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FIC: Held Down (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, unrequited Gan Shoucheng/OMC, NC-17)

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Held Down Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, unrequited Gan Shoucheng/OMC Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment Warnings: Violent non-con, but of the ravishment sort, so She Enjoys It, Really; and Gan taunting and baiting Jiao, the token queer of the Cavalry again. Length: ~3700 words Summary: Once again, Gan fantasises about ravishing Tan Qi in the Right Cavalry courtyard, forcing her friends to watch. He asks his men to slap, pinch and claw at her as he violates her every hole without mercy. Jiao, as usual, wishes he were the one being ravished.

A/N: More kinky porn trash! Of the exact quick and dirty instafic kind you like! Rejoice! See Ao3 for further notes.

"Lift her onto the table and hold her down," Gan says, and they do: all of six men, Gan now guides to hold her down. One man to pin down each arm, one man to spread each leg; Fat Xue, he tells to stand beside her and await his orders.

Jiao--exactly because he's a cocksucker who lusts after him--Gan orders to hold up her head. "So that she can see what's being done to her," he says.

What Gan does not say out loud is that he wants Jiao to see his cock, too, so that he can taunt Jiao with it, Jiao very well knowing that Gan will never let him have a taste. So, that's four people Gan can now intimidate sexually all at once: this sends a huge rush of power rippling through him, making him groan in pleasure.

Smiling, he settles to stand at the foot of the table, prick in hand.

Letting Tan Qi's anticipation and terror build, Gan looms between her legs, displaying to her his beautiful, yet monstrously proportioned cock: thick and long and golden brown, with a broad, pink head, he strokes its underside lightly with his fingertips.

"Take a good look, my dear," he murmurs, his eyes narrowed with wicked delight. "All of this is going inside of you."

Tan Qi's face is furious, but Gan delights in the horror he can see beneath that icy defiance. Jiao is, predictably, lost staring at Gan's cock, the way he always is whenever Gan lets his men watch him ravish a woman.

Everyone is silent, the only sound in the courtyard the crackling of fires and the crunch of Gan's boots as he moves closer to Tan Qi; then, a soft, delicious sound of flesh on flesh as he begins to slap her pussy with his cock. The smacking, tapping sounds make several of the men shift and swallow and breathe more heavily; in no hurry to penetrate, Gan alternates slow ruts with his slaps as he teases her pussy, loving to watch the pink petals of her inner labia dragging across the dark golden shaft of his cock.

Gan tilts back his head and closes his eyes, his nostrils flaring; he has caught the smell of her fear, entwining with the sweet scent of her pussy. This combination is, by far, his favourite fragrance, more intoxicating to him than the most precious of perfumes.

When he lets his head fall and he opens his eyes, he grins like a satisfied cat. "Look at this, boys," he says, "and you, especially," he glances over his shoulder at Zhang Xiaojing.

As Gan carefully pulls back from Tan Qi, strings of her wetness follow him, proof of her body's betrayal dangling in glittering strands between Gan's cock and her pussy.

The men erupt in a roar of dirty laughter, cheering and whistling, delighted.

"She wants it!" they leer, "She's in love with you, General!" they laugh, "She's gagging for it!" they cackle.

(Ao3)

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FIC: Swimming With Celestials (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Characters, NC-17)

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: Swimming With Celestials Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Characters Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Fantasy Warnings: His fantasy is somewhat noncon and involves magical bondage, but otherwise, not applicable. Length: ~2200 words Summary: General Gan goes for a swim. Afterwards, he lies naked upon the warm rocks and masturbates, fantasising about being ravished by celestial maidens, apsaras and immortals. Little does he know he is being watched...

A/N: Something a little different this time. No ravishments of quivering girls, but the ravisher fantasising about being himself ravished by a bunch of supernatural girls instead.

Now, in his fantasy, Gan is pinned down by his spirit-lover; he spreads his limbs out upon the rocks, his legs and arms wide apart, as if chained by magical manacles. He strains there against his imaginary shackles, writhing beautifully as he tests the strength of his muscles against the fairy chains. He flexes his arms and his thighs, the muscles of his belly tensing and shifting as he thrusts out with his hips; now, the muscles of his chest quiver as he tries to pull his arms together, straining against chains that refuse to give.

He is an exquisite sight, the celestial declares, inviting all of her friends to watch: all the heavenly maidens are now marvelling at the beauty of this mortal warrior who had dared breach the gates of the harem of Heaven.

And now, thousands upon thousands of soft little spirit-hands descend upon his body: he tosses and moans out loud as they begin to ravish him. His belly dips from fairy fingertips brushing across it in a caress; his chest arches and then sinks again as another pair of hands thumps against it, to press him down into a phoenix-feather bed. The muscles of his forearms and shoulders ripple as invisible hands slide up and down them, feeling for the mortal warrior's muscles, tracing the scars he's earned from many battles. His thighs flex as translucent thighs settle down upon them, his toes curl as little spirit-fingers tickle his feet. His balls lift, cupped by divine palms, and his prick pulses in the clasp of magical hands, from caresses so marvellous few mortals will have ever known the like.

(Ao3)

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FIC: A Kind of Gratitude (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: A Kind of Gratitude Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: Hurt/Comfort, PWP, Historical Romance Warnings: Very mild S/M elements, more wild passion rather than true sadistic violence (!) Length: ~3800 words Summary: One dark autumn day, Xia saves Gan's life.

A/N: Gan and Xia (aka Mrs. Lin Jiu Lang) are at it again, and this time, it's getting very serious indeed--faced with the threat of him dying, she's starting to realise how much she cares for him, and vice versa. As in the previous stories in this series (which you can read without having seen the TV show), my headcast for Xia is Kathy Chow as she was in The Empress of China, but you can, of course, imagine whatever hot middle-aged lady you wish in the role.

He walks up to her from behind, pressing his armoured body against her back; he grabs her breasts and squeezes them hard, hissing in delight. This makes her breath catch, makes her tense against him. He but chuckles and embraces her very tightly, crushing her against himself. It's a shame about the armour, he thinks; he is as hard as steel and would love for her to feel it.

"Lift up your skirts; give me your arse."

He lifts up the apron panel of his armour, undoes his trousers and takes out his genitals. When she lifts up her skirts--no underwear, he notices with a chuckle--he lifts the apron panel up against her back and slips his erection between her buttocks, letting her silks fall between his cock and his body. There, he ruts against her, kissing her ear and neck, squeezing her breasts as cruelly as he can; he rocks her in his arms, holding her captive.

"Is this how you mean to thank me?" she says with a sarcastic smile. He can smell her arousal, feel how hard her nipples are against his hands.

"It's what I do best," he drawls, biting her neck, licking it. "Torture. Now, which kind would my lady prefer tonight?" he breathes heavily into her ear. "My hand? My belt? My whip?"

"Your body," she says, her own breathing now heavy, too; her cunny leaps, and she realises she is so wet she has dripped down to her thighs. "Show me your strength, my beast; show me your power. Show me just how alive you are; show me just how hard you can fuck."

Without a word, he guides his cock inside of her as they stand there, slowly rocking himself into her until he has penetrated her fully. When he touches the very back of her sex, he lets out a deep sigh of delight and clutches her hips greedily, with his fingers like claws.

"Now, my dear," he purrs in her ear, "we're going to slowly walk to that wall, and then I am going to fuck you against it."

(Ao3)

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FIC: The Kiss of the Beast: Crushed (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: Crushed Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment Warnings: Non-con roleplay and very violent sex. Length: ~2800 words Summary: General Gan crushes a slave girl into the wall by slamming into her with the full weight of his heavily armoured body. Several times. A/N: Armour porn? Armour porn. And not just any armour, but historically faithful Tang Dynasty armour, worn by a hot villain porn. Honestly, his costume was so incredible it deserves porn on its own.

"I want you," she says and he fucks her mouth with his tongue for that; she lifts her leg and he grabs it, wrapping it around his waist. "I want the fierce you," she says and undoes his cap. "Ravish me," she moans into his mouth. "Don't be tender, don't be kind."

He throws back his head and laughs; he cups her face with both hands and kisses her very softly and sweetly. "I was going to be tender tonight; passionate," he pants. "But is that it? Is it violence you want?" His eyes are slitted from delight, and he squeezes her breasts very hard, now, digging in his fingers like claws.

"Please, sir, stop! You're hurting me! Please, stop!" she moans in a play-acting voice, in a breathtakingly exact imitation of a quivering girl terrified of him, shaking in fear--and he should know.

Oh, the way his eyes light up at that, oh, his wicked leer! His cock flushes with hot blood, and he almost comes in his trousers.

"How dare you talk back to me, slave!" he grins and slaps her so hard she sees stars; she smiles at him, and he kisses her passionately, them both delighting in the play.

Now, he rams her up against the wall, deliberately crushing her with his armour. "Let's see how many times you can take this, shall we?"

And he pulls back again, now taking several steps back to gather speed and momentum.

Five paces away, he stares at her, leering.

She presses herself back against the wall, genuinely terrified.

He loves that.

(Ao3)

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FIC: The Kiss of the Beast: Stable (Gan Shoucheng/Original Male Character, NC-17)

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: Stable Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Male Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment Warnings: Hard BDSM, violent sex, typical macho straight guy vs. camp queer guy bullshit, etc. Length: ~5400 words Summary: Jiao, the Right Cavalry sissy, is having a wank at the stables. He fantasises about being beaten up and raped by General Gan--the big, angry, macho man of his dreams. A/N: Yes. Yes, I did it! Even if General Gan is hopelessly, pathologically straight, I managed to get some slash out of the beardy bastard by making this into Jiao's fantasy. See Ao3 for further notes.

Gan turns around and stamps his boot over Jiao's cock, rocking the weight of his fully armoured body onto it, making Jiao cry out and stiffen from pain.

"Pathetic," he says and kicks Jiao in the balls, so hard the pain explodes deep into his hips; he curls up with tears in his eyes.

Gan just kicks him onto his back again and slams his boot onto Jiao's chest, kicking the air out of his lungs, now truly crushing him into the stone floor of the stable. Flexing his knee and leaning in with his arm braced over his thigh, he sneers down at Jiao.

"Now, how do you like that, nancy boy?"

"Sir!" Jiao wails.

Gan spits in Jiao's face. "Stop whining and look at me, faggot."

When Jiao, shuddering, does so, Gan leans more of his weight onto Jiao's ribcage; tilting his head wolfishly, Gan rocks back and forth, testing how much of his weight Jiao can bear.

"Beg for me, cocksucker," he grins nastily; now, he slides his boot onto Jiao's throat and presses down. "Beg for me to rape you, and perhaps, I won't kill you."

(Ao3)

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FIC: The Kiss of the Beast: Sissy (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character/Original Male Character, NC-17)

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: Sissy Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, Gan Shoucheng/Original Male Character, Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character/Original Male Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment Warnings: Non-consensual sex but of the ravishment sort; they Enjoy It, Really. Gan teasing a queer guy in macho straight man ways. Length: ~5600 words Summary: General Gan taunts and prickteases Jiao, "the company sissy," who has a hopeless crush on his utterly straight commander. He makes Jiao watch as he takes a girl, teasing him with what he lusts after but can never have: his scarred, muscular warrior's body, his mighty, monstrous prick and a cruel, hard, nasty fuck up the arse. Finally, he asks Jiao to join in--"But don't touch me, or I will make you into a eunuch."

A/N: Yes! Yes, it can be done! The Kiss of the Beast, despite centering around a macho straight guy, finally gets to have a dash of slash! Note that the M/M here is unrequited, however; Gan just gets off on being a pricktease to the queer guy, because Gan/sadism=OTP. See Ao3 for further notes.

But now, everything is drowned under Gan's loud, obnoxious groan of pleasure as he slips inside: his head is thrown back and his eyes closed, his gloved fingers fanned out over the girl's gleaming, oily buttocks. Groaning deep in his belly, he begins to fuck the girl, relishing her pain and discomfort; he gives her buttocks hefty slaps, loud in his enjoyment of her.

"Fuck!" he snaps, slapping her and fucking her vigorously, the muscles on his torso and his arms tensing and gleaming with sweat as he puts all his energy into the fuck. "Such a good arse!" he moans as he takes her, making sure Jiao can see everything: the full, fat length of his oiled cock going in and out of the girl's distended arsehole.

The girl is covered in goosebumps, gasping, overwhelmed; Gan fucks her with slow and deep thrusts to make her--and Jiao--feel every inch of his raw virile power.

 "Sir!" she wails in despair, yet Gan fucks her all the harder.

"Does it hurt?" Gan croons at her in mock-pity.

"Yes!" she sobs--she's in genuine pain, jerking back from the force of his blows.

Gan reaches out his gloved hand and holds it out over her mouth. "If it hurts, bite into this!" he laughs and rams into her with a particularly cruel thrust.

Soon, the girl is sobbing and drooling as she bites into Gan's hand, her spittle hanging off it as Gan keeps holding it against her mouth, capturing her screams in his palm.

Gan fucks her raw, deliberately cruel and vicious, enjoying her pain as much as he's enjoying the tightness of her arse; his stomach rippling, he moans his pleasure loudly, then grins wickedly at Jiao.

Jiao knows exactly what Gan is thinking, before Gan even says it, Gan masking it as if he were speaking of himself:

"Wouldn't you love it if this were you?"

Wouldn't you love being the one fucking this girl? the girl thinks he's saying, but Jiao knows what he really means:

Wouldn't you love it if this were your faggot's arse impaled on my cock? Wouldn't you love it if it were you squealing here, wailing from how much it hurt, how *good* it hurt? Getting all these inches deep inside of your arse? Being taken by a big, hard, masculine man, being well and truly *fucked?*

(Ao3)

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FIC: General Gan's Secret Diary: Somnophilia (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, NC-17)

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Somnophilia Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Vignette Warnings: Non-consensual somnophilia; it's dubious as to whether she enjoys it. She might. Length: ~820 words Summary: Gan sneaks into Tan Qi's bedroom at night, to steal what he can't have during the day--her love. A/N: Just a little vignette. It's another fantasy of Gan's: of how he'd ravish Tan Qi in her sleep.

He sneaks into Tan Qi's bedroom at night, to steal what he can't have during the day--her love.

Quietly, oh, so quietly, he climbs into bed with her, the tails of his nightshirt whispering over his bare thighs.

Careful not to wake her, he settles behind her and spoons her, quiet in the blue moonlight.

He caresses her softly through her nightshirt, letting her get used to the warmth and weight of his body behind her, against her: like a newlywed bride comes to learn the warmth and the weight of her husband's body lying beside her.

Here I am. Your lover.

(Ao3)

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FIC: The Kiss of the Beast: Ravaged (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: Ravaged Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, Gan Shoucheng/OFC/Right Cavalry Soldiers, unrequited Gan Shoucheng/Right Cavalry Soldier OMC Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment, Group sex Warnings: Non-consensual sex, including a hard gangbang (of the ravishment sort, so she secretly enjoys it), BDSM, plus Gan teasing a queer guy with his mighty prick. Length: ~8000 words Summary: The Cavalry boys have arrested a wanton girl for having broken curfew in her lust to see her lover. General Gan chases her around the Right Cavalry courtyard, out to teach the little tart a lesson; he decides to share her with his men.

A/N: Pure kinky porn trash! Rejoice! If you enjoyed To Serve His Pleasure (and a *lot* of you did, it seems), you might enjoy this one. Re: the m/m tag, note that it's unrequited; see the Ao3 page for more notes.

But then, Gan is reaching over her and plunging two fingers into her arse, making her scream on his cock.

"Stop!" she cries, her voice hoarse from his taking of her throat; her saliva dangles down her chin. "You're hurting me! Stop!"

That just gets him to laugh and hurt her some more: he pulls on her arse with his fingers, them sliding in easily because of how much she'd dripped when he was fucking her. He just tugs and hooks his fingers roughly, making her scream and fall onto her face from the shock.

"Stop!"

"What's that?" he laughs incredulously, wrenches her head up by the hair and shakes it; horrified, she sees his prick bobs in sadistic delight as he gives her burning pain from both ends. "You're not in charge here, and don't you forget it!" he snarls and slaps her face, stuffing his cock into her mouth again. He hooks his fingers into her arse roughly, fucking her throat until tears run down her face, ruining the remains of her makeup. "Little whore," he growls and tugs her open. "I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

Dimly, she wonders which one of her sins he is referring to, when the table arrives. Gan hauls her bodily onto the hip-height table. "Head down, arse in the air," he barks and she is too terrified to resist, her legs shaking as she assumes the position: her pussy and arse pushed out, offered to all the men standing in the pavilion.

"This'll teach you to defy the Right Cavalry," he says and unbuckles his belt, holding her head down by the hair. He folds the belt double and whips her across the buttocks, striking her right across the pussy; when she screams, he grins and hits her again and again, the pain so great she sees stars.

"I think you're enjoying this," he laughs, now a little breathless. "Unbelievable!" 

He taps her pussy with the belt, and from between her legs, she can see she is dripping in strings; he is pulling shimmering strands of her wetness from her pussy with the belt. "Did you ever see the like?" he laughs at his men.

(Ao3)

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FIC: General Gan's Secret Diary: Full Body Search (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi/Yao Runeng, NC-17)

Title: Full Body Search Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi/Yao Runeng Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, sexual fantasy, instafic Warnings: Non-consensual sex, but it's a ravishment, so She Enjoys it, Really, etc. Yao doesn't. Double penetration happens. Length: ~3200 words Summary: When Yao asks Gan if he's done a full body search on Tan Qi yet, Gan tells Yao to hold her still while *he* does it.

A/N: This one is just a quick, trashy instafic, but as I know some of you get a kick out of trashy instafic, here you go. I'm surprised nobody had written this yet--the moment Yao asked Gan if he'd done a full body search on Tan Qi, you would've thought Gan would've jumped at the chance. Note that while he forcefully presses Yao into working as his ravishment assistant, this doesn't have any slash in it; it's just Gan being a dick (and hopelessly straight).

Gan makes a show of looking around, tilting his head. "No... nothing I can see." He smirks at Yao. "But you never know; she might be smuggling something here," he says and presses two fingertips to her entrance. When she lets out a noise of outrage and squirms, Gan is mock-surprised. "Too dry?" he tuts. "Some slave girl you are; you should always be ready when your master calls."

"You are not my master," she says quietly.

"We'll see about that," Gan says and sucks on his fingers, spitting on them to wet them. He tries again; Tan Qi stiffens in horror as Gan feels for her. "A tight little cunt," he says to Yao as he struggles to push his fingers inside, she being so small, "with strong muscles at the mouth. Very promising; I'm sure she's good at pleasuring a man." He tilts his head and asks her, casually, his voice light: "You do know how to dance on a prick, don't you?"

She spits in his face.

He just bursts into a slow, dangerous, deep and rumbling laughter: to her horror, he carefully dabs each drop of spittle from his face and licks it all off his fingers, sucking them with an exaggerated moan of delight.

"You know my weaknesses," he purrs, curling his other hand's fingers inside her; "I love it when a woman fights me."

(Ao3)

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FIC: The Silk and the Whip (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: The Silk And The Whip Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Erotica, Ravishment Warnings: BDSM (silk sheet bondage/blindfolding, riding crops), very dubious consent, sexual slavery Length: ~2000 words Summary: Gan has a peculiar idea: to imprison a woman underneath silk sheets and to whip her and ravish her through them--never allowing her to see his face.

A/N: I think Anaïs took over my brain with this particular idea--it sounded like something she would've come up with for the Delta of Venus. So, I went for it. 

Gan has a peculiar idea: to cover a woman entirely with silk sheets, everywhere except between the legs.

With only those parts exposed, she lies on a low, wooden table, arranged into a birth-giving position, her body pinned under rich, flowered sheets of red silk satin: the sheets are nailed to the table around her body, wrapped snugly around her thighs and hips. Her clean-shaven sex is the only thing visible, her body immobilised by the sheets nailed down around her limbs.

She is a new slave girl--so he can confuse her and terrify her with this, baffle her utterly, the girl not knowing what's happening to her. She hasn't even seen his face, has no idea of what he looks like: whether he's tall or short, thin or fat, young or old.

Naked, his hair in a loose ponytail, Gan kneels before her on a mattress, smiling as he sips from a cup of warm, spiced and honeyed wine.

In his other hand, he has a sharp-tipped, leather-covered riding cane; with this, he touches her here and there, both on the exposed and silk-covered parts of her, exploring her reactions to different kinds of touches.

"Now, I'm not going to hurt you..." he runs the tip of the cane across her belly and smirks, "much."

He gives sharp snaps to her nipples and her thighs through the silk, making her gasp--the silk dipping into her open mouth with her sharp intake of breath, fluttering a little.

(Ao3)

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FIC: A Feast of Innocence (Gan Shoucheng/Chancellery maid, Gan Shoucheng/OFC, NC-17)

Title: A Feast of Innocence Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Chancellery maid, Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Historical Erotic Romance, Fluff and Smut Warnings: Underage sex, feather-light BDSM (slapping and clawing and biting of eager female flesh and such), references to Gan's sexual violence. He's definitely a dirty old man taking advantage of a horny teenager, but she likes it. Length: ~13 100 words (yes, that's a lot of very, very thorough deflowering of all orifices, and then some!) Summary: A young maid at the Chancellery has developed a burning infatuation for the notorious General Gan. Her mistress arranges them a tryst--and strikes a bet with Gan that he can't possibly spend a night with a girl without mauling her, the sadistic pervert he is. Gan takes up the challenge--it'll be a nice change, he says!

A/N: This is something of a crossover between two of my series: Tigers' Dance (where General Gan and Xia, aka Mrs. Lin Jiu Lang, are lovers), and The Kiss of the Beast (a set of unconnected tales of Gan's sexual adventures with everyone who isn't Tan Qi or Xia). You needn't have read either series to enjoy this story, however. My headcast for Ping Er is one of the unnamed maids escorting Tan Qi to the Chancellery gate in episode 33; see illustrations. Regarding the underage tag: in this story, Ping Er is somewhere in her mid-teens and sexually mature, so, at a typical marriageable age for the era.

He chuckles into her pussy. "I love it when a woman screams, especially when my cock is inside her," he purrs. "Scream all you like," he says and resumes his sucking, she doing likewise.

But then, all of a sudden, he wets a finger in her pussy and plunges it straight inside her arse, all the way to the knuckle; she screams louder than ever and loses her balance, slipping so that his cock slides into her throat, making her cough and choke. But he doesn't care: laughing wickedly, he fucks her arse with his finger, thrusting his cock into her throat; with a loud, animal groan, he smacks her arse with his free hand, hard. 

She screams and sobs onto his cock, but daren't stop sucking.

"Keep going," he rasps, slapping her buttocks and hooking his finger in her arse; "as deep as you can, girl," he snarls, "give me your throat."

Oh, Heavens! The stories are true! She tries to get purchase, now unable to hold onto his cock with her hands because of how hard he is hitting her arse. Hitting her! General Gan, the beast with women, is slapping her buttocks and tormenting her arse, now pushing two fingers in, while choking her with his cock at the same time. Is this what he does with all women?! she wonders deliriously, pulling off his cock, moaning breathlessly into his hip.

"Sir!" she cries out in shock.

"Does it hurt?" he laughs, and she can tell from his voice that he loves hurting her; she can't answer him because now he is sucking her clitoris again, hooking his fingers in her arse and she sees stars--

--she blacks out.

When she regains consciousness, she is lying on her back and he is leaning over her, chuckling. "Did you come?"

"I--I fainted! I'm sorry, sir!"

He lies down on top of her, settling between her legs; still chuckling, he cups her head with his hands and kisses her. "I was a little rough with you, I suppose. Did I hurt you?"

"Oh, no, sir!" she cries. "It just felt--well, it was a lot of things all at once!"

She is so sweet that she's making even his stony heart melt. "It'll be even more intense when I take you, my child," he murmurs, rubbing his cock in her slit, sighing happily. "I would very much like to do that now, Ping Er. Can you feel how hard you've made me?" he says, rocking against her pussy, shivering in delight as her soft wetness slides across his cock. "Feel how much I want you?"

(Ao3)

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FIC: General Gan's Secret Diary: Breathless (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, NC-17)

Title: Breathless Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Darkfic, Ravishment Warnings: BDSM, non-con/ravishment, and fucked-up sadistic breathplay/edgeplay with a noose. Not safe or sane or consensual. Length: ~3900 words Summary: Another one of General Gan's fantasies of what he could've done to Tan Qi in that cage. Tonight, he fantasises about the possibilities of that noose she had around her neck.

A/N: Would you look at that? After a couple of fluffier stories, Gan the Beast is back to his usual violent self! Yes, the fucked-up kinky darkfic is back! Rejoice!

He presses her against the bars of the cage, facing towards the courtyard. "So the boys can see the look on your face," he says and unbuckles his apron panel; she stiffens in fear as he lowers her trousers and lifts up her coat, tucking it into her belt. "As I give you the best fuck you've ever had," he purrs and rests the long, hot, heavy weight of his prick between her buttocks, letting her feel what will soon enter her.

He grabs the bars on either side of her head and presses against her, nuzzling her ear over her shoulder. "Or ever will," he murmurs softly, rutting the thick heat of his cock in her silken cleft, the equally silken skin of his prick stretched over muscle as hard as steel. Her pert little buttocks are so white and so soft, covered in goosebumps all over; the broad femininity of her hips such a stark contrast to her masculine attire.

He is in no hurry; he lets her anticipation build, caressing her in a mockery of the tender lover. He drags his mouth across her neck, flattening his tongue against the tendon to taste her fear, to feel the panicked flutter of her jugular. He undoes her coat and lifts out her breasts, weighing them in his hands; they, too, are a little more feminine than he'd expected, a little rounder and heavier than what the coat would've had him believe. He snarls in delight, squeezing them cruelly in his hands, his fingers like claws, twisting them until she cries out in pain.

"Yes..." he purrs, grinding brutally into her with his armoured weight, crushing her hips against the bars with his. "Perhaps I'll be your last," he says lightly. "Perhaps I'll tug on this," he says and pulls on the noose, tightening it against her throat, "just to see what your dying spasm will feel like around my cock," he laughs: the high, broken laugh of a madman. "Now, wouldn't that be interesting?" he asks, covering her mouth with his hand when she begins to scream in panic, cradling her cries of terror in his palm. "Hmm?"

His fantasy and her fear have made his cock wet at the tip, aching with hot, packed-up blood; he slams her against the bars, fucking the cleft of her buttocks, breathing heavily into her ear. "Now, if you wish to live, you must please me, please me well," he pants roughly.

Suddenly, he pulls off and yanks her backwards, so that she loses her balance and falls towards her death.

He catches her just before the noose does, a split second before it snaps her neck.

When she screams hysterically, he rams her against the bars again, blowing the air out of her lungs.

"See? I decide whether you live or die. And if you wish to live, you've got to be a very good girl for me. Is that understood?"

(Ao3)

[aikainkauna]

FIC: The Kiss of the Beast: Dance for the Rogue (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: Dance for the Rogue Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Historical Erotic Romance Warnings: Not applicable (!) Length: ~3700 words Summary: General Gan has to escort a foreign princess into Chang'an: she is to enter the Emperor's harem as a new Lady of Talent. When Gan discovers her special talent--dancing--he waits until they've made camp deep in the woods, then asks her to dance for him. Her staff are appalled at such a risqué request, but dare not defy the Cavalry, let alone their infamous commander.

Thus, that night, she dances for him by the firelight.

Later, by the light of that fire, he takes her.

A/N: Basically, I love that "rogueish general makes a lady dance for him" is an actual cdrama trope. This story was actually inspired by a romance like that in another cdrama, where a rogueish general made a foreign princess--about to become the Emperor's consort--dance for him, and they fell in love. And since our rogueish general also enjoys making ladies dance for him, well. What if there was a lady he wanted to see dance, a lady he wanted to seduce, but the beardy bastard had to hold back his sadism for once, because he feared the Emperor's wrath? Thus, good old bodice-ripping romance, INDULGENT bodice-ripping romance, FROTHY bodice-ripping romance ensued. Enjoy!

She thinks it's over, but he doesn't stop, only rests on the mats with her for a while, drawing blankets around them so that he can embrace her underneath them. "I can march fifty miles a day, and ride a hundred, if needs be," he boasts. "To make love all night is nothing to a cavalry officer."

"Who'd marry an emperor?" she laughs, a little melancholy, stroking his cheek--oh, what a stunningly handsome rogue she's being debauched by. She's only had childish crushes before, but now, she finds herself falling in love for the first time in her life. And of course, it has to be with a man she only gets to have one night of love with.

And now, tears fill her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

She tells him.

He kisses her for that. "Then, we'd better make the most of it," he murmurs, and begins to kiss his way down her body. He wants to possess all of her with his mouth, leaving no part unkissed; she yelps and giggles when he gets to the lovely pink soles of her little feet.

She returns the favour, committing all of him to memory: charting his body with her lips, she will never forget where the scars on his body lie. Raised and flat, wide and narrow, purple and white; she kisses each one, and each time, she thanks Heaven for him having survived that wound, so that she can make love to him by this fire tonight.

She marvels at his muscles, and when she notices he has started to soften a little at the waist, this only awakens a fierce tenderness in her; this, even if she can sense he feels a little awkward at the beginnings of a paunch. She kisses him there, too--although she is very distracted by the giant prick nudging her cheek, incredibly hard and hot.

She clasps it in her palm, he groaning in delight as she measures it with her hand, touching it, studying it with the kind of curiosity only a virgin can have. To think that a human being's body could do this! To grow so hard, so long, and yet with such incredibly soft and vulnerable skin covering this hardness, sliding back and forth over the muscle as he shows her how to stroke him.

It's true what they say about women's and men's bodies being each other's complementary opposites, for now, she truly understands what that means: his desire's hard, keen heat such a contrast to her own arousal's melting, yielding, wet softness. It truly is a magnificent organ, one she cannot stop caressing, adoring his ecstatic smile as she does so.

"It's a treasure. Like a jade baton in a silken pouch," she murmurs as she marvels at it.

"Oh, how much I would love to put it in your silk pouch!" he laughs. "Come here," he murmurs and draws her into his arms, slipping his prick between her thighs, rutting there against her wet heat. "I would love to take your cunny with this, to show you pleasures that I'm sure that the old man in his castle cannot give," he sighs and presses his forehead against hers. "But as I can't... there is another way for you to take me inside of your body, without deflowering. It will be a little painful, and you might find it distasteful, but--"

"Please," she says and kisses him eagerly. "Show me," she says, desperate to possess him.

(Ao3)

[aikainkauna]

FIC: Finding His Wisdom (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, NC-17)

Title: Finding His Wisdom Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: Erotica, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Historical Romance Warnings: Recurring mentions of Gan's sexual sadism, but otherwise, not applicable. Length: ~11 300 words Summary: General Gan has to work for the Peacekeepers. This means he is forced to behave himself, to not be such a bastard all the time. And as if that weren't bad enough, he finds that he's starting to develop a grudging respect for Tan Qi. Which, when added to his long-standing, sadistic crush on her, complicates things somewhat. He finds himself not wanting to hurt her any more: instead of violating her brutally, all he wants is to make love to her. And what the hell is that supposed to be about? How can he not wish to hurt a woman he wants? Is he out of his mind?!

As for Tan Qi... Zhang Xiaojing hasn't come back for a year, and he tells her in his letters that she shouldn't wait for him; she's been saving herself in vain. She's furious from romantic frustration, and yet, there's an eager man right here, nursing a desperate crush on her. A handsome man, who's much less of a bastard these days. An *exceptionally* handsome man, who'd much rather choose her than War for his mistress.

Thus, little by little, Tan Qi finds herself... *looking* at Gan more and more.

Until one day, she stumbles upon him stark bollock naked.

A/N: Yes. You read it right--I wrote an actual shipfic of these two. So, this time, it's not just one of Gan's fantasies, but actually happens in this particular AU. But, hey, if Gan switches his allegiance to the Crown Prince, and if Zhang Xiaojing would rather go off and fight wars, well. What if?

When she finds the astrolabe and turns around to leave, she gasps: Gan is standing right there before her. He blocks her path, so that she's trapped between him and the cabinet, and he is not moving anywhere.

There he stands, all naked muscle and black-and-silver hair and quite a fat cock--oh, Heavens, she shouldn't look--a beautiful fat cock resting between his thighs. A very beautiful, long fat cock, its tip dangling well past full, round, heavy balls.

And he smirks; he's noticed her looking. He really wants to glance down at himself and say "It gets bigger," or "It's cold in here," or something ironic like that, as if his prick were in any way modest at rest.

But he doesn't. He just tilts his head a little, purposefully not looking her in the eye, staring down instead.

Tan Qi doesn't move. Her heart is racing, her breathing fast; he is waiting for her to react.

"General Gan..." she finally says, her voice weak.

But he doesn't look up, just keeps on smirking; now, he's definitely looking at her breasts, and she is more and more nervous.

"Look me in the eye, please."

"Why? So you can tear out my eyes?"

She rolls her eyes. "Just look."

"If you promise not to tear out my eyes," he says, definitely with a flirtatious tone, now.

"All right, I promise. You can look at me, now."

"Only now, or from now on?" he still doesn't look up, exactly so as to infuriate her.

She gives him another eyeroll and a weary sigh. "From now on. Come, stop playing games, General. Just look at me."

Finally, he looks at her; her heart skips a beat, because she knows that look. The way he smirks at her, his kohled eyes languid and warm with desire: it's the same lustful, dark, hungry look he'd given her when sniffing her veil, when watching her dance. The disgusting, drooling animal, inhaling the scent of a female; the sexual sadist, aroused by a woman performing a sensual act perverted by pain.

She flushes scarlet, all the way down to her neck at the way he now devours her with his gaze: with his heavy-lidded eyes, he admires her figure lazily, his gaze lingering upon her lips. She doesn't know where to look, squirming; oh, but she must leave this room now--

But it's then that Gan puts his hands on the cabinet on either side of her, forcing her to retreat, to press herself back against it.

(Ao3)

[aikainkauna]

FIC: General Gan's Secret Diary: Courtyard Seductions (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, NC-17)

Title: Courtyard Seductions Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Ravishment, Instafic Warnings: Non-con of the ravishment sort, so She Enjoys It, Really. You know the drill. Length: Three stories of ~1500 words, ~2400 words and ~1900 words. Summary: Three of General Gan's fantasies of how he'd ravish Tan Qi in the Right Cavalry courtyard.

A/N: Pure fap fodder, and far less polished than my usual stuff, so don't expect poetics or deep psychological complexity: it's just complete and utter porn trash. But sometimes that's all you need for a nice, one-handed read. Ready your pantyliners; he's good at the dirty talk.

"Lift up your skirts and show him your pussy."

She's confused, so Gan elaborates. "Go on. Lift up those skirts and bend over; let him see what your pussy is like," he says with a nod towards Zhang Xiaojing. "You love him so much, so what's keeping you?" he smirks.

Well, she certainly didn't expect that; Gan feels a pulse of heat in his cock at the shock on Zhang Xiaojing's face, and the way Tan Qi looks like she wants the earth to swallow her.

Awkward, she goes down on all fours, takes off her undergarments and lifts up her skirts, exposing herself; she lowers her gaze, flushing so furiously it can be seen even from underneath her makeup.

"Well? What does it look like?" Gan asks Zhang Xiaojing, stroking his cock.

Zhang Xiaojing doesn't answer; he just glares. What can he say in a situation like this, so as not to upset Tan Qi? He certainly doesn't want to add to her humiliation, despising the way Gan is trying to use him as an instrument to bully her.

"Well?" Gan says, then turns to his men. "Lift a couple of those lanterns beside her, so he can see her better."

When his men do so, he asks him again. "Now. Tell me. What does she look like?"

"She looks like you'd expect a healthy young woman to look like," Zhang Xiaojing says quietly.

Gan glares. "What colour is she down there? Go on, spread yourself for him so he can see."

Zhang Xiaojing glares back at Gan, with a do we really have to do this? kind of expression on his face. 

"She's the same colour as everyone else is on the inside. Pink."

"What colour hair has she down there?"

"She's shaven."

Many whoops and whistles from the men, and a wide-eyed, exaggerated "Ooh" from Gan.

"Well! This, I have to see. Come here, my dear. Hold up your skirts, that's it."

(Ao3)

[aikainkauna]

FIC: The Chariot of Pleasure (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: The Chariot of Pleasure Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP Warnings: Kinkwise, if you're squeamish, read Ch 1 at your own risk. Might even count as dead dove, depending on your squicks (let's just say he squicked me). But it's not a violent BDSM fic, this one. It's just that Gan has a habit of pulling extreme kinks on people, and consent be damned. Length: ~1700 words and ~3800 words Summary: There's an attractive slave in the Chancellery cage whom Gan wants to buy, and they negotiate her price--pleasure. Is he able to pay that price? And has she any idea of what kind of a beast she's up against? A/N: Two variants of the same tale. The lady OC in this one turned out fun; there's lots of spicy back-and-forth between these two, and hot dirty talk and everything, especially in the second one (which has no squicky kinks, BTW, unless you're squicked by anal).

He hisses, stabbing the butt of his lance into the ground. "Either give me your price, or stop wasting my time." "Oh, sir, I do have a price. Whether you can pay it is a different matter entirely," she says, now kneeling and slipping her hand between his armour skirts, resting it on his inner thigh. He looks at her, indignant. But he is too attracted to her, too aroused to walk away; the touch of her hand makes his cock pulse with heat. "Come. Name it." "Pleasure, sir. Pleasure. That is the only thing I ask for: that you treat me well in the bedroom; that you will be unto me a good lover. That you will let me have my pleasure as you get to have yours: so that when we enjoy the pleasures of the bedchamber, we enjoy them equally. That is all. My dear General," she says, stroking his thigh, now bringing her hand to his groin in an exquisite, skilled caress, "if you know how to love me well," she says with her voice honeyed, her gaze lingering on each body part as she lists them, "if you know how to use your hands... your mouth... your prick," she traces the outline of his bulge, "your body to drive me mad with heat, to bring me to pleasure's peak... then, there is nothing I will not do for you, no perversion I will shy away from in order to please you, Master." She rises lithely to her feet and looks straight into his eyes, now close enough to kiss. "With pleasure, you will buy my heart, buy my adoration, enslave me in ways money cannot buy," she murmurs, almost brushing her lips against his, adoring how he tries to butt against her teasing hand. "This, I promise. Now, are you prepared to pay my price?" He laughs scornfully, but his laughter is a tad too high; his scorn doesn't entirely convince her. "You would tame the beast?" "Not at all, General. I want the beast--only reined in a little, yoked to the chariot of pleasure, his monstrosity turned to the service of passion. For I mean what I say about the perversions: promise me pleasure and there is nothing I won't do," and she slips her hand between his buttocks, rubbing there, making his eyes widen, "no part of your body I'll not worship, no taboo I won't break to serve your pleasure in turn." He snatches her hand by the wrist, his eyes now drunk from lust and fury. "Woman, you haven't yet met my perversions. I warn you, they're not for the faint-hearted." "They sound like mine," she says lightly. "Let me think about it." "I give you an hour."

(Ao3)

[aikainkauna]

FIC: Dance to the Whip (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, NC-17)

Title: Dance to the Whip Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, BDSM, Fetish (leather gloves, belts and whips, ring gags, bondage, etc.) Warnings: Non-consensual sex (of the ravishment sort, so she secretly enjoys it), hard BDSM and so on. Heed the tags. Length: ~4200 words Summary: General Gan chases Tan Qi in the Chancellery courtyard, out to undress her--with a horsewhip.

The cage and the General's sadistic pleasures await--and he never takes off his buttersoft, black leather gloves...

A/N: Another one of Gan's fantasies of what he could've done to Tan Qi in that cage (and outside of it). Inspired by the fact that in the original novel, Gan had a horsewhip and didn't hesitate to use it on people; it's what the Right Cavalry used for crowd control. Thus, he is quite adept at using it. And his belt. And his hands...

"Now, we're going to have some fun, you and I," Gan says, the silk tails of his cap bobbing; smirking, his eyes crinkled at the corners, his gaze glimmers black with evil. He wipes the drool from around Tan Qi's mouth with his gloved fingers and kisses her, slipping his tongue through the gag: he licks the roof of her mouth, tickling it, drinking in her helpless screams of terror.

"Why are you crying?" he asks, nuzzling her tears from her cheeks, rubbing his beard against them. "I haven't even hurt you yet," he laughs, like an adult who finds a child amusing.

He pushes four fingers in her mouth and presses down her tongue, tilting his head and frowning a little, inspecting her throat. "Yes... that's going to feel lovely around my cock," he murmurs. He chokes her with his fingers to give her a taste of what's to come, and to pleasure himself with the scent of wet leather; his nostrils flutter and his cock pulses sweetly as he slowly begins to stir into arousal.

With another sigh of delight, he hauls her up by the ropes, lifting her to her feet.

He opens the door of the cage and shoves her staggering out into the Chancellery courtyard, into the cold February night.

His men are standing in a circle around the courtyard, holding aloft torches and leering at her, taunting her and making lewd noises. She tries to escape into the garden, but even there, she is confronted by more cavalrymen swinging their torches, laughing and jeering at her: there's no way out.

She turns around, and the moment she sees what Gan is doing, her eyes widen in horror: she backs off, screaming for help through her gag, her spittle flying in the firelight.

For now, Gan lifts out his horsewhip: smiling sadistically, he strolls slowly towards her, running the tail of the whip through his left hand.

"Now, missy, we're going to play a little game." He snaps the whip taut between his hands. "Run!"

(Ao3)