Chapter 98: The Secretary’s Service**

"As you wish."

Lin Tian’s deep vibrating voice filled the dimly lit main hall of the Cloud-Sea Pavilion.

The heavy dark spirit-wood doors were sealed tight. Outside, the Inner Sect continued its usual martial bustle. Inside, the world belonged only to them.

He stepped forward and sat upon the massive dark spirit-wood chair at the center of the hall. He spread his legs slightly and rested his hands on the carved armrests, radiating the absolute authority of a sovereign on his throne.

Before him, kneeling on the soft white beast-fur rug, was the Vice-Manager of the Inner Sect Resource Hall—Madam Shen.

She wore a thin translucent red silk robe that clung tightly to her mature voluptuous curves. The strict untouchable mask she showed to thousands of disciples had completely melted away. Dark silken hair cascaded over her smooth snow-white shoulders.

Her body trembled as the heavy intoxicating aura of Lin Tian’s Irresistible Yang Scent washed over her. The scent bypassed every spiritual defense and struck directly into her soul. The Yin energy in her meridians ached with hollow desperate hunger.

Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly beneath the thin silk. A faint flush already spread across her collarbones and down her chest.

Lin Tian’s golden eyes studied her for a long moment.

Her devotion was absolute. Her body was simply starving for his essence.

"Come here, my Vanguard."

Madam Shen did not hesitate. She crawled forward on her hands and knees across the beast-fur rug. Her elegant mature face flushed deep crimson. Eyes swam with pure weeping devotion.

Each movement made the translucent silk shift and cling tighter to her heavy curves. The soft fur brushed against her bare knees and palms, sending small shivers up her spine.

"Master... you kept me waiting for so long," she whimpered. Her trembling hands reached for the hem of his obsidian robes. "My meridians were freezing without your fire. I need you... please fill me."

"Patience," Lin Tian murmured.

He reached down and wove his large calloused fingers through her silken hair. The simple touch made her breath catch. A soft sound escaped her throat.

"First, show me that you have not forgotten how to serve your Master during this past month."

Her breathing hitched.

With shaking delicate fingers she began to untie the thick sash of his robes. The heavy fabric parted, revealing his broad heavily scarred chest—forged in the Artifact Graveyard and tempered by the brutal combat of the tournament.

Madam Shen’s eyes widened with ravenous hunger. She leaned forward and pressed her soft warm lips against a fresh scar near his abdomen.

A soft broken moan escaped her.

The moment their skin connected, a faint silvery stream of pure Yin essence seeped from her lips and merged into his body. At the same time a tiny thread of his dominant Primordial Yang energy traveled down her throat and settled into her Dantian.

Heat bloomed low in her stomach.

She continued pressing soft reverent kisses along the hard length of his abdomen. Her lips lingered on every ridge of muscle. Warm breath fanned across his skin.

"Haa... so warm..." she breathed against him.

She knelt fully between his legs and pressed her face against his thighs. Only after tasting the rigid muscles of his stomach did she carefully undo his lower garments.

His heavy scorching Yang length sprang free.

Her eyes remained locked on his face the entire time, filled with absolute worship. A visible shiver ran down her spine at the sight. Her lips parted slightly.

Lin Tian leaned back into the spirit-wood chair. His golden eyes observed her complete submission. He reached down and trailed a finger along her delicate jawline.

"You’re taking me so well."

She parted her lips and took the thick head into the warm wetness of her mouth.

Her tongue moved slowly at first, tasting the overwhelming Yang energy, before she sank deeper. Soft moans vibrated around his length.

With every stroke of her tongue a faint mist of pure Yin essence was pulled from her body and flowed directly into his core.

Her hips pushed forward instinctively. Mature breasts swayed heavily beneath the translucent red silk as she sucked with devoted attention. The quiet hall filled with wet heavy sounds of her service.

Saliva glistened at the corners of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with each pull. Tears of effort gathered at the corners of her eyes, yet she refused to pull away.

"Deeper."

Lin Tian’s hand tightened slightly in her dark hair.

She obeyed without resistance. She took him as deep as she possibly could, throat working rhythmically to milk the absolute limits of his Yang essence.

Her free hand rested on his thigh for balance. Fingers dug lightly into the muscle.

Minutes passed in that heavy silence broken only by wet sounds and her muffled moans.

Lin Tian felt his Foundation Establishment liquid Qi beginning to boil. He pulled her up by the shoulders. She released him with a wet gasp.

"Ahhh—! Master... why?" she whimpered.

Her lips shone with his pre-essence. Eyes begged him to let her continue. A thin string of saliva still connected them for a moment before breaking.

Her chest heaved. The front of her thin robe had grown damp from her own arousal.

"Because your body is begging for more than just a taste."

His gaze dropped to the dark stain of moisture soaking through the center of her red silk robe.

He grasped the delicate fabric at her shoulders and tore it downward in a single fluid motion. The translucent silk pooled at her waist, fully exposing her full heavy breasts to the warm air of the hall.

Jade-like skin flushed heavy pink. Stiffened peaks trembled under his intense gaze. The sudden exposure made her shoulders shake.

Lin Tian gripped her slender waist and hoisted her up, pulling her directly onto his lap.

A sharp cry escaped her throat as she landed heavily upon his muscular thighs. Her soft rear pressed intimately against his rigid burning length. The contact alone made her hips twitch.

He cupped one of her heavy mature breasts. His thumb aggressively rubbed over the stiffened nipple.

Her back arched sharply, thrusting her chest deeper into his palm. A low broken sound left her throat.

"Look at the strict Vice-Manager now," Lin Tian spoke calmly against her ear. "Moaning so sweetly while straddling a disciple."

Her cheeks burned with a mixture of profound shame and overwhelming pleasure.

"Nngh... shut up... I’m only your slave..."

His other hand slid down her smooth stomach, tracing the curve of her hips before slipping beneath the bunched silk at her waist. Calloused fingers easily found her slick dripping entrance.

Heat radiated from her core. Wetness coated his fingertips immediately.

"You’re soaking me."

"Ahh..."

"So greedy."

She bit her lower lip hard. Inner walls fluttered wildly from the mere teasing brush of his fingertips. Her thighs tensed on either side of his legs.

He slid two fingers deep inside her tight dripping heat in one smooth motion.

"AHHH—!!"

Her head threw back. Silken hair cascaded over his arm as her inner walls clamped down violently around his intruding fingers. Her entire body jerked at the sudden fullness.

"You are so wet," Lin Tian murmured.

He curled his fingers and struck the deepest cluster of spiritual nerves within her Yin core.

Her thighs trembled on either side of his legs. Soft broken sounds kept spilling from her lips as his fingers curled again inside her. Heat coiled tighter in her lower abdomen. Every small movement of his hand sent fresh waves of pleasure racing up her spine. She could no longer form proper words.

Her hips bucked uncontrollably against his hand. Wet slick sounds echoed loudly in the sealed hall. Her free hand clutched his shoulder for support as her legs trembled.

"Master... please... I can’t take the emptiness anymore... give it to me..."

Lin Tian withdrew his fingers slowly, letting her feel the agonizing loss of his touch. A soft broken whimper escaped her at the sudden emptiness.

Her inner walls clenched around nothing.

He stood up effortlessly and lifted her entire voluptuous frame into his arms as if she weighed nothing.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heated skin pressed against his chest.

He carried her across the grand hall toward the massive dark spirit-wood desk where she usually reviewed the Outer Sect’s logistical scrolls and ledgers.

With a single dominating sweep of his arm he knocked dozens of heavy scrolls, jade slips, and ink brushes onto the floor, clearing the surface completely.

He laid her back against the cold polished wood of the desk. Her legs hung off the edge, completely open and vulnerable before him. The cool surface against her heated skin made her gasp softly.

"Your punishment and your reward will begin simultaneously, my Vanguard."

Lin Tian loomed over her spread figure. Golden eyes gleamed with absolute authority.

Madam Shen lay back against the desk, chest heaving as she looked up at the man who had completely conquered her body and soul.

She reached down. Trembling fingers parted her own slick folds, offering herself in the most primal display of submission.

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