.
They had barely been up for an hour and had considered going to the gym, but Matthew was much more of the mood for horizontal exercise. His wife, six years his junior aged twenty-nine, was still only wearing a thin vest top through which her nipples announced their presence to the world and a pair of shorts that hugged her feminine hips and barely covered her bottom.
Matthew took her hand and guided her back to their bedroom. Julie followed eagerly and obediently. Once in the bedroom, they removed their limited clothing before Julie grabbed Matthew and they tumbled into their marriage bed. They had decided they would try to conceive their first child.
They kissed passionately and Julie could have felt millennia pass and never care as her beloved husband lay upon her and kissed her as she felt his appendage stiffening, swell and point with intent against her blossoming feminine gender. So aroused and enamoured was each lover, that foreplay was barely necessary and Julie bucked her hips towards Matthew's erection willing his entrance to her.
Matthew, needing no second invitation to mate with his woman. He pressed his engorged manhood forwards and his helmet was devoured hungrily by Julie's wanton sex. He thrust his hips forth and embedded his full length in his wife's sodden canal and made her feel primal as she moaned like so many women throughout history as they were penetrated by their mate.
Matthew and Julie rutted passionately. Their love and desire for one another poured into their embrace and enthusiastic sex. Matthew whispered sensual and erotic temptations into his wife's ear as she kissed his face greedily while she felt her husband's satisfying penis impale her and tempestuously ride her waves of passion and pleasure.
Before long, Matthew's orgasm heralded its arrival.
"Yesssssssss," Julie moaned gutturally as she felt her beloved near his climax and she gripped his buttocks and pulled him as deep as possible into her mating hole.
Matthew ejaculated and his voice involuntarily ejaculated from him. His semen erupted from his penis and poured into his wife's loving body. Matthew's penis throbbing and pulsing sent Julie over the edge and she purred and gasped in her own orgasm as Matthew's seed gushed like a torrent towards her uterus.
As they lay in the post-orgasm malaise, Matthew's tadpole soldiers raced towards Julie's egg, ripe to be fertilised. Over the next day, Julie became pregnant, and on twenty-ninth May nineteen ninety-nine, Julie gave birth to their first child. She was a beautiful baby girl who would go on to exceed all their hopes and dreams for their child and become so much more than they ever knew.
Fast forward twenty-two years and that baby girl, Jessica Edwards, had grown into a quiet, intelligent, beautiful, morally strong young woman, a great professional soccer player and an infamous superheroine, The Lioness.
For Jessica Edwards, life was good. No, life was great. Professionally she was successful and highly thought of. The professional soccer club she played for, Seattle Reign, were defending league champions and were again at the top of the league. Her alter ego, The Lioness, was a mysterious, yet popular figure in her home city of Seattle, Washington and her reputation in this instantaneous world of social media was growing rapidly further afield. Headlines like 'Seattle Saviour', 'Real Life Superhero' and 'Incredible Lioness' were becoming more and more common around the world.
Yet she was unfulfilled, lacking love, partnership and passion from her life. She was still a virgin but her natural urges were growing stronger. Her body may have been enhanced thanks to nanite technology, giving her incredible strength, speed, intelligence and X-Ray vision in her right eye, but her body was still subject to the same natural instincts as all other animals.
She had recently been the unintentional witness of an anonymous couple's public sexual passions and this had only stoked the fire in her loins. She had awoken one night soon after in a pair of sodden knickers and realised she had been dry-humping her pillow, which she had manoeuvred between her legs in her sleep.
On this day, however, her erotic desires had to be pushed to the back of her mind. Jessica was The Lioness today. After hearing police sirens screaming down the street adjacent to her, she had hidden in an alley and dismissed her clothes revealing The Lioness' gold, kevlar-lined suit.
She leapt across rooftops to the next street like a gazelle in the savannah. When she was above the police cars, which had now stopped outside of an office block, her immaculate super-powered hearing let her in on the situation.
"Three hostages," a street police officer was informing two Detective Inspectors, "We believe armed but not heavily. They have been in control of the building for approximately twenty minutes. No demands made and the only communication is that they are seeking political asylum for two Colombian prisoners."
"How many of them are there?" asked one of the Detective Inspectors.
"Either four or five, but that remains unconfirmed, sir."
"Okay, thanks, son. Make sure this street is cordoned off. No non-emergency personnel, cordon manned at all times and I need three officers for the door here."
"Consider it done, sir."
And with that, the officer jogged away.
Lioness watched the movement avidly. She considered the situation. She needed to get inside but had to assess her action plan first. From here across the street though, her X-ray right eye couldn't see far enough inside the building and she couldn't see any of the antagonists.
'I need to get on that roof,' Lioness thought to herself.
She jogged back to the far edge of her current perch and ran. She accelerated rapidly and leapt off the edge of the roof. The air whistled and whipped past her hood-covered face as she bulleted through the air. She comfortably cleared the urban ravine and on the opposite roof planted her hands and rolled through her landing like a time-served ninja.
She made her way inside the roof door carefully, scanning her surroundings and using her X-Ray eye to see down the stairwell. It was all clear. She climbed down several flights sliently, checking all the way. She could feel her heart rate increasing with each step, but she was confident and focussed.
Eventually, she came to a door with a tall male standing behind it. She X-Rayed him thoroughly. The officer from outside hadn't been wrong when he had claimed them to be lightly armed. The man on the other side of the door held one small firearm and what appeared to be a walkie-talkie.
She considered her options. She needed to incapacitate him, but do so as quietly as possible. She could open the door swiftly and knock him over before attacking, but he could make enough noise in that time to alert others to her presence. Lioness crafted a plan.
She clicked fingers twice. Sure enough, the tall man turned and looked at the door. He turned back.
Lioness clicked her fingers once more. The man stepped back from the door and studied it. Lioness could see his heart accelerating its rhythm. He cocked his gun. Perfect. Lioness crouched next to the door and watched as the tall man slowly opened it.
When the door was just open far enough, Lioness thrust her foot up rapidly and caught the man perfectly right under his chin. He was unconscious immediately. He began to fall backwards but Lioness grabbed his shirt to stop him hitting the ground and making any noise.
