No, time for some doubts

I yank my fingers out of Amelia's pussy and turn around, facing Faith. "So you want to be ****. Your fetish? Curious."

"No, coach." Faith's lips tremble. "I just... I... I always found you attractive even before you were granted the power of **** at will", the shades of red on Faith's face reminds me that she is a shy girl well outside her comfort zone.

I step closer and ask in almost a whisper "So you want to be **** by ME specifically?" I grin, basking in her embarrassment.

"No, coach... I don't. I am afraid of pain... I... I..." her lips continue trembling as she tries to find the words under my predatory gaze.

"You what?" I ask when our faces are inches apart, my smirk growing.

"I want to be your girlfriend!" She blurts out turning away from me. "Always wanted..." she adds almost inaudibly.

I freeze for few seconds... If I knew... If I knew many things would be so different. Perhaps I wouldn't even use my gift and go into the rabbit hole of **** my students. But I am in it and I am enjoying every bit of it.

"I see" I managed to say eventually. "Well, I am satiated for now so you have nothing to worry about right now," I add a small lie. Just seconds before I intended to have some additional fun but this sudden confession threw me out of the mood for a fucking spree. "Amelia could benefit from some comforting now, take her to the showers."

"Of course coach." Faith nods. She then adds "Coach, no sexually healthy man would resist such power for long, you shouldn't feel bad."

"I don't feel bad. I enjoy it." I say not sounding entirely confident even to myself. Then I proceed to put my pants on while Faith helps Amelia to get up from my desk. The huge breasts of the ravaged girl are bright red from all the friction against the wooden surface. I was way rougher than Amelia deserved.

I leave the girls alone thinking about how quickly I went to... what I am now. If Jenna was the product of anger and my first adventure with Amelia was a mischievous game and powerplay. What happened a few minutes ago was a sadistic pleasure I didn't even know I was capable of. I completely lost control and became an animal, savoring every second of my animalistic lustful rampage.

I spend the rest of the day and a sleepless night thinking about what to do next. Part of me wants to never repeat the actions of the last few days but another part... As Faith said. No man can resist such power for long. This is my new reality and perhaps I just have to accept it.

The morning comes, and it is time to go to work but I am not sure I want to go back straight to those temptations.