You're a grown man and shouldn't feel ashamed if you want to do this. He thought to himself, his hand brushing against the swollen tip just enough to make his own need feel all the worse. His mind couldn't think straight as it wanted to imagine himself with a beautiful witch, but he felt torn between the woman he loved and let die alongside his childhood bully, or the woman who loved him and died alongside said bully's best friend. That thought should have been like pouring ice water over his libido, but he was as randy as he was in his fifth year in the dungeons as he found his hand clasped around his turgid cock and squeezing firmly as his face was buried in the pillow. Just get it over with so you can get some bloody sleep.