Even in his own head, it sounded whiny, but he couldn't help it. Didn't he deserve to feel a little whiny? Parents lost, relatives who hated him, peop...e who only saw the scar that meant the Boy-Who's-Parents-Died, torn up in the press one day and put up on a pedestal the next, godfather dead, and finding out it was now either kill or be killed.Harry put his head on his knees and wept. He hadn't allowed himself to really weep since he was a small child in his cupboard, and it all came pouring. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”His eyes were feral, like a wild animal. There was no love there, no sentimentality, no romance. He wanted her cunt. He craved her body. He needed to use her to satisfy his own beastly appetite. And deep down, she knew that he would get off on fucking another man’s wife. He was that kind of man. A week ago that would have shocked her. But something about him tapped into her darkest desires, tapped into her inner slut, and she craved this more than she would ever. "Sir, your pardon, but that sword must be bound," one of the guards called upon seeing them approach.Gavin nodded and held his arm up to allow the soldier to tie a thick leather thong to the crosspiece of the sword and around the scabbard. He then affixed a wax seal to the knot from a red candle. As he stood, he said, "Looks like a fine weapon, sir." Gavin simply nodded and smiled.They walked on into the village and passed the stalls of the small daily market square. They then went into a large. I was surprised the next morning I woke to find her in gym clothes to start going to the gym. She told me she had to start getting out of the house, getting back in shape, and that this was a start. Wow.For the next few weeks she seemed to be better but again she didn't do much more than I had asked. I could see also that she didn't do much to make herself look pretty and attractive. She had started to let her hair go grey and without much style. Her nails also now looked plain. Her breasts.