Chapter 99: The Secretary’s Service*

Madam Shen lay back on the cold polished surface of the spirit-wood desk.

Her legs hung off the edge, completely open. The thin red silk was already torn and pushed aside. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she looked up at Lin Tian.

She reached down with trembling fingers and parted her own slick folds, offering herself completely.

"I am ready, Master... use me."

Lin Tian stood between her thighs and looked down at her for a long moment.

The soft glow of the moon-pearls cast light across her flushed jade-like skin. Heavy breasts trembled with every breath. Stiffened peaks pointed upward. The dark wetness between her legs glistened clearly under the light.

He placed both hands on her inner thighs and slowly pushed them wider.

A soft gasp left her lips at the sudden exposure.

"You waited a full month," Lin Tian said quietly. "Your body is starving."

He leaned forward and dragged the thick head of his scorching length slowly along her dripping entrance.

Madam Shen’s hips jerked upward on instinct.

"Master... please..."

He did not enter.

Instead he rubbed the burning tip against her most sensitive spot in slow, deliberate circles. Wet sounds rose between them. Her fingers clutched the edge of the desk so hard her knuckles turned white.

The teasing made her thighs tremble. Clear fluid dripped onto the polished wood beneath her.

"Look at you," he murmured. "The strict Vice-Manager of the Resource Hall... spreading herself on her own desk."

Her cheeks burned with shame and need.

"I’m only your slave," she whispered.

Lin Tian pressed forward just enough for the head to stretch her entrance, then pulled back again.

A broken whimper escaped her throat.

He repeated the motion again and again—pressing in slightly, then withdrawing—until her breathing turned completely ragged and her hips kept lifting in silent, desperate plea.

"Master... don’t tease me anymore... I can’t take it..."

He still did not enter.

Instead, Lin Tian continued the slow, torturous friction. He dragged the thick head of his length up and down her dripping folds, pressing just hard enough to stretch her entrance before pulling away again.

Madam Shen’s hips kept lifting helplessly toward him. Soft broken sounds spilled from her lips without control.

"Master... please... I need you inside..."

Her voice cracked.

Lin Tian leaned down until his breath brushed her ear.

"Beg properly."

"I... I beg you..." she whispered. "Please fill me. I can’t stand the emptiness anymore."

He pressed forward once more, letting only the tip sink inside her before stopping completely.

Her inner walls fluttered wildly around the shallow intrusion. A sharp whimper tore from her throat.

"Deeper... Master... please..."

After several more seconds of deliberate denial did Lin Tian finally grip her waist with both hands.

Only when she was visibly trembling did he finally grip her waist tightly and thrust forward in one deep, powerful stroke.

"AHHH—!"

Madam Shen’s back arched hard off the desk. Her inner walls clamped down tightly around him. The sudden fullness forced a long, broken cry from her throat.

Lin Tian did not give her time to adjust.

He set a steady, heavy rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in to the hilt.

*Smack... smack... smack...*

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the quiet study.

Her heavy breasts swayed with every impact. Soft broken moans spilled continuously from her lips.

"So tight," Lin Tian muttered. "Even after everything, you still grip me like this."

He leaned down and captured one stiffened peak in his mouth, sucking hard while his hips continued their deep rhythm. His tongue circled the sensitive tip before he bit down lightly.

Madam Shen’s hands flew to his hair. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper.

"Master... harder... please... I need it..."

Lin Tian did not answer with words.

He simply drove into her harder, each thrust deeper than the last. The desk shook beneath them. Madam Shen’s moans grew louder and more broken. Her nails dug into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her core.

"Master... yes... just like that..."

Lin Tian released her breast and straightened. He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her legs higher, folding her nearly in half against the desk.

The new angle let him reach even deeper.

Every thrust now struck the sensitive cluster of nerves deep inside her Yin core.

Her eyes flew open wide. A sharp cry tore from her throat.

"There... right there... don’t stop!"

He pounded into that exact spot without mercy.

The desk creaked loudly beneath them. Scrolls and jade slips still lay scattered across the floor.

Pure Yin essence continuously leaked from her body and was absorbed into his skin wherever they touched. At the same time his dense Yang Qi flooded her meridians, chasing away the last traces of residual chill.

Madam Shen’s mind began to blur.

The strict, calculating Vice-Manager who controlled the logistics of the Inner Sect no longer existed. Only a woman drowning in pleasure and absolute devotion remained.

Her fingers dug hard into his forearms. Soft desperate sounds kept spilling from her lips with every deep thrust.

"Master... I’m going to... I can’t hold it anymore..."

Lin Tian increased his pace, driving into her harder.

"Then don’t hold it. Cum for your Master."

Her entire body tensed like a drawn bow.

Inner walls clamped down in powerful rhythmic waves. A sharp, high cry escaped her as climax crashed through her. Clear fluid sprayed around his length and soaked the desk beneath her hips.

Lin Tian did not stop.

He continued thrusting through her orgasm, drawing every last violent tremor from her body. Her legs shook uncontrollably in his grip.

Only when the intense waves finally began to fade did he slow his movements.

Madam Shen lay limp on the desk, chest heaving, eyes completely hazy. Soft aftershocks still fluttered weakly around him.

Lin Tian remained buried deep inside her.

He brushed a strand of damp hair from her flushed face.

"We are only beginning, my Vanguard."

He pulled out slowly, then flipped her onto her stomach with easy strength. Her upper body rested on the desk while her feet touched the cold floor.

He entered her again from behind in one smooth, deep thrust.

A fresh, broken moan was forced from her lips.

Lin Tian gripped her hips firmly and began a new, heavier rhythm.

The position allowed him to reach places the previous angle could not. Each thrust pushed her forward slightly against the desk. Her heavy breasts pressed flat against the cool wood.

"Master... it’s too deep..."

Lin Tian did not slow down.

He leaned closer, chest pressing against her back, and spoke low near her ear.

"You can take it. You’ve been waiting a whole month for this."

His hand slid from her hip to her lower stomach and pressed firmly, forcing her to feel every deep thrust even more clearly.

Madam Shen’s fingers clawed at the desk. Soft broken cries kept spilling from her lips with every impact.

"Master... it’s filling me completely..."

Her toes curled against the cold floor. Soft tremors kept running down her legs with every deep thrust.

Every movement forced soft broken cries from her throat.

The wet sounds of their joining grew louder and more obscene.

Her second climax built much faster than the first.

Lin Tian felt her walls begin to flutter and tighten again. He drove into her even harder.

"Cum again."

She shattered with a long, broken cry, her body shaking violently beneath him. Her inner walls milked him in strong, rhythmic pulses.

This time Lin Tian followed her over the edge.

With a low, guttural growl he buried himself to the hilt and released. Thick pulses of scorching Primordial Essence flooded her depths in heavy waves.

Golden Yang Qi and pure Yin essence mixed violently inside her, circulating through both their meridians in a powerful feedback loop.

For several long moments they remained locked together, breathing hard.

Lin Tian finally pulled out.

A mixture of their combined essence slowly leaked down her inner thighs and dripped onto the floor.

Madam Shen remained bent over the desk, legs trembling so badly she could not stand on her own.

Lin Tian turned her around gently and lifted her into his arms once more. He carried her to the large spirit-wood chair and sat down with her on his lap, facing him.

She collapsed against his chest, completely spent. Her forehead rested weakly on his shoulder. Soft residual tremors still ran through her body.

He stroked her damp hair slowly and steadily.

"Rest for a moment," he said quietly. "Then we continue."

Madam Shen nodded weakly against his shoulder, her body still trembling with residual pleasure and the warm, lingering flow of his Yang Qi inside her.

Outside the sealed doors, the Inner Sect continued as usual.

Inside the private study of the Cloud-Sea Pavilion, the Vice-Manager of the Resource Hall remained exactly where she belonged—in the arms of her Sovereign.