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Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Captured Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment, BDSM, Dark Romance Warnings: Non-consensual and drugged sex (but a ravishment, so she gets to enjoy it and have orgasms), plus BDSM, including forced rimming, pussy spanking and anal fisting. See Ao3 for tags. Length: ~15 200 words Summary: Gan kidnaps Tan Qi, dosing them both with aphrodisiacs to better ravish her with his extreme, perverse pleasures. Trouble is, these drugs will open one's heart, too, leaving Gan himself vulnerable to emotions he's not felt in a long time...

A/N: Finally finished one of my oldest WIPs. I'm a bit ambivalent about it--sometimes stories get away from me, and what starts out as a hard ravishment ends up morphing into mushy romance smut--but that's the way this story wanted to go. Damn those pesky aphrodisiacs! Plus, after reading the story after a long break, I was positively surprised by the quality of the writing I'd managed to get out, so it would've been a shame to just leave it lounging on my HD. And being dumped into the factory seconds box Vignettes wouldn't have done it justice, either. Plus, it's time for some mush anyway, after the hell Gan put all of us through with the ultra-dark Poison Heart, Scorpion Soul. Right? Right. So. *Ladles the mush onto your plate* Get that down ya, kid; it'll make you shoot big, chunky loads grow big and strong.

Breathing heavily, he begins to caress her body, to chart with his hands this flesh he is about to possess. He cups great handfuls of her calves, arms and thighs, squeezing them and weighing them with his hands; he clasps her waist and digs his fingers in deeply, pressing his thumbs into her belly. Sliding his hands lower, he finds the hollows of her hips and dips his thumbs into them, pressing hard; this kind of massage, a courtesan had once told him, stirs up the qi in the hips, quickening the womb.

And it's the meridians of sexual pleasure he now follows and massages with his fingers, stirring her body into arousal while her mind remains entirely asleep. He touches her breasts, buttocks and genitals last; he kneads her breasts firmly and skillfully, pulling them up by the nipples, tugging on them until they are hard and stand up firmly. He massages her mound, the lips of her cunny; he presses his thumbs together on either side of her clitoris, rubbing up and down, making it fill and flush, grow erect beneath his caress. By now, she is wet, has dripped down between her buttocks; her entire sex is filled with blood, soft and swollen, her slit glowing a bright berry pink. Finally, he spreads her wetness all over her vulva, making her glisten and gleam.

It's only now that he starts to wake her up: she will have been dreaming, his touches translating into a dream of lovemaking in her drugged mind. He opens a vial of an antidote and waves it under her nose, but only for a few short moments; this, so that the dose is enough to awaken her, but to nevertheless keep her pleasantly drunk, as if from opium or wine.

She turns her head, wincing at the smell of the antidote. He wipes her nose, and now, uncorks a bottle of perfumed aphrodisiac underneath it: a drug shot through with a marvellous, sweet and sensual mix of musk and oud to perfume it, a blend he's prepared himself.

"Where did you go?" she murmurs to her dream lover, his touches having ceased.

He kisses her eyes through the black silk of her blindfold, cupping her cheek in his hand. "I'm here," he murmurs, "right here," and he takes her mouth in a kiss: a kiss deep, wonderful, passionate enough to make any woman melt.

She frowns, knowing she's heard this man's voice before. "Xiaojing?" she whispers.

He just chuckles; oh, how wrong she is. Shoucheng, he wants to whisper, but not yet, not yet: he must possess her first, must have her melting around him first, so that she cannot deny having enjoyed him, loved him.

And she will love him, once he is done with her; oh, yes, she will love him indeed.

He undresses, sighing from pleasure as he caresses the skin of his genitals, shaved smooth and sensitised from aphrodisiacs: tonight, he wants to feel everything, skin against skin, heat against heat. With another soft sigh of delight, he steps close to her and begins to slide his cock inside her pussy; her sweet, hot little pussy. He shivers all over from the thrill of his crime; he can't help but let out a soft little moan as he sinks inside her tight wet heat. Finally, finally this woman is his: this woman who had so defied him, now hot and slippery and eager around him, the walls of her sex swollen and palpitating around him as he pauses in his thrusts to savour her.

He brushes the backs of his fingertips across the lips of her pussy, across the top of her slit; her body tenses and she squeezes around him, clutching him as if to beckon him deeper. He is only halfway inside of her, his prick so big it can fill any woman entirely with a few inches left over; already, he's slid behind the neck of her womb, just about to touch the very back of her sex--if she but becomes aroused enough to open for him that deeply.

And with the aid of drugs, with the aid of the right kind of voice--using suggestion to manipulate her mind--he will make her body yield to him, as surely as night follows day. For years, he's studied--ostensibly for the purposes of military strategy--the art of manipulating the human mind, learning its arts from different scholars, becoming quite adept at it. But a far more titillating interest for him has always been the manipulation of the female mind and the female body. Thus, he's paid great sums to be educated in its secrets by courtesans: how to use his words, his touches, his body to give a woman immense pleasure, immense pain, or his favourite: both at the same time.

"Love me," he commands her, rubbing his wet thumb firmly over her clitoris and putting his weight behind his hips; soon, he is indeed pressing deeply into that small, tight cove of flesh behind her womb, where some of the most sensitive nerves on a woman's body lie.

"Oh..." her head tosses from side to side; her chest heaves from pleasure. "Who are you?"

He rolls his hips, rocks them sweetly at the end of each one of his thrusts. "Your lover." 

Title: Poison Heart and Scorpion Soul Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: Tragedy, Darkfic, Horror, Post-Canon Warnings: Serious, serious warnings for graphic violence, especially brutal and realistic sexual violence. No ravishment this time. No respite. Just dark as fuck from beginning to end; heed the Ao3 tags. Length: ~14 000 words Summary: During the An Lushan Rebellion, General Gan finally gets to possess Tan Qi, and to have his revenge. It's all he's ever wanted--and yet, not at all what he had wanted.

A/N: This is what really would happen, would Gan get his hands on her--and it's not at all like his sexy fantasies. Do not expect ravishments, i.e. the sexy kind of non-con here (if you want that, go read the Secret Diaries). Just him beating up and raping her for 14 k. Unfortunately, I had to write this to get it out of my system. Perhaps, my subconscious guilt for ever even writing porn of these two pushed me into writing this, if only to prove that I *do* know exactly what kind of a monster Gan is, and exactly how it'd really go down if he got to own her. Call it an act of balancing out the narratives, and a show of what exactly it is that I'm subverting with all the hot porn and all the CharmingRogue!Gans. So, yep, this is unflinchingly canon-compliant Gan. I do hope to get back to the happy fucking as soon as possible, though. Because that's what we'd all prefer, right?

"I am telling you this now, missy: it would serve you best if you were to teach yourself to love me, to mould yourself to my desires as slaves do; it's for your own good. You'll be a lot happier that way."

"Is that what this is about?" she says quietly, in genuine astonishment. "Am I to take it that all these years, you've been pining for me, madly in love with me? And that you voted to kill Her Highness--and break His Majesty's heart--just for my sake?"

Gan sneers. "Don't flatter yourself."

"I don't have to. You're the one doing it."

"And it's high time you thanked me for saving your neck," Gan says and yanks her up by the rope between her neck and her wrists. He sets aside his lance and arranges her to kneel before himself, taking her hands to the apron panel of his armour. "Now, I presume you know what to do. Go on, prove your worth; the better you please me, the better I'll treat you."

She huffs incredulously.

He slaps her with the full force of his arm, a blow so hard she falls onto her hands and knees.

"Enough insolence!"

He yanks her head up by the hair, grinding her face into his armour scales. "Is this how you want it, then?" he asks and slaps her again, laughing. "Or are you trying to turn me on, perhaps? Acting like a brat, so I'll have an excuse to beat you?"

"No," she groans into his groin, her lip-paint now but a red streak across her cheek.

"That's right," he says and squints, grinning maliciously. "I don't need an excuse to beat a woman," he says, slapping her cheek as he dangles her there. "But you deserve it," he spits and slaps her again. "Your karma has finally come to get you. Welcome to your hell realm, wench; meet your personal executioner!"

And at that last slap, he truly lets go. After all, he's wanted to teach her a lesson for a long time, so he might as well make it clear to her who's in charge. Thus, still holding her by the hair, he mauls her face the way he's always wanted to: his laughter rings high in his throat as he slaps her cheeks to redden them, pinches her skin to break blood vessels, beats her mouth to make it warm and swollen for him. He spits in her eyes, and when she tries to turn aside, he snaps his fingers off the bones of her temples, flicking his fingers into the corners of her eyes; oh, but the sight of this proud woman's haughty, frosty exterior cracking with horror is the most arousing thing he's ever seen in his life.

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: Masochist Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, BDSM, Darkfic, Rape Roleplay Warnings: Hard BDSM; I mean it about the girl being a masochist. It gets rough and violent. See Ao3 tags for the plethora of kinks involved herein. Length: ~10 100 words Summary: Gan is in a dark, cruel mood. Thankfully, his current slave girl is a true masochist: she's enjoyed him crushing her with his armour, and has enjoyed playing the most violent and brutal of rape scenarios with him.

A/N: The masochist slave girl in this is the same one you may have met in Crushed and Violate Me. Also, this is terrible porn trash that should've gone in the vignettes, but I know you guys love this kind of fic the most, so I am posting it separately. So, don't expect my highestmost quality; expect gratuitous porn and fetishes galore. See Ao3 for more notes.

"I love it when you take me, sir; I love it so much."

"Shame," he says lightly and tilts his head, his mouth curling into a nasty smirk.

And in that moment, she realises what he wants. She shivers with chills, her fear and her arousal now so completely intertwined she can't tell one from the other.

He slaps her face, hard; her expression is now genuinely terrified, and he likes that much better. Even if he knows she's acting, she does it so well it's just like the real thing: the thrill of rape his greatest aphrodisiac.

So, he slaps her face again, again until her cheeks glow red; when he sees the glimmer of tears, he moans quietly in ecstasy, his cock pulsing in his hand. He slaps her again, just to feel that wetness, just to see those tears flying off her face, just to see their glittering in the torchlight.

She is drunk, the rush of his violence surging through her veins, soaring higher with his every blow. Her body glows, weightless and filled with light; yet, her greatest pleasure is the sight of her beloved master's pleasure.

He looms over her like the statue of an ancient, cruel god. He seems to be made of but ravenous darkness swallowing light, only flickers of flame escaping its maw; glancing off the black scales of his armour, the light struggles in vain against the massive power of his body before it dies.

His prick stands out as he beats her, beautiful and terrible in its thick and long strength, the dark gold of the shaft now darkening further with blood. The head, so beautiful and pink, is purpling little by little; he is only ever this hard when he gets to beat a woman.

Finally, he stops slapping her, breathless as he looks down upon her, a beast hungry before its cowering prey; the only colour she can see through her haze of pain is the red of his uniform coat, a slash of blood in the dark.

He strokes his cock, groaning as he finally touches it again; grabbing her hair, he brings it to her bruised lips.

"Suck."

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Submission to Pleasure Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment, Light BDSM, Erotica Warnings: The sexy kind of non-con, i.e. a ravishment. Light BDSM with bondage and body slapping/pussy spanking/pleasure-delay play. Not really that dark but all about sexual overstimulation; see Ao3 for tags. Length: ~9000 words Summary: General Gan captures Tan Qi and proceeds to torture her in his dungeon all night--with *pleasure.*

A/N: Spreader bar? Pussy spanking? Oil massage? All holes teased until she begs, and then *reamed* with his evil cock? Yep. It's time for PleasureDom!Gan and I'm not sorry. If you enjoyed Pussy Torture (seeing as it's my most-read TLDIC fic, looks like many of you did), you might like this one.

His fingers are long, such a deep golden brown that his nails are a translucent pink; they are fingers incongruously elegant for a military general. Rather, they're the kinds of fingers you'd expect to see on a musician, manipulating her with the skill and confidence of a man who knows his art. He knows where the sensitivemost parts of a woman's body lie, just as a warrior knows the locations of vital pressure points to strike in order to kill, stun, incapacitate; he runs his fingertips in firm caresses along the meridians of generation and of life, to stir and to direct her body's energies towards higher and higher arousal.

When he slips his hand between her legs and rubs her pussy through the red silk of her under-drawers, she moans in the pain of humiliation. Humiliation, because as soon as his fingers press into her slit and begin to stroke it, the silk soaks through completely; he laughs out loud, finding her clitoris and rubbing it so hard she sobs and sobs, bucking against his touch.

He lifts his damp fingers to his face and inhales luxuriously, licking his fingertips. "My, my, missy. Could it be that you've been dreaming of this all along?" he says and brushes his lips against hers, making her yank her head aside again; he just laughs and undoes her drawers, leaving her exposed, bare.

The air of the dungeon is cool on her smooth-shaven sex. He cups it in his hand as if he were weighing it, squeezing it a little; he coos in pleasure as her soft, warm flesh spills out from between his fingers.

"What a nice, fat pussy you have, missy," he grins playfully. "And shaved, too... how did you know I like them smooth?"

It's then that he lets go of her cunny entirely; smirking, he sets out to torture her with the lightest of touches all over her body. Again, he drags his fingertips down her arms from her palms to her armpits, dancing his fingers across the soft skin of her forearms until she bites down on a whimper; he strokes her neck and her shoulders, nuzzling her face with his bearded lips.

"Still not begging, missy?" he grins, his smile widening further at the sight of her tight-jawed glower of resistance.

Suddenly, he slaps her breasts, hard, delighting in her cry of pain; he squeezes them painfully in his hands, pressing his forehead against hers, his eyes glimmering with wickedness. "Do you like that?" he murmurs, then takes both nipples between his index and middle fingers and pulls, pulls and twists until a sob breaks against her teeth.

"No," she moans.

"Liar," he licks against her ear. "These are so much harder, now," he grins and pinches her nipples, pulls them harder until she moans, juddering against him. "A woman who likes a little pain..." he hisses in pleasure through his teeth, as if contemplating a delicacy, "is a woman after my own heart."

Title: Satiation Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Xia (Original Female Character)/An Luo (Original Male Character) Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Threesome (FMM), Double Penetration, Het With A Smidgen Of Slash Warnings: The DP and a bit of rough sex, I guess. Gan is dominant, as usual, but it's not a kinky fic as such--but very filthy indeed. Length: ~13 200 words Summary: Xia's dreams of double penetration reawaken all at once: she has found her second man, the *only* man she wants Gan to share her with. Enter barbarian general An Luo, an eager Gan, and a night of extreme pleasures that go beyond any she has ever known...

A/N: This fic is quite special, in that I was inspired to write it solely on the basis of an erotic photo, here (NSFW, obvs). There was just something about the guy's expression and the mood of the pic, and those fascinating tattoos of his that gave birth to an entirely new OC--an OC that suited Xia's DP fantasy perfectly. I was so inspired I just couldn't stop writing; I wrote the whole fic in just three days, on a wildly hormonal spree, unable to stop until I'd got it all down. So that was quite the experience! I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it; do leave me a comment on the story's Ao3 page if you did.

At the sight of seeing Xia's pussy licked, at the intoxicating scent of it, Gan finally grows so heated he has to grab his prick and stroke it; he piles up some pillows between the wall and the bed, then arranges for Xia to lean back against them. That done, he straddles her waist and offers her his cock, letting her suck it as An Luo lifts her legs over his arms and resumes his licking of her with renewed vigour.

She loves this, looking up at Gan conspiratorially as she fellates him, rolling her head and moaning like the harlot she is. She gives him her best, tightest, wettest suck: Gan groans deeply and roughly as her saliva drips down his sack, drips down to her chest as his balls slap against her chin.

"We're going to fuck you in the arse," Gan growls, twisting his fists in her hair, his voice hoarse from lust. "Going to let him fuck your pussy only for a little while," he coos, "only to sate both your holes as we fuck you at the same time. But then, it's your arse, only your arse, for the rest of the night," he says as he fucks her throat, choking her on his cock until her kohl runs down her cheeks. "That's what we're here for; that's what we'll take!"

And at that, Gan pulls out and slaps her cheek, she so mad and trembling from lust that even that pain feels sweet; Gan shoves her onto her hands and knees, grabs her hair and guides her face to An Luo's cock.

"Now, beg. Beg for him to let you suck it. Show us how much you want it."

Panting, she looks at An Luo's tall, muscled frame looming above her, his eyes half-closed in expectation, command; his beautiful, thick prick stands out firmly, his erection curved, and she shivers in pleasure at the thought of how wonderful that curve will soon feel in her cunny. The head is shining, more purple than pink from the intensity of his arousal; her mouth waters to suck it.

An Luo lifts her chin. "Now, what does a good little whore say?" he asks, shocking her with his uncouthness, his dominance: these are the kinds of words, the kind of attitude she expects from Gan, not a man who's hitherto played the gallant. Has Gan told him to do this, say this?

"Well?" An Luo asks, pushing two fingers into her mouth, then her throat, gagging her with them; now, she remembers the man who'd enjoyed choking little Tiao Tiao with his cock.

And Heaven help her, Xia likes it, loves it: in her shock of sickening pleasure, her cunny squeezes so hard it purses out a thick drop of sap, falling onto Gan's awaiting prick.

An Luo pulls out his fingers, wiping them on his cock. "I'm waiting."

"Please," Xia says, hating herself; she looks up at him, shuddering as Gan guides his cock inside her pussy from behind. "Please, sir," she murmurs, so utterly humiliated by how her lust for these two men can now make her beg and crawl like a slave. "Please let me suck your cock."

Title: Adored Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Jiao (Original Male Character)/Xia (Original Female Character) Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Threesome, Slash With A Smidgen Of Het, Bisexual Warnings: Gan dreams of noncon sex, but that's about it. No real kinkiness or violence. Length: ~1900 words Summary: Gan dreams of being tied up by Xia, and her allowing Jiao to ravish him--with pleasure.

A/N: Yes, Gan gets to play Lucky Pierre to Xia and Jiao! As pathologically straight as Gan is, he sure is giving the impression of serious bi-curiousity these days, isn't he?! Go, Jiao! Go get that perfect arse; we believe in you.

After Xia had confessed to him her fantasy of being shared by two men, Gan can't stop thinking about what it'd be like to involve Jiao.

In real life, it'd be catastrophic, impossible: it'd expose his and Xia's affair to the world and destroy their lives utterly. And given that afterwards, he'd have to see Jiao every day at work... no, no. It'd be suicidal.

But his dreams are a different matter entirely.

Dreams, he cannot control; in dreams, Desire takes control.

In his dreams--and they are many, recurring over several nights--Jiao comes to him and takes him.

Xia only has to tie Gan up, trap him on all fours on the bed and invite Jiao to join in.

The bed dips as Jiao settles between Gan's legs, kissing his buttocks as Xia cradles Gan's head in her lap.

"I said 'no,' Xia," Gan practically weeps into her lap, frightened out of his mind. "I don't want this," he says with a voice full of pain, his face twisted into a grimace.

But then, Jiao's tongue is in his arse, the pleasure incredible; yet, he cries out and jerks away from the bliss as if from a red-hot brand.

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Strung Up Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Hard BDSM, Darkfic, Ravishment Warnings: Non-con (but of the ravishment sort, so she gets to come), hard BDSM (including suspension bondage, an anal hook, caning and anal fisting among many other things). Heed the Ao3 tags. Length: ~19 200 words (and nearly all of it evil sex at that). Summary: Gan binds Tan Qi, strings her up to hang from the ceiling and proceeds to take his pleasure of her by torturing her and fucking her as he pleases.

A/N: See the first promo post for this fic.

"Aia," he murmurs and lies down on his back; he pats his hip. "Ride me. You can put on some more of that if you like," he says and nods to the lubricant.

She's astonished. "Aren't you afraid I'm going to run away?"

He grins and lifts out his cock. "You're naked, and you're on a military base. So, unless you really want the boys to join in, hop on."

Yet, after all this time, after all they've done, she still hesitates; she looks around herself in a way that alarms Gan--and suddenly, it dawns on him that she's looking around herself for something she could use to subdue him with. Her eyes fix upon the corner of the bed, just where he's hidden a sword between the wall and the mattress; the pommel is peeking out and she makes to reach for it.

So much for his good mood.

With lightning speed, he grabs her wrists, growling furiously. "Oh, no, you don't," he snarls as he rolls her onto her back, pinning her wrists to the bed. "To think that I offered you gentleness, you ungrateful little bitch!" he spits. "All right, then," he says and kicks her legs apart, "if it's violence that you want, then it's violence you'll get!"

"No!" she screams, now truly terrified.

"Yes!" he cries and slaps her face. How dare she defy him now? "Insolent little bitch! You promised to serve me willingly, and serve me, you shall!"

He wrestles her down and attaches her wrists to a pair of leather cuffs in the middle of the bedframe; to her astonishment, there are multiple such cuffs and rings--no doubt for attaching ropes--set into the bedframe all over.

"There," he says and lays her down on her back, her arms pulled over her head. "If this makes it easier for you," he sneers and begins to guide his cock back inside her arse. "Now, missy, I am going to fuck you until I come," he says, gritting his teeth in pleasure as his cock slides back into her tight, wet heat. "But if you give me any more trouble, I'm going to stab that sword into your cunt," he says, thrusting hard for emphasis. "Now, pleasure me," he barks and slaps her again. "And that's an order!"

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Strung Up Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Hard BDSM, Darkfic, Ravishment Warnings: Non-con (but of the ravishment sort, so she gets to come), hard BDSM (including suspension bondage, an anal hook, caning and anal fisting among many other things). Heed the Ao3 tags. Length: ~19 200 words (and nearly all of it evil sex at that). Summary: Gan binds Tan Qi, strings her up to hang from the ceiling and proceeds to take his pleasure of her by torturing her and fucking her as he pleases.

A/N: See the first promo post for this fic.

He's waited too long for his prize; when he presses his slickened cock to her arse, she stiffens so beautifully he almost comes there and then.

"What's the matter, missy?" he says softly and leans over her, stroking her flank. "This is what I brought you here for," he says and presses deeper inside. "'Anything you want,' you said, and what I want is your arse."

He dips his prick into the resisting muscle again, again, again; this is always his favourite part of anal sex, pleasuring himself with the tight little nest of flesh--and the woman's pain. It's the challenge, the difficulty, the resistance of the body to such an unnatural penetration that gives anal ravishment its unique thrill; sticking his prick up a reluctant pussy is almost too easy. But anal violation is the violation to end all violations, the ultimate conquest of the flesh of another; even with a willing woman, sodomy is a fantastic way to give her both pain and pleasure at once, all without the need of a whip.

But her pleasure can wait; now is the time for his.

It's not so easy, however. He'd forgotten how difficult this was with the woman suspended in mid-air, with nothing to hold her in place; he needs to grip the ropes firmly so as not to push her away every time he presses inside.

"Push," he tells her. "Breathe deeply, and as you breathe out, push. Or do you want to hang here all night?"

She does as she's told, terrified, the muscles of her thighs spasming as he breaches the tightest part of the gate of muscle; she stops breathing, stiffening completely from the pain as he finally slides inside. Oh, Heavens, but the sheer mass of his cock, the nauseating fullness in her arse is too much; the shock upon her nerves from this sudden expansion, this monstrous invasion of her guts is tenfold in comparison to what that of the ball had been. His prick is so hot, so heavy, so thick: it feels even more enormous in her arse than it'd felt in her cunny, stretching her so much she fears he'll split her in two.

And the moment he pulls back and thrusts, his prick strikes out of her a scream: he hits the same spot in her guts that the ball had rested in, now so sensitised the sudden impact makes her entire body spasm and quiver with sickening pleasure.

"That's more like it!" he laughs and begins to take her with long, deep strokes, letting her feel the full force of his fuck.

Groaning deeply, he takes his pleasure of her, stroking and slapping and squeezing her buttocks as he savours his prize; his breath rough and hot and heavy, he revels in the tightness of her flesh, the sight of his glistening prick sinking between her horripilated, welted buttocks. She's so silken on the inside, the arse always somehow hotter than the cunny, driving him wild with the need to thrust--and thrust, he does. Snarling, he wraps his fingers around the ropes and fucks her with hard, vicious strokes; her flesh judders and jiggles with his blows, the room ringing with the slap-slap-slap of his hips against her buttocks. His every thrust sends such huge ripples of pleasure up and down his body that he moans loudly, the floorboards creaking underneath his boots as he dances there upon the balls of his feet; he rolls and grinds his hips into her, undulating into her as if he were trying to slither inside of her, seeking deeper and deeper penetration.

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Strung Up Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Hard BDSM, Darkfic, Ravishment Warnings: Non-con (but of the ravishment sort, so she gets to come), hard BDSM (including suspension bondage, an anal hook, caning and anal fisting among many other things). Heed the Ao3 tags. Length: ~19 200 words (and nearly all of it evil sex at that). Summary: Gan binds Tan Qi, strings her up to hang from the ceiling and proceeds to take his pleasure of her by torturing her and fucking her as he pleases.

A/N: See the first promo post for this fic.

Breathing heavily, he tucks the cane under his arm and presses himself tightly against her back; rutting his erection against her wounded buttocks, he caresses the goosebumps upon her breasts, running his fingertips down her quivering belly. He nuzzles her wet temple, his voice heavy with lust as he coos his pleasure in her ear; he cups the plump mound of her cunny, her tormented flesh warm against his palm as he squeezes it in his hand.

"Good girl. Take the next six like a soldier, and I'll give you pleasure as deep as the pain you're feeling now," he murmurs, licking her ear. "And that's a promise."

He steps in front of her to take in her face: dignified even in her suffering, her head held high thanks to the ropes, she is quiet from her terror. Good, he thinks as he takes a step back to measure the distance for his next blows; she was starting to get a little too cocky.

Now, she shall learn to fear and respect the cane, just as she must learn to fear and respect her new master.

The next three strokes, he gives to her breasts; he strikes a sharp X across them, then one particularly vicious one right across her nipples--perfect aim, even if he says so himself.

"Ai-aia," he murmurs, pleased as he watches her slumping in her bonds.

Again, he tucks the cane underneath his arm, leaning in close to take in his handiwork, this time from her front; the scent of her cold sweat, the scent of the little pinprick-drops of blood in her welts make his nostrils flutter in delight. She is pale and stiff, her skin horripilated all over from her agony; he kneads her breasts, closes his eyes and inhales her, filling his lungs with the exquisite fragrance of her pain. He lets out a tremulous sigh of pleasure, and perhaps even a little mewl escapes his lips as he squeezes her wounded breasts tightly; her little whimpers of pain vibrate sweetly against his lips as he sucks her tortured nipples with great hunger, rolling his tongue in the welts. He worries at her breasts with his teeth, sucking and licking and biting and squeezing; her whimpers die into little sobs, her body quivering uncontrollably in the cruelty of his embrace.

Finally, he pulls off, his eyes drunk with sadistic pleasure, her pain as intoxicating to him as sweet yellow wine. He tugs upon her nipples to bring her closer, nuzzling her nose with his. "Three more to go," he murmurs and kisses her softly. "If you can take them all without fainting," he says, "I'm going to make you come so hard you will."

Smiling, he steps back and swishes the cane through the air. "Spread your legs and lift out your pussy."

"No," she sobs quietly.

"Lift out your pussy!" he barks, drops into a squat and strikes the floor with the cane, the loud crack making her jerk back in terror. "Or I'm going to whip out your eyes!"

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Strung Up Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Hard BDSM, Darkfic, Ravishment Warnings: Non-con (but of the ravishment sort, so she gets to come), hard BDSM (including suspension bondage, an anal hook, caning and anal fisting among many other things). Heed the Ao3 tags. Length: ~19 200 words (and nearly all of it evil sex at that). Summary: Gan binds Tan Qi, strings her up to hang from the ceiling and proceeds to take his pleasure of her by torturing her and fucking her as he pleases.

A/N: See the first promo post for this fic.

"Now, wet your mouth with lots of spit--just like that; good girl." He puts his hand on the back of her head and presses it down a little, loving the shocked spasm going over her face as this pulls on the hook in her arse. He steps a little closer and offers his prick to her mouth. "Now, suck."

The way she struggles to take him, not only because of his size but because of the pressure of the hook and the pain of the clamps--oh, but it's delicious, being able to torture her in three different ways at once.

He groans as her hot, wet little mouth closes around the head of his cock; he pulls his hips back deliberately, so that she has to move forward in order to get more of his cock into her mouth.

"Come on. Come closer. Show me how much you want to suck it."

She writhes in her ropes, trying to swing herself backwards so that when she swings back towards him, she'll be able to catch more of him in her mouth; it really is quite impressive, he finds, smiling as he enjoys her squirming.

Little by little, she takes his cock deeper into her mouth by pulling it in with little mouthings of her lips; the pained little huffs of her breath make his balls tighten in pleasure and lift up against his shaft. Oh, how much he wants to thrust, to just ram himself down her throat, but this feels so much better: her slow struggle is so incredibly arousing his breath catches in his throat, his hips jerking a little every time she presses him with her lips.

But now, she's taken him deeply enough to fill her whole mouth, his glans touching her throat; that was far too easy. So, he steps back and pulls out, smirking--and oh, the shock on her face when he takes the chain of the clamps and loops it around his cock! Now, his tiniest movement will cause her agony, his prick's minutestmost pleasure her most excruciating pain: she stares emptily with her eyes glazed, her mouth open, her lungs seizing.

He leans back and chuckles low in his chest, an ugly, dragging laugh; as she shudders in chills of pain, so does he shudder in exquisite sadistic pleasure.

"Why did you let it slip out?" he scolds her playfully, his prick slapping against her cheek; now, in order to take him into her mouth again, she has to not only pull on the chain, but to bend her head down and suffer the pull of the hook. "Try again," he says, rutting his glistening cock against her face, her entire body horripilated from the pain.

Trembling from her agony, she seeks his cock with her open mouth; relishing the ripples of pain passing over the muscles of her face, he teases her by pulling back and moving from side to side, withdrawing his prick every time she is about to catch it.

"Come and get it," he laughs as he dances his prick before her face, a laughter so high it's a giggle.

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Strung Up Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Hard BDSM, Darkfic, Ravishment Warnings: Non-con (but of the ravishment sort, so she gets to come), hard BDSM (including suspension bondage, an anal hook, caning and anal fisting among many other things). Heed the Ao3 tags. Length: ~19 200 words (and nearly all of it evil sex at that). Summary: Gan binds Tan Qi, strings her up to hang from the ceiling and proceeds to take his pleasure of her by torturing her and fucking her as he pleases.

A/N: Here we go with the fucked-up shit again! And a real, proper BDSM session at that! Took me ages to write this and to polish it up, and I sincerely hope all of you perverts will enjoy it. If you do, do let me know with a comment and/or a reblog of the PF or Tumblr promo post; I always love to hear from you guys.

There's a set of whips and canes resting on a rack against the wall, and a table full of various toys made of leather, metal, even jade; with most, it's impossible to tell the difference between torture implement and pleasure-toy, some of them being so viciously contoured it's clear that they're designed for both. And those are just the objects she thinks she can recognise; there are several whose purpose she can only guess at, but would rather not, shuddering at the possibilities.

Gan comes to stand behind her, smiling over her shoulder as he sees her looking at the toys.

"Do you like what you see?" he murmurs in her ear and strokes her flanks with a feather-light caress of his fingertips; she flinches from the sudden touch, trying to pull away from him. "If you please me, I might let you play with some of my toys," he purrs, his beard scratching her ear. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Go to hell!"

He bursts into laughter. "Oh, so it's hell that you want? Well, I can give you that," he says and gives her arse a hard slap, then squeezes her buttock with a grip hard enough to bruise; ignoring her cries, he proceeds to spank her vigorously with his hand, smacking her arse with dozens of harsh, stinging blows. His strokes send her swinging by her bonds, every new smack throwing her off balance until she's dancing there on her toes; she cries out in indignation, but that just makes him chuckle and smack her arse harder, harder until it glows a beautiful red.

Finally, he yanks her head back by the hair, pressing himself against her back. "Is this what you prefer, then, you little pervert? Hmm?" he says breathlessly and slides his hand down her belly to her pussy, squeezing it tightly. "Being a bad girl, because you know you'll be punished?"

She screams delightfully, and he knees her legs apart, smacking her pussy with his hand; he beats it with cruel, unsparing blows, kicking her legs open every time she tries to close them.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks softly and comes to stand before her. "Trying to run away from me? Hmm?" he asks, pulling her upright by the hair, forcing her to tiptoe. "Would you rather I slapped your face instead?" he says and smacks both her cheeks. "Or your pussy?" he asks and flicks it with his fingers rapidly, a volley of sharp little darts of pain.

She spits in his face.

He just laughs and digs two fingers deep inside her pussy, making her scream; he spits in her face in turn, then licks it off her cheek, his fingers making a wet noise as he hooks them inside her. "Just as I thought. A perverted little slut," he snarls and pulls out his fingers, holding them out in front of her face; they are glistening from her sap. "Why is your pussy so wet?" he asks, twirling his fingers triumphantly. "Hmm?"

When she turns her face away, he just sucks his fingers, then pinches them around her clitoris, pulling her closer by it; her horrified scream is delicious. Squeezing her clitoris tightly, he begins to rub it vigorously from side to side, holding her by the hair so that she has to face him; soon, she is sobbing and shaking in unwanted pleasure, her belly dipping and her thighs clutching around his hand as she writhes there. He grins wickedly, his eyes narrowed as he nuzzles her with nose and bearded mouth; cooing, he takes little sips of her gasps and mews, giving her lips little licks and sucks, drinking in her disgusted moans.

Just as she starts to tremble in a way that heralds an oncoming orgasm, he yanks his fingers out, then slaps her cheeks; he presses his forehead against hers, cutting off her scream by grabbing her throat.

"You'll beg me for the right to come," he says, looking into her eyes sternly. "And for the right to stay alive, too, if you choose to be difficult," he says softly, giving her windpipe a squeeze in warning. "Now, I ask you again: are you going to be a good girl for me?"

Title: Craving Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Xia (Original Female Character) Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Romance, Kink Exploration Warnings: Very light S/M (a couple of slaps here and there and Gan being his usual dominant lay). Light and fun sex this time, including DP with sex toys. Length: ~6100 words Summary: After having heard the legends about Empress Wu having taken two men at the same time, Xia wants to try the same thing. She invites Gan over to test the idea--first, with some toys...

A/N: Yeah. Xia wants to try DP. Yes, Grouse has written another light PWP! I promise that the next story I mean to post (gods willing) will be evil, violent ravishment stuff again:P Oh, and this may or may not have a sequel coming up, with a certain queer Cavalryman raring to go... *whistles innocently*

He chuckles. "Ai-aia," he says and lies down, shuffling further back on the bed while still keeping her astride him.

Once she's caught her breath, she stretches her arms luxuriously atop him, lacing her fingers above her head; he looks at her breasts happily, loving the way they jiggle with her movements, so heavy and full. He cups them in his hands, plays with them, but is still restless; he's held back from coming, so that he can save it all up for when he finally gets to fuck her arse. That urge, that drive burning in his hips is hurrying him on, like a horse desperate to gallop after a long time in the stable.

"Open enough, my dear?" he asks and wets two fingers, then presses them to her arse; she is shocked, but leering mischievously, he pushes those fingers inside. It's an awkward position, however, so he relents soon. "Have you got other toys?"

"I do, but the bag's over there," she nods towards the bedside table; a large bag of purple silk sits there, as does the bowl of lubricant. "I'd have to get it."

"Lazy," he growls and slaps her arse. "Do you know what you're going to do?" he says with a menacing glint in his otherwise playful eyes.

"Mmm?" she asks and squeezes her cunny's muscles tightly around his prick.

"You, my lady," he snatches her arms behind her back and slaps her breasts, "are going to crawl to that table on all fours, with your pussy pushed out and your arse in the air, and you will get me that bag and that bowl." He nips her lower lip with his teeth in warning. "And you are going to bend over for me and offer me this little tail of yours, so that I can play."

He shoves her off himself with deliberate, exaggerated brutishness, just to see her deliciously indignant, furious face; he grins like a bastard and pats her arse. "Now, hurry up, bitch."

She slaps him for that; he groans from pleasure, then strokes his cock, hissing through his teeth. "Good girl," he purrs and licks his lips, kneeling on the bed to watch. "Now, let me see you do it."

She does it slowly, in a tease; he loves to watch her perfect pussy retreating from him and her arse swaying, and seeing just how low those heavy breasts of her swing. Her anus is still glistening a little; his cock pulses in his hand as he thinks of just how hard he's going to soon make it gape.

Title: Like A Lover Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Romance, Sexual Fantasy, Ravishment Warnings: Mild and brief kinky elements, but it's not what I'd classify as a BDSM fic. Technically non-con, but about as romantic as ravishments get--she's enjoying herself quite a bit. Rather, I should warn readers for Gan being OOC-level romantic in this fantasy of his, but he's aware of that, too. My headcanon is that his "hurf durf, me likes to smack bitches" bluster is exactly because women *get* to him. Length: ~5900 words Summary: When masturbating, Gan allows himself to spin a dangerous fantasy of what it'd be like to bed Tan Qi as her lover, not her violator.

A/N: Something romantic for a change amidst all these brutal ravishments. Sometimes even the beast dreams of passionate, wild lovemaking. Fear not, your good author will get back to all the cruel, kinky violations soon enough, Venus willing. :P

"You bastard," she mutters, clutching his head with her thighs, clutching his hair with her fists.

"You're welcome," he grins, then pulls a long string of sap from her cunny with his tongue to show her her own arousal; when he presses his lips tightly around her clitoris and starts to suck, she throws her head back and moans helplessly.

"Son of a bitch!" she groans, pulling his hair to better grind her hips against his mouth. She hates her body's surrender to him, he can tell, and that makes everything so much better.

He doesn't reply to her after that, only keeps up his rhythmical sucks until she's so swollen and so hot it's intoxicating, his beard drenched from her arousal by now. He whips her clitoris with his tongue as he sucks it, and he can feel her inner muscles squeezing around the need of a prick; he sucks on two of his fingers and places them at the mouth of her sex, searching her eyes.

"Well?" she blinks.

"Some women hate fingers," he shrugs.

She groans, exasperated. "What do you care?! You beat women up, force them into sex and then, suddenly, act like--like some tender lover?!"

"Call it a perversion," he grins and begins to slowly ease his fingers inside of her, delighted when he finds soft wet heat.

"I call you a rapist," she spits.

"And I call this a wet pussy."

He sucks her clitoris with yet more passion for that, fucking her with his fingers skillfully out of sheer spite; he does this until she squeezes around them and her back arches off the bed, her fists clutching the bedclothes.

"Please!" she groans. "Stop pretending!"

He pulls back and licks his lips. "Pretending what?"

"Why? Why do you do all... this?" she cries and nods down to her cunny, with a look encompassing this whole seduction. "Why do you pretend to care whether I like it or not? Because if you really cared about how I felt, you would not be forcing me to sleep with you in the first place."

His eyes flash, and he pins her wrists down to the bed; he knees her legs apart and slides the head of his cock inside of her. She is so wet and so open he can do this easily, barely needing to guide himself inside; growling, he holds her down and kisses her hungrily, making her taste her own sweetness off his tongue, letting her feel just how thoroughly she's soaked his beard.

"Is this how you'd prefer it, then, missy?" he says softly, dangerously; he arches his back and drives his prick inside of her as deeply as he can, taking her cry into his mouth. "Hmm? A little violence, is that it?" he bites her lip hard, just this short of drawing blood. "Are you one of those girls who can't enjoy it unless they're ravished?"

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: Sweet Dreams Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Jiao (Original Male Character) Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Slash Warnings: None, really. This is pretty mellow, as far as Gan pr0n goes. He doesn't even slap Jiao once! Length: ~2300 words Summary: Jiao falls asleep in Gan's bed and has a steamy, filthy wet dream of him. He comes so hard he wakes up--only to find Gan himself standing at the foot of the bed, bemused and amused...

A/N: What it says on the tin. Despite being straight, Gan allows Jiao to... well, find out. Wonders never cease. Jiao, of course, is over the moon.

Gan runs his hand lightly across the thick bulge of his erection, his breathing heavier as he pleasures himself with the soft, smooth texture of the silk; he sweeps his fingertips in a feathery caress across his balls, then his shaft, finishing with a little drum of his fingers upon the tip. To Jiao's torment, Gan repeats these caresses until the silk clings to his cock so tightly Jiao can tell he's drawn back his foreskin; the next rub of his fingers across the tip leaves a wet stain upon the silk, the scent of his sap so strong now that Jiao can smell it from where he's standing beside the bed.

Gan sighs in pleasure and gives Jiao a languid look through his heavy-lidded eyes; his kohl having smudged from the day's toil makes his eyes look even more devilish and debauched than usual.

"What's the matter, faggot?" Gan asks playfully. "Aren't you going to offer me--" and he squeezes his prick with a hiss, "a goodnight kiss?"

"I wouldn't dare!" Jiao cries, bowing his head in a salute.

Gan tilts his head lazily, letting it loll on the pillow. "Shame," he says with a playful raise of his eyebrow.

Jiao hates being trapped like this; as Gan flashes him a sharp white grin through his curly whiskers, Jiao feels like a half-dead mouse must when a cat refuses to kill it, still keen to torture it for its sport. Yet, at the same time, in a perverse way, it arouses Jiao tremendously to be Gan's plaything like this, an object for him to whet his sadism upon.

"Would you like to kiss me, faggot?" Gan asks bluntly. "And don't give me any of that 'my will is your will, sir' bullshit. Just be honest."

"Y-yes, sir," Jiao says quietly, his eyes cast down. "But only if you want it, too, sir."

Gan is surprised by that last addition, not knowing what to say at first. Jiao knows very well that Gan must have developed if not homosexual desires, then a curiosity about them at least, in the course of all the years he's been the unwilling object of Jiao's unrequited lust. But now, Gan is the one feeling trapped: if he commands Jiao to kiss him, he will have admitted to desiring him.

"Why should a man care if his desires are reciprocated or not?" Gan replies brusquely, overcompensating for his nervousness with masculine bluster. "If I want a bitch, I will fuck a bitch, whether she likes it or not. If she doesn't like it, that's her problem."

Jiao stays silent and remains bowed, glancing at Gan warily from underneath his brows.

"At ease, faggot," Gan finally says and waves his hand. "Come and sit here," he says and pats the bed beside him.

Title: Ring of Evil Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character/Right Cavalry Soldiers Rating: NC-17 for sex and graphic violence, sexual and otherwise Genre: Darkfic, PWP, Hard BDSM, Non-Con, Horror, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Warnings: YE OLDE FUCKEDE UPPE SHITTE. Big, big warnings for brutal non-con in this one--dark even by my standards. While she does enjoy it a couple of times (and gets to come at least twice), this is definitely more rapey than ravishey and quite violent. There are several extreme kinks featured herein, so heed the Ao3 tags. Length: ~5700 words Summary: On Lin Jiu Lang's orders, Gan and his men burn and pillage a gentry lord's estate, and brutally rape the only woman left in the village: the lord's beautiful, beloved concubine.

A/N: The title comes from the Chinese term for gang rape, if that's any indication. This is really dark and horrific--exploring the horror of the "medieval village in flames and soldiers raping and pillaging" trope, so I'm not sure if "ravishment" is even applicable. IDK if the lady agreed to be left behind in the village to hold back the Cavalry's advance (in which case, she consented, even if she knew what was coming), or if the lord sacrificed her for that purpose because he was as big a monster as the Cavalrymen. So I decided to leave it ambiguous, to add to the horror. Please heed the warnings. See further notes (including endnotes) on Ao3.

"They all want it," a particularly vicious-looking young officer says; Hui is even nastier with women than Gan himself is, his narrowed eyes glittering with menace. "They all dream of being raped. Every one." He caresses her cheek in a mockery of tenderness. "Don't you, sweetheart?" he says and turns his caress into a slap. "Hmm?"

"Well, now your fantasy's come true," Gan says and begins to slide his cock inside her pussy. The scream she lets out is heart-rending, horrific, ugly but beautiful to the men's ears; Gan almost comes as he feels its vibrations echoing inside her body, the tight squeeze as her muscles try to eject him in vain.

"Hui, put your hand over her mouth."

There's no one to hear them, and Gan loves to make women scream, so it's for different reasons that he wants Hui's hand on her mouth: he wants to terrorise her, so a soldier's dirty, sweaty hand is perfect for the purpose. Hui leers and clamps his hand over her lips, the men loving the way this makes her scream even harder; Gan rewards her with longer, deeper thrusts, the slickness of her pussy betraying her pleasure, allowing even Gan's hefty prick to slide in and out of her with ease.

Yet, she keeps on screaming, so Gan tilts his head and pouts. "Oh, poor you," he coos in mock-pity. "Poor, poor you. Are you scared?" he taunts and spreads her pussy, pulling open her folds. "We just want to play with your pretty little cunny, that's all," he says softly as he inspects her, watching his monstrously thick cock brutally splitting the white and pink lips again and again. "We don't often get to play with pale girls like yourself, you see; pink cunnies like yours are a rare treat. Don't you think it's pretty, boys?"

"Very pretty," they say.

 "Yeah, nice and fat," another agrees, licking his lips like contemplating a delicious dish.

"Nice and meaty," Hui says and slaps her clitoris, making her shriek into his hand. "Yeah... You're going to take all our cocks in this fat little cunt," he says and slaps it again, making Gan groan in pleasure as she jerks around him in pain.

"Are you going to give her your special treatment, General?" one of the men says, leering nastily.

Title: Autumn Moon Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Xia (Original Female Character) Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Hurt/Comfort, Dark Romance, Character Study Warnings: Not really. It's the lovemaking of an established couple with only a dash of kinkiness (i.e. heavy nipple play and hair-pulling and wild fucking). But it's definitely more romantic than violent. Length: ~5600 words Summary: Gan and Xia make passionate love in the moonlight, all night.

A/N: Another installment in the Tigers' Dance series. More melancholy lovemaking from Gan and Xia (AKA Mrs. Lin Jiu Lang)--the once-proud noblewoman devastated and humbled by her love and the rough, tough, aging soldier struggling to express his love towards her in turn. Not very kinky, but these two seem to bring out my best writing, so it's of a higher quality than a lot of my quick pr0n fare. So, if you want fierce and emotional fucking (and by "emotional," I don't mean whiny and weepy, but passionate), and more solid, Romantic and lyrical writing than a lot of my recent stuff, this should be right up your street.

"Make me feel it, Xia," he groans and squeezes her breasts savagely, make me feel like I'm alive, he thinks, but can't say it out loud; yet, going by the look in her eyes, and the way she now closes her fingers around his nipples and pinches, she understands exactly what he means.

She starts to ride him more vigorously, now, devouring his mouth with kisses; she squeezes his prick tightly with her muscles every time she comes down, gyrating on top of him until he groans into her mouth. She sets out to pinch and pull and twist his nipples just as hard as he's now squeezing her breasts, so that it becomes a kind of a pleasure-pain duel; she slaps his nipples, even digs her nails in, pulling them so hard he's sobbing into her mouth.

He thrusts up into her firmly, meeting her rides, and she slams his hips into the bed with her own; soon, they're fucking so wildly the room rings with the rapid slap of her buttocks against his thighs. She's moaning continuously and grinding her arse down onto his hips, rolling it with every thrust; she twists and pulls on his nipples so hard he's flushed red all over, shaking from arousal.

With a roar, he flips her onto her back and drags her to the foot of the bed by the legs, himself kneeling on the floor; he yanks her hips to the edge of the bed, then arranges her so that her legs are over his shoulders. And when he enters her again, it's divine, her pussy's walls so sensitive from all their frenetic fucking and her premenstrual heat; she is shocked by how amazing it feels, rubbing her clitoris like a madwoman and sobbing into his mouth.

"You feel so good," she groans, the words so shamefully inadequate that she tosses her head from side to side from frustration. "Nobody's ever fucked me like this, nobody's ever felt this good; I didn't know sex could feel so good," she moans and looks into his eyes, the dance of his hips turning her flesh into honey, every atom of her body weeping with love for him. "Nobody's ever loved me like you do," she sobs, so humiliated and brought low by her love for him; all the haughty pride and coldness she's so carefully cultivated all her life, all her emotional detachment he's shattered into dust with his love, so that she can never put the old Xia together again.

He looks down at her, sniffing--tears?--and tossing his hair over his shoulders; as he kisses her leg, his eyes look anguished, his tongue trembling in his open mouth.

"Xia--" he chokes and looks down to where he's sinking into her, shuddering in his own pleasure, the muscles on his chest and belly rippling from exertion--or emotion? Both? She cannot tell. He looks as if he's about to speak, but fails to find the words; instead, he looks into her eyes and thrusts very very deep, nestling against her womb, and rolls his hips.

She screams hoarsely from that, and he repeats that deep thrust and roll, still staring into her eyes. The look in his eyes--always so cruel, even when he is not torturing her--is even more devastating than his strokes, leaving her even more helpless than the violent release he now plunges her into. Her whole body, he's struck open, so open; she's gushing, flooding his cock, her wetness spraying everywhere with his thrusts and her wild rubbing of her clitoris.

He's the one shouting out loud, now, the tendons on his neck straining as he throws back his head, sweat rolling down into the hollow between his clavicles; she can feel him coming inside of her without meaning to, helpless to stop himself from being pulled into the storm of her climax. He groans and shudders violently as his release rocks his body, yet he keeps on moving: he can't stop fucking her, her wonderful body so completely hot and wet and open for him, swallowing him in her love.

"I love you," he says, the words bursting out from between his lips wetly, plosively, drops of saliva spattering his beard; "I love you so much, Xia," he sobs, humiliated by his love, by how clumsy his words sound. "I can't stop fucking you, can't stop fucking you," he groans. "Your perfect pussy, your perfect tits, your perfect arse," he speaks rapidly, as if listing the weapons that have given him his scars.

Title: Bitter Medicine Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment, BDSM, SPANKIIIIINGGGGG Warnings: Except for the mild dubcon (which soon turns into consent) and a bit of slapping (because it's Gan), nah. This is yet more CharmingRogue!Gan ravishment fare. Length: ~11 800 words Summary: Tan Qi sees a kinky sex show at a brothel--and develops a craving to be spanked and flogged like the woman playing the victim. Little does she know General Gan lies in wait, more than happy to deliver...

A/N: A spanking! A spanking! And then, the oral sex! 

"Let me go!" she screams and struggles, but to no avail.

He just laughs at that and grabs her belt, tying her wrists behind her back with it. That done, he slips his hand into her undone trousers, discovering the hot wetness there. "Knew it!" he growls and squeezes her pussy, making her cry out in pain. "Knew I could smell a wet cunt. Well, then, since you want me so much," he says and yanks down her trousers, then drapes her across his knees, "today's your lucky day, you little slut!"

And he smacks her on the buttocks, hard; it's no play-slap, this, nor are the harsher slaps that follow. Putting his back into it, he spanks her with the full force of his arm, no matter how hard she yelps and writhes in his lap; chuckling, he beats her and beats her, the slaps ringing loudly in the room. Yet, each one feels amazing, this skin-to-skin punishment perversely intimate, each impact making her cunny ache even more; the expert torturer of women that he is, he can tell just how much she's enjoying this, delighted as he feels her body trembling in arousal. Laughing, he spanks her to his heart's content, and when she kicks and squeaks, he just slaps his other hand over her mouth and presses a finger to his lips.

"Shh. You don't want them to discover us like this, now do you?"

She stills from mortification; frowning, she looks at him over her shoulder. When he takes his hand off her mouth, she almost says "Don't hurt me," but that might just incite him into even worse punishments; after all, a spanking is nowhere near as bad as being made to dance on hot coals.

"No," she finally says.

"Good girl," he says and caresses her glowing red buttocks; grinning, he smacks them again and again, the pain going straight to her cunny.

Why? Why does it feel so good? Her wetness--and therefore, her scent--grows stronger the more he beats her; he purrs and slips his hand between her legs, pleased with what he finds. "I think you like this," he coos softly, closing his eyes in delight as he licks her taste off his fingertips. "Pretty little cunny you've got, too," he says and spreads her to look at it. "Do you know what I was going to do with the woman I was supposed to meet here tonight?" he asks, slapping and squeezing her buttocks some more.

"What makes you think I want to know?" she says and squirms; she's sure it must've been something unpleasant.

"Insolent little bitch!" he growls and snatches his belt from the bed; he closes his hand over her mouth and lashes her across the buttocks with the belt, making her jerk and yelp in shock. "You were the one who came here to spy on me; you were the one tickling your clitty in that closet, staring at my cock!" he cries, whipping her mercilessly with his belt, the pain so great she screams into his hand; yet, her cunny clenches and clenches, every burning stroke spreading more and more heat into her hips. Oh, but she loves it, even lifts her arse out for more, never having been so aroused in her life; her pussy is aching with all the blood packed into it, aching so much that she thinks she'll die if he doesn't take her soon.

Yet, he keeps on punishing her, whipping her relentlessly, his prick hard against her belly; his noises are strange near-whimpers of ecstasy, his breathing heavier from more than just the exertion. As he rubs the welts now rising upon her buttocks and coos with wicked relish, she shudders from his sadism, jerking in fear when he slips his hand between her legs.

"Why is your pussy so wet?" he asks softly, making her moan as he rubs her swollen clitoris, her slit dripping with sweet sap. "You were only a little wet when I found you, but now, look at you! Dripping like a mare in heat!" He lets go of her mouth, grabbing her by the topknot instead; he pushes two fingers inside her pussy and despite her cry of protest, begins to fuck her with them, the sound of her own wetness shocking to her. "Answer me!"