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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)

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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)

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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)

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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)

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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)

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

Title: A Body of Conquest Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Romance, Ravishment Warnings: Starts as noncon, but it's a ravishment, so she Enjoys It, Really. You know the drill. No violence or kinky shiz whatsoever here; no anal, even (I know. A Grousefic with no anal. What's happened?). Just good old bodice-rippin' fun. Length: ~3000 words Summary: General Gan ravishes a proud, but sexually unfulfilled noblewoman. She resists this disgusting beast of a man at first, but when she realises the disgusting beast can give her all the pleasures she's had to do without in her marital bed, her resistance begins to melt...

A/N: Some smutty, frothy romance pr0nz for a change. No whips or chains, but satisfyingly Wild Ravishments (TM) nevertheless ensue.

"Let no one disturb us," Gan says to the guards and closes the door behind himself.

Chills run down her spine as he comes closer--the sounds of metal and creaking leather, his heavy breathing. He stands behind her, slides his arm around her waist and with his other hand, he gropes her breast. Greedily, he begins to kiss her neck, open-mouthed, his beard scratching her skin. He slides his hand between her legs and with a purr, squeezes.

"You dog!" she spits.

He but chuckles, rubbing her cunny, squeezing her breast with deliberate cruelty, making her shiver with arousal despite herself.

"Lift up your skirt," he rasps. "And take off whatever you've got underneath."

He doesn't turn around while she does this--under protest, of course. Oh, no: he keeps on holding her tightly, hugging her upper body from behind. When he slides his hand to her now-bare sex, she presses her eyes shut and winces; he cups it greedily, giving her pain.

"There's no use resisting. Every pretty woman that comes through that gate is mine," he purrs in her ear. "So you might as well enjoy yourself," he says, deliberately rubbing the top of her slit to give her pleasure. He licks her ear, rocking against her buttocks, loving how she is wetting against his fingertips. "Now. I'll let you choose the position I will ravish you in."

"How considerate," she scoffs.

He just laughs. "On the bed, on the floor, on the table, or standing up against the wall? On your back or on your belly, on your feet or on your knees?" 

(Ao3)

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

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Toys Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, Crack, Crack and Smut Warnings: Somewhat dubious consent (of the "oh, well, I guess I have to" sort). Length: ~3000 words Summary: Gan sneaks into Tan Qi's room, looking to steal a trophy to sniff on lonely nights. Her scent's worn off the green veil by now, so he hopes to find something to replace it with; perhaps even used underwear. To his surprise, he finds something even better than that: a bag of sex toys.

A/N: Crack premise, porny execution. Simple as that. Utterly silly porny trash, exactly because he's so Fucking Awful in canon that I have to subvert that sometimes. So, this is a lighter example of Gan's fantasies of Tan Qi, while he's clutching the green veil to his face (yes, he kept it) and wanking himself sore. 

Of course, Tan Qi walks into the room as soon as he's spread the contents of the bag onto her bed. Quickly, she closes the door behind herself. "I am not even going to ask what the hell you think you're doing." "I know exactly what I'm doing," he says and holds out a conical toy with a flared base, made of stuffed black leather. A courtesan had once shown him what these things were used for, and as Tan Qi is the sort of girl that likes to dress as a boy, well. In his fantasy, he is convinced that she is the kind of slave that specialises in being taken like a boy. "Li Bi did strike me as a potential homosexual," he says casually. "Is that why he asks you to dress like a boy?" She leans back against the door. "He knows nothing about those things. Put them back." "Oh? So, who do you use this to prepare yourself for?" he asks and holds up the toy. "Some illicit lover?" She comes to snatch the toy from his hand, but he holds it up. "Tell me." She sighs with exasperation. "It's for my own use. Like all of them." "Well, that's quite interesting. I've never met a woman who masturbated that way. Few women submit to sodomy to please their men; fewer enjoy it." He looks at her intently. She doesn't say anything. He still holds out the toy, far from her reach. "Which means you're a woman after my own heart," he says, his leer widening. "Tell me, what will you give me for not running out with these things and showing them to everybody present?" She sighs. "Don't tell me. You demand a demonstration." His grin nearly splits his face. "Correct." He wiggles the plug. "Lock the door."

(Ao3)

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FIC: Binding the Tigress (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: Binding The Tigress Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, dark het Warnings: BDSM, consensual sex but with him forcing his fetishes upon her against her will. Heed the tags. Length: ~6400 words Summary: Gan and Xia continue their dangerous, violent love affair, despite the risk to their very lives. This time, he's brought ropes, and plans to do something she won't like... A/N: A sequel to The Tiger's Bite. Gan and Xia, aka Mrs. Lin Jiu Lang, continue to meet in secret. As before, my headcast for Xia is Kathy Chow as she was in The Empress of China, but you can, of course, imagine whomever you wish.

They can't risk fucking; caresses are the only way to sate his lust. Either way, he will not leave this carriage until he's come, he hisses in her ear between wet kisses; he rubs her between the legs, making her gasp quietly into his mouth. They can only speak in whispers, having to keep even those to a minimum; they speak with their bodies instead, gesturing, guiding each other's hands with sharp breaths and quick glances.

She has to stroke him in secret, underneath the armour panels and shirts. She looks into his eyes as she strokes his cock, he kneeling before her: he is breathing heavily, his eyes slitted in lust, his lip curled in a snarl. His hands are clenched tightly into fists, upon taut thighs; only an embroidery frame she'd been working on is veiling their actions. This ensures their actions couldn't be seen, even if somebody decided to pull back the curtain of the carriage.

"Use this," she whispers, and hands him a silk handkerchief to come into.

He laughs scornfully, raising his eyebrow. "Woman, I'm going to come in your mouth."

(Ao3)

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FIC: The Glut of His Evil (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, NC-17)

Title: The Glut of His Evil Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Non-consensual Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, implicit Tan Qi/Zhang Xiaojing Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex and violence Genre: AU/Canon Divergence, PWP, Darkfic, Dark Het Warnings: Non-consensual sex, some canon-typical violence Length: ~11 000 words

Summary: General Gan forces Tan Qi to dance in front of his men, then makes Zhang Xiaojing watch as he rapes her. She only yields to save her beloved; Gan may do whatever he wants with her body, but he'll never have her soul. She closes her eyes and thinks she's pleasuring Zhang Xiaojing... and that backfires on her, as she finds herself aroused in Gan's embrace. Who's she burning for, now, her darling or her rapist?

Notes: AU diverging from the Right Cavalries courtyard scene: Gan makes Tan Qi do a different kind of dance. And yes, I know I am going to hell on a sançai horse. Thank you. But Gan Shoucheng is in the saddle behind me, so.

"You're in luck; I will let him watch." When she gasps and stiffens, Gan places a fingertip on her lips. "Remember, if you don't play nice, we have no choice but to burn his eyes. Surely you don't want that, now do you?" he asks and taps her lips. "You'll want him to see how beautiful you are in the throes of passion," he leers, his every word sticky-sweet as he circles her, "when you're flushed from caresses," he slides his finger down her neck, "when you're taken by a man who knows how." He devours her with his eyes, his breath hot and wet and sweet from wine. "And I will let him see that. Oh, I will let him see everything." She is silent as she trembles there, taut in her hatred, her horror, her shame; disgust twists in her guts and she wants to be sick. Gan tuts, putting on a mock-pitying voice as he admires the swell of her breasts, the quivering of her stomach. "You've been saving yourself up for him, haven't you?" he croons and moves to stand behind her, both of them now so close to Zhang that Tan Qi can feel Zhang's breath on her breasts. Gan begins to caress her flanks, inhaling perfume from her hair, sliding his warm, greedy hands all over her body, claiming her with his touch. When he slips his hand between her legs to cup her mound, she squeezes her eyes shut in shame. Oh, but she wants to scream in rage, but refuses: this despicable bastard does not deserve to get a single noise out of her. "Oh, but you're all bare," Gan chuckles, his breathing heavier and heavier as he drags his fingers up her shaven sex. "You've made yourself so smooth, so pretty... thought you'd get lucky, I suppose? That he'd reward you for rescuing him, hmm? That he'd give you a nice little lick and a suck?" he laughs, the words snapping wet in his mouth. "How precious," he murmurs and nuzzles her ear, now squeezing the lips of her pussy together between his fingers. "So very romantic," he purrs and presses his body against hers, crushing her against himself, the scales of his armour cold against her back: like some disgusting, lecherous dragon slithering against her, ready to eat her alive. "Now, he gets to see everything you were going to give him," he says, sliding his hands to the dips of her thighs, framing her pussy, mock-offering it to Zhang. "Only I get to have it first."

(Ao3)

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

Title: A Feast of Cruelty Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, darkfic, dark het Warnings: Hard BDSM, non-con (but of the ravishment sort, so she Enjoys It, Really). Heed the tags. Length: ~2300 words Summary: In his interrogation chamber, General Gan has torture racks of various kinds--and not just for extracting confessions. After all, he needs something to tie the pretty girls to, especially the ones who resist him a little too fiercely. A/N: An earlier version of this ficlet was previously featured on my General Gan vignettes. People liked this one, and it *did* turn out pretty hot, so I polished it up a bit and here you go. If you liked To Serve His Pleasure (and a LOT of people did, it seems), you may like this one, too.

He loves caning the girls' inner thighs. For that, he likes a spreader bar, and her wrists manacled above her head. It's a really quick way to get tears out of a girl, the cane; but he won't stop at tears. No, he's only satisfied when her inner thighs are thoroughly covered in nasty welts: it feels especially satisfying when he fucks the girls, his hairy and sweaty thighs rubbing in the welts. Usually, by that point, the girls' tears are running down their temples with his thrusts, almost faster than he can lick them up. Squeezing on their breasts hard, violently, makes them moan delightfully into his mouth as he fucks their mouths with his tongue, just as he fucks their pussies with his cock; if they don't kiss him back, he has to but lift the cane to remind them that disobedience has its price.

And this girl... well. She'd had her hand around his throat and she'd spat on him. So, after he's caned her, he straps her to the cross and closes his hand around her throat. He is still in full armour, only his cock and balls out; the leather and metal creak as he slowly squeezes her throat, watching her face turn red, then purple.

"Keep looking at me." Grinning, he tilts his head wolfishly as he observes her, an evil glint in his eyes; he forces her to hold his gaze so that he can watch her consciousness begin to blur and then fade.

Just when she is about to pass out, he suddenly lets go; when she gasps for breath, he slaps her cheek, then the other. He grabs her hair and pulls her head up by it, staring fiercely into her eyes until they focus upon him again. He forces her mouth open with three fingers pulling down on her lower teeth; he spits into her mouth, thrice, his cock pulsing in sadistic delight as she coughs and gags, horror in her eyes.

Finally, he lets go, then slaps her again.

"What's the matter?" he asks in a condescending voice, dangerously soft. "You choked me and spat on me," he says, mock-reasonable as he slaps her other cheek; "it's only fair that I return the favour."

(Ao3)

[aikainkauna]

PSA

There really isn't any point in following this blog--I just post fic announcements here (like I do on my other old dead blogs) and all my actual content is on my Pillowfort. I wouldn't bother to post even the fic announcements here, if TLDIC weren't such a Tumblr fandom (and even then, I know I'm literally the only person writing the pairings I do). So if you're waiting for new content on here that's something else than fic announcements (and in a fandom you probably didn't follow me for), you'll be waiting in vain, JSYK.

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

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: A Feast of Flesh Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP Warnings: None, really: just a little bit of playful spanking. Length: ~5100 words Summary: General Gan has fun with a beautiful, plump young courtesan with lots of lovely, jiggly flesh to sate his lust upon. He feasts upon her big, magnificent bottom with plenty of spanking, rimming and slow, deep anal sex. A/N: Gan fucks a fat girl! One of the kinds of cute BBWs you'd see on Tang Dynasty figurines, the beauty ideal of the age. Two standalone fics, presumably of the same girl; previously featured in my General Gan vignettes, now polished up a bit.

Two soldiers at the Right Cavalry headquarters have a habit of voyeurism, always spying on General Gan's amorous adventures: the lustful, handsome rogue that their commander is, he goes through so many girls that it's impossible for the lads to resist the temptation to watch.

Today is no different: again, they are watching Gan and a girl in secret. This time, it's one of the very plump, round prostitutes, high-class courtesans with fine white makeup and elaborate hair. She's very pretty and quite young; she must still be in her late teens. The soldiers masturbate and watch, always finding a way to get an eyeful: peering into Gan's quarters through wetted spots in paper windows, cracks in doors, secret holes in walls.

They see Gan spanking the girl over his knee, relishing her red, flushed buttocks, Gan's hand singing over them. He must've chosen a plump girl so that there's more flesh for him to redden: it's a wonderful, big, round arse now splayed over his knee, rich full mounds he can spank and squeeze to his heart's content. The soldiers enjoy the contrast of her cream and pink buttocks with the dark golden brown of Gan's hands; the girl makes delightful little noises as Gan pauses to play with her pussy now and then, before he returns to his task. Lush, loud slaps ring cheerily in the room, the soldiers masturbating to the rhythm of his blows.

"Do you think he's going to fuck her in the arse?" one of the soldiers asks, excited.

"When doesn't he?" the other chuckles.

As if on cue, Gan sucks on his middle finger and pushes it between the girl's reddened buttocks, making her yelp.

"Please, sir! It hurts!"

Gan chuckles, shifting to get more comfortable, his erection now trapped between the girl and his armour.

"Don't tell me such a lovely arse has never been taken before," Gan says, takes out his finger and sucks it, before he inserts it again; the soldiers don't know whether to be disgusted, aroused, or both.

"No, sir," she says quietly; "it's just that nobody's ever asked."

"Well!" Gan chuckles, lifting her up to sit in his lap; he groans in delight as he gropes her arse and kisses her, loving the rich abundance of flesh spilling out of his hands. "Then, it's about time you learned to take a man that way," he says and kisses her again, slapping her buttocks with both hands. "Undress us and I'll show you how it's done."

(Ao3)

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FIC: General Gan's Secret Diary: Little Voyeuse (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, Gan Shoucheng/Chancellery maid, NC-17)

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: Little Voyeuse Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, Gan Shoucheng/Chancellery maid Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP Warnings: Light-ish BDSM (face slapping and rough sex). Length: ~2700 words Summary: Tan Qi sees Gan taking a girl and is horrified--and aroused. Or at least that's what Gan fancies would happen, were she to see him taking one of the Chancellery maids. A/N: Another one of General Gan's fantasies of Tan Qi: of how she'd find him irresistible once she witnesses his bedchamber skillz.

Now, they are turned straight towards Tan Qi, facing her. The girl's face is almost entirely hidden by the pillows; Gan settles to kneel behind her, now so close to Tan Qi that she can smell his sweat, even the wine on his breath. Now, Tan Qi can better see the burly, heavy strength of his body: his muscular arms, shoulders and chest--a warrior's body, a body that's survived many a battle. His nipples are the same colour as his lips, and a long, ugly scar from his armpit to his sternum splits the right nipple in half; scars of various sizes lie scattered all over his body. And below, the thick, heavy fullness of his dark golden cock, its pink head flushed from arousal: his prick glistens as he scoops up some of the thick, rich slickness from the girl's pussy with his fingers and spreads it all over his cock, the sweetness of her scent overwhelming.

It's now that Tan Qi realises what he is about to do: Get it all nice and wet; you know where I'm going to put it next. The girl is so tight that Gan's cock slides off her anus a few times, the head slipping up between her buttocks; determined, he presses down again, and from the girl's stiffening, Tan Qi can tell Gan is making headway inside her body. The girl is frowning, clutching the sheets, not breathing; it is by Gan's ecstatic moan and thrust that Tan Qi can tell he has slipped inside. He takes up some more of her wetness, adds some spit; after he's judged himself slick enough, he kisses his way up her back, his hands braced on either side of her.

Gan kisses the girl over her shoulder, grinning as he thrusts deep into her guts and she gasps in pleasure-pain; he presses her down into the bed, resting his entire weight on her, chuckling darkly. He laces their fingers and rolls his hips, making her wail as he grinds her into the mattress, pinning her into the bed with the power of his thrusts. He pulls back his hips and with a snarl, he slams into her with great violence, as deep as possible; when the girl cries out in pain, he but mocks her, imitating her cry. "'Ow, ow,'" he lisps and laughs sadistically. "It's too late to cry now, my dear. Take it!"

(Ao3)

[aikainkauna]

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

Title: The Kiss of the Beast: Assassin Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: PWP, dark het Warnings: Ravishment. Rough, bloodstained fightsex. (Oh yeah, baby.) Length: ~1200 words Summary: A duel between Gan and a fierce female assassin turns into a furious bout of bloodied sex. A/N: Just a quick and dirty instafic, plucked from my General Gan vignettes. I promised you porn with lady assassins, so, here you go.

Gan is covered in blood, fighting a fierce assassin woman; she's ambushed him at home, out of armour. He has had a long-standing, hate-filled infatuation with her that's gone on for months; she's escaped from his clutches many a time. 

He's heard a rumour that she will only yield herself to a man who bests her in battle, and he means to be that man.

And she is good, mercilessly beating him up: she hurts him considerably, with slashes all over his body. He's panting, sweaty, with his cap off, his hair falling out of his topknot, and there's a profusely bleeding cut on his cheek.

He almost loses, almost dies at her hands, but disarms her at the last minute; finally, she lies at his feet, his sword at her throat. She looks up at him with furious eyes, flushed, her hair wild: curiously not unlike a woman in the throes of passion.

With his heart pounding, his lungs burning, his entire body still in a battle-frenzy, Gan knows he is far from finished; he is determined to let his rage run its course. He yanks her up by her collar, kisses her violently and decides he's going to fuck her there and then, whether she likes it or not.

He drags her by the hair to his bed, she kicking and shrieking curses. "Don't bother screaming," he grunts as he tosses her into bed. "Now, I can either fuck you or snap your neck; both would give me equal pleasure."

(Ao3)

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FIC: Golden Horse, Golden Woman (Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character, NC-17)

Title: Golden Horse, Golden Woman Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Gan Shoucheng/Original Female Character Rating: NC-17 Genre: Vignette, Romance, PWP, Dark Het Warnings: Just a little hair-pulling. Length: ~400 words Summary: Gan is riding, practicing manoeuvres with a golden horse from the Western Regions. Later, in his bed, he rides his slave girl. A/N: Just a short, Romantic, poetic vignette of Gan being *gorgeous* on a horse (as he was in the series), and taking another one of his slave girls.

Gan is riding, practicing manoeuvres with a golden horse from the Western Regions.

He is riding the horse around the training court, practicing swift turns and rears and kicks, so that the horse--and he--won't forget the movements between battles. Charging with lance in hand, he beheads straw men, cuts some in half; he makes the horse turn swiftly, he steady and relaxed in the saddle.

As the horse pirouettes on its hind legs, he is a majestic sight, silhouetted in the setting sun's light: the fierce Tang general in his armour on a golden horse, lance in his hand, reins in his fist.

From the balcony, his slave girl watches him, feasting her eyes upon him.

Afterwards, he mounts her, a golden woman, taking her from behind: guiding her body with his hips and his thighs just like he'd guided his golden horse, her long black hair looped in his fist like reins.

(Ao3)

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FIC: The Kiss of the Beast (Gan Shoucheng/Chancellery maid, Gan Shoucheng/OFC, NC-17)

Title: The Kiss of the Beast 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, Dark Het Warnings: BDSM, rough sex, dubious consent/ravishment Length: ~5000 words Summary: A maidservant at the Chancellery spies on General Gan ravishing a noblewoman. She is shocked by his cruel perversities: all those legends of Gan The Beast were not exaggerations after all. Yet, she cannot look away... A/N: Three standalone stories, two short and one slightly longer: three pearls of perversity, strung together by the dangerous curiosity of a naughty little maid.

She can only see their mouths through the crack, Gan kissing the lady passionately and with great skill, for a long time. His bearded mouth pants open wide, his sensual lips glistening as he licks her mouth: his tongue thick and bright red, revolting. He is pinning the woman against the wall, perhaps pulling her head back by the hair; she can't tell. But the woman's mouth remains wide open on his orders; he assaults it with deep, biting kisses. 

He kisses her hungrily, with rapacious greed: several quick and deep kisses in rapid succession, dipping in to take kiss after kiss like he's taking gulps or bites; he forces her to push out her tongue and gives it hard, rolling sucks like it was candy on a stick, disgusting. He presses his mouth deep onto hers and sucks on her tongue especially hard, his cheeks hollowing, making her scream into his mouth; finally, he pulls back, his eyes drunk from wickedness, strings of saliva dangling between his beard and her mouth.

(Ao3)

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FIC: General Gan's Secret Diary: The Triumph of His Sadism (Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi, NC-17)

Title: General Gan's Secret Diary: The Triumph of His Sadism Author: Snowgrouse Fandom: The Longest Day in Chang'an (2019) Pairing: Non-consensual Gan Shoucheng/Tan Qi Rating: NC-17 Genre: Darkfic, horror Warnings: Graphic sexual violence and non-con squicky kinks. Dead dove. Do not eat. Length: ~1300 words Summary: What Gan would've done to Tan Qi in that cage, had he not been interrupted. The triumph of his sadism comes when Li Bi is out of the way and Tan Qi becomes his possession. She had dared reject him. Now, the time has come for her to learn the price you pay for defying Gan Shoucheng. A/N: Really, really, really fucked-up dark shit, the darkest of the lot. This is all extrapolated from canon, and what we're supposed to fear him doing to her, were he allowed to go further. So, this most certainly isn't a ravishment she'd secretly enjoy--just violence. Heed the warnings. Seriously.

"Could've come to me willingly," he says, his hand tight around her throat, his eyes burning into hers with cruelty. "I would've treated you well. Would've kept you as my mistress, given you your own slaves; I would've fed you well, made you plump and soft for me. Would've covered you in silks, in perfumes, in jewels; would've kept you shaved and rinsed, always ready for me. Would've licked your little pussy, would've licked it so good; made you come on my fingers, made you drip down my beard. Would've fucked you all night, so slow and so deep; would've rubbed your little pussy, made you scream my name. Would've fucked your little arse, so good you would've fainted; your little body helpless, gaping wide open for me. Would've made you come on my cock, over and over; you would have swooned, you would've burned, would've wept in my embrace. I would've kissed you so well you would've never wanted to leave my arms; I would've fucked you so hard I would've made you swear love. Yes, love: I would've made you sob "I love you, Gan Shoucheng." But look at you, now! Look at what you've done, look at what you've chosen! To be beaten up and raped, cold and naked in a cage. Don't you now wish you'd come to me willingly?"

(Ao3)