The dog at Xu Feng's back rubbed himself against silver haired ger, as his breath hitched. The sword was long and curved up against his lower back. The imprint was like a blueprint to his mind's eye.
Xu Feng knew exactly what that sword looked like in all its states, and what it tasted like, even the feeling of it touching a part of his throat that it shouldn't touch.
The thing that drove him crazy in that moment was, only 5 or 6 days ago, he'd had that sword deep inside of him. Filling him. Making him scream.
In a matter of a few breaths, Xu Feng's face was hazy in every way. His eyes were teary, and his face was lightly flushed, he was even open mouthed panting, taking cues from the dog behind him.
If the servant's voice hadn't rang out from what sounded like the entrance of the courtyard, Xu Feng would have without a doubt given in to the man behind him.