Leaving Scarlet's appartment

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I lost track of time...I am also unable to say how many times I made love with Scarlet, or more specifically, with her body. My strange and overwhelming addiction to sex, or feeling orgasms every so often, was making me see women, and men, as little more than objects to satisfy my desire, my addiction. To make my dick get erect and explode in a frenzy of cum and pleasure. I stroked and lusted and enjoyed their bodies as much as they did mine. Over and over and over and over again. But they were just that. Bodies, not people.

After penetrating her for the umpteenth time, I finally got up from Scarlet's bed. She was stark naked on the sheets. Her smooth skin glistened from the light sweat that covered her after all the sexual exertion. Like my own body. Her sculpted body, her huge tits, made my manhood react again. Despite everything, all that sexual encounter had not been enough to satiate my unbridled libido, but my incredible strength and superhuman endurance. It had been a nice, pleasurable way to drain my superior strength from my upper body, but, for a few hours, I would be nothing more than a normal human with a muscular body.

Completely naked, I looked out the large window of her apartment, watching the sunset fall over the city. The sun was pouring down on my overdeveloped muscles, on my penis, again fully erect between my thighs. Behind me, I listened as my lover of a single evening moaned faintly in pleasure on the damp sheets. The pungent smell of sex permeated the entire furnishings of her bedroom.

I had to patrol the city...I had to patrol the city even in my state of "humanity". At least Delilah hadn't taken that away from me, my sense of responsibility. She had only taken away my self-control in matters of sex and pleasure.

I must have spent a few minutes in front of the window, abstracted, watching the sunset, feeling the evening breeze caress my sweaty body because I didn't hear Scarlet get up from the bed-"Honey, are you leaving already?" she said in her soft voice.

I let my imagination run wild. As weak as I was....wouldn't it all have been Scarlet's trap? Seducing me with her body until she drained my power so she could kill me easily? Was Scarlet another Delilah sent to kill Samson?

I kept imagining.

I imagined turning around to see my lethal mistress, stark naked, wielding a pistol with a silencer.

I imagined Scarlet shooting me once in the chest. The noise of the gun was stifled by the silencer. Her, with a smirk of triumph.

I imagined looking at her with a shocked expression on my face as I fell to my knees in front of her. Naked. With my dick erect.

I imagined her slowly approaching me and resting her free hand on the back of my neck, caressing it, gently pushing it against her abdomen, in front of her wet womanhood.

I imagined feeling on my face as she masturbated to my agony, as her body shuddered with pleasure and victory as she defeated that alpha man....to me.

I imagined how after all that, she pushed me to the ground with his bare left foot on my chest. Then, sliding it down my chiseled abs, her fingers got to play with my big scrotum, with my big, erect penis.

And at the end, after imagining myself having an orgasm from it all, I imagined how, with a wicked grin, Scarlet emptied the pistol's magazine over my helpless, aroused body...

"Honey, are you leaving already?" Scarlet repeated once more.

I turned around and saw her in front of me, naked. But there was no weapon in her hands. Just a slight expression of sadness that our thing was over.

"Can't you stay a little longer?" she said longingly, coming closer to me, showing me her magnificent body in all its splendor, her big, firm tits. Deadlier weapons than a pistol with a silencer.

"Yes..." I said sadly as I gently caressed her cheek and kissed her lips one last time as I brought my muscular torso closer so that my defined pecs could feel the warmth and tenderness of her chest one last time.

Finally, still with a horse erection between my legs, I managed to put my attire back on and fly out the window without looking back, though I felt Scarlet's gaze on my back.

It was almost dark now and I was to continue patrolling the city before returning to the Project. I just hoped I was lucky enough that nothing extraordinary happened...or nothing that my dwindling strength couldn't solve. And, despite trying to concentrate on my task, I kept imagining. On every rooftop, in every window, lurked a sniper who, knowing my weakness, was waiting for the right moment to use his rifle.

However, there was no sniper. But it was not going to be an uneventful patrol either. In the distance, at the top of the Global Trade Building, I saw a fleeting but blinding bluish flash. As I wondered what that might have been, another flash lit up the place.

Without hesitation, I flew towards the site...while hundreds, thousands of snipers were waiting for the right moment to shoot me. ....