Princess Crescent Moon

Princess Crescent Moon

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She looked at me without the slightest fear. I looked into her eyes, and they seemed devoid of any joy in victory,
which infuriated me.

She wasn't as tall as me, but she seemed to look down at me. "Kill me," she
said calmly, slowly lowering her eyelids.

You think I really wouldn't dare kill you? I don't know how many foreign bitches like you I've killed!
What am I hesitating for? Why can't I bring myself to do it? Is it because of her beauty? Or because she simply hasn't
admitted defeat ?

"I won't kill you. There are many ways to make you suffer more than killing you."

I gritted my teeth coldly. I just couldn't tolerate a girl being so arrogant in front of me. If she begged
me, or even used her body, which was enough to bewitch men, to exchange for a chance to live, I would rape her without hesitation,
and then turn her into dried food like I would my own kind. The taste of human flesh is better than that of beef or mutton that gets stuck in your teeth, and
women's flesh is especially delicious.

Now I don't want to kill her. I want her to suffer until she completely submits and obeys. I don't care
if she's the sister of the Tuyuhun Khan, Princess Xinyue, or a legendary beauty from the Western Regions, a fairy in legend.
Like livestock I despise. Livestock should obey their masters; you have no right to demand your master kill
or spare you.

She smiled coldly, seemingly unafraid, perhaps understanding her fate. Although she was only
nineteen, she had witnessed too much killing and cruelty. Her brother, Fuyun, had unified the fourteen tribes of Tuyuhun using
such violent methods.

"If you were a warrior, you should treat me with warrior's courtesy."

"Because you are no longer a warrior." I approached her, reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her
to look into my eyes. "Ya Ning, you are now my slave, understand?"

"A captured warrior can choose to die." She shook her head violently, trying to escape my hand.

"You don't have the right to choose death now. You could have killed yourself just now." I grabbed her chin and
slapped her hard across the face. A bright red handprint appeared on her fair, jade-like cheek. Her head
was knocked to one side, and her long silver hair fluttered wildly.

I released her chin and struck her again with my left hand. The feeling of my hand touching her smooth cheek was wonderful;
the sensation of beating her was equally exquisite, further arousing my manic emotions. I didn't use my full strength; otherwise,
a girl like her would have been easily beaten to death. I once killed a leopard in the Gobi Desert with three punches.

Her head drooped, then slowly rose again, flicking the stray hairs from her forehead, spitting out blood, breathing
heavily, glaring at me. She didn't give in. I knew she was far from giving in. The feeling of hitting her was so good; I felt a sense
of satisfaction throughout my body. What did it feel like to fuck her?

"What beautiful hair." I reached out and gently combed her loose, long silver hair, holding it in my hand.
Looking closely into her deep blue eyes, I savored her anger and defiance. My other hand
caressed her delicate neck, gently and tenderly stroking her smooth, supple skin.

She was indeed beautiful, unlike us Han Chinese. She had snow-white skin, almost translucent, and her
red lips were even more vibrant, along with her swollen cheeks.

"Oh!" As I tugged at her hair, she tried to suppress it, but couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

I forced her to tilt her head back as far as possible, exposing her entire neck. She twisted and turned with all her might,
but because she was bound, her range of motion was limited. I lowered my head and gently bit her chin, seeing a hint of
panic , which gave me a great pleasure. I slowly moved downwards, feeling the movement of organs inside her neck. She must have been very
nervous. I licked patiently, teasing her delicate skin with my teeth, tasting the pulse of her veins with my tongue, and
feeling the trembling of her skin with my lips…

Her breathing grew more rapid, her chest heaving, but her body remained stiff.
When my hand slipped inside her collar, through her underwear, and touched her chest, her reaction was violent.
Ignoring the pain of her hair being pulled, she desperately tried to lift her head and screamed shrilly.

Such cries were commonplace in the military camp; no one would come to her rescue, at most some
brothers would peek curiously from outside the tent. But her scream excited me. She had already felt humiliated, so
her breakdown wasn't far off.

The Tuyuhun people's close-fitting undergarments were so cumbersome. Unable to grasp the breasts I longed for, I angrily
bit down hard on the soft part where her jaw and neck met. Her scream stopped, turning into a difficult whimper. She desperately tried
to dodge , backing away. My saliva turned salty. I stopped and licked the bite mark with the tip of my tongue. Her blood gave
me a sense of pleasure. Such a small wound shouldn't actually hurt much, but with fear and shame, the pain
was doubled…

Ya Ning looked very uncomfortable. "Pah!" she spat at me.

I didn't flinch. I wiped the saliva off my face and then slapped her hard across the face. "You Tuyuhun
bitch , spitting on me? Are you wet? Let me take a good look!"

I grabbed her collar and forcefully spread it apart. "Rip!" Even her pale yellow underwear
was torn open, revealing a moon-white undergarment covering her proudly heaving breasts. She was so white, dazzlingly white—
her shoulders, her neck, her collarbone, and her smooth skin.

She tried to protect herself, her breath coming in short gasps, her body contracting. "Beast!"

I admired her face, distorted by a mix of humiliation and rage, her
eyes seemingly spitting fire, her facial muscles twitching, and her lips—anger and fear could change a person, and
these changes made my blood boil. I smiled, placing my hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat,
a little fast, and her throbbing breasts beneath her bra, their curves so full.

I found the bra's clasp and pulled hard… two tender mounds of flesh broke free of their restraints,
trembling before my eyes. The beautiful visual impact made me unable to look away. Not only were they white and delicate, but the tender pink nipples
adorning were like two extraordinary treasures, even the small areolas were a fresh, fleshy pink. These
breasts weren't the biggest I'd ever seen—in fact, they weren't very large, easily grasped in one hand—but they were the most beautiful.

I breathed heavily, burying my face in that warm, soft, yet elastic space, sucking...

Strangely, her body completely relaxed, the beautiful trembling stopped, and
she didn't react no matter what I did. I continued to knead her breasts with my hands, and when I looked up, her expression was peaceful, which
displeased me. She should feel humiliated and angry! That would make me feel more comfortable.

"Is my body good?" she looked at me with a contemptuous smile. Not knowing what she was thinking,
I nodded subconsciously.

"No man is not obsessed with this body, and you are no exception. Come on." She closed her eyes again.

A challenge to me? I was enraged, my anger outweighing the desire ignited by that beautiful temptation. I
twisted her breast hard, and she just frowned...

To better ravage her, I took her off the wooden frame, her hands still tied behind her back,
but I decided to leave her feet untied.

"Actually, you don't need to tie me up. I'm no match for you anyway."

"Don't you dare speak, you Tuyuhun bitch!"

I straddled her stomach and started thrusting left and right. When I stopped, she was unconscious. Her face was no longer the same
, but she still didn't look ugly. Her long silver hair was spread out on my Persian carpet, and she
was limp there... I quickly stripped off her clothes and laid her flat on the Persian carpet.

Facing the icy skin and jade-like bones before me, I couldn't help but be stunned. That body was [entirely] beautiful, translucent, radiating
boundless allure, vibrant with life, its flowing curves, elegant undulations—the shoulders, the chest, the smooth,
flat abdomen, the firm, warm, and slender waist, the thick, silvery
hair at the lower part of the soft, supple abdomen, and within that hair, a jade-like wonderland, equally white and pure, the mysterious cleft culminating in a captivating
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I felt I couldn't control myself any longer. I quickly stripped myself naked and then spread her legs.

I couldn't just do this, could I? I had to enjoy her properly while she was awake! Her writhing, her moans,
or her angry resistance, made her writhe beneath me, begging, suffering unbearable pain, utterly surrendering!

Yes!

My left hand stroked my already erect penis, while my right hand twisted and pinched the tender flesh of her inner thigh.

She woke up; due to the excruciating pain, her body contracted violently, and she screamed. I was satisfied;
this was the effect I wanted. From then on, I felt even more confident. I knew I was a powerful man, and the women I
'd been with held my penis in awe. Her private parts were still so tender; she might still be a virgin
. She definitely couldn't resist me; I'd kill her! The feeling of pinching her thigh was so good! The touch of my fingertips was so wonderful!
And then there was her pain! ...

Understanding what was about to happen, Ya Ning was still a little nervous. Although she knew these humiliations were
unavoidable , the thought of letting this man she hated enter her body still made her nervous. She
had no experience with men, and had never even seen a man's body before.

She was a princess, a goddess worshipped by all. Although the ladies-in-waiting around her always gossiped about men
and longed for them, she despised those men who lusted after her from the bottom of her heart. Her
man should be a towering hero, and they should have a legend on the grasslands that everyone would tell
. He should be an extraordinary man.

Now this man is about to assault her. He has a legendary past, a nightmare not only circulated among
the Tuyuhun people. He's handsome, especially when he's angry; his thick eyebrows
sweep across his temples, his sharp gaze makes him appear formidable, and his lips are sharply defined. His
chin , and he has countless scars on his body, the one on his chest being fatal, along with two other fatal scars. Each
scar tells a story, doesn't it? How did he survive? How did he
endure those battles that could lead to hell? He's practically a devil from hell!

He's coming! He'll thrust that terrifying thing into her most sensitive spot! So hard! So hot! What

will it feel like? Ya Ning suddenly feels a surge of anticipation. How could she feel anticipation at the moment she's about to be humiliated
?!

He is a devil, you cannot yield! You must maintain your dignity! But how? Although
I was prepared to endure humiliation and torture, it was only mentally prepared. What about my body? I had no
experience . How could I handle it? I couldn't scream. The more I screamed, the happier he would be. I couldn't make him happy. I had to provoke him,
make him angry and then kill me!

Was I going to die? I was only nineteen years old. There were so many things I hadn't experienced yet.
What like? I wanted to live, I thought so, but falling into this devil's hands was worse than death. Even death
wouldn't make him happy...

That pink, tender place was still dry. I didn't really care if her vagina was wet or not. Anyway, once I thrust in and
worked hard a few times, her vagina would get wet. Women are all like that. Although it would
hurt , the feeling was very stimulating. Women would moan. I liked it when they moaned and felt pain. But Ya Ning's
genitals were too delicate, crystal clear like a precious treasure that I couldn't bear to break.
Although was a little reluctant.

I held her legs, still somewhat anxious. Her snow-white thighs turned red under my hands. My
penis was nearing its limit; the engorged glans was glistening. I used the glans to part her labia,
rubbing it delicately back and forth.

The contact with those intricate folds of flesh sent a tingling, electric current through my penis,
making my scalp tingle and tighten, making it hard to breathe. I felt my body swell, every
pore on my body expanding, my muscles contracting fiercely until they ached, especially my buttocks. Scratching against that
gradually widening opening, I really wanted to just thrust in…

Ya Ning's expression satisfied me. She lifted her upper body as high as she could, her eyes wide open,
almost biting her lips until they bled. Her nostrils flared nervously; she was afraid. I couldn't wait any longer; I was going to thrust
in!

Her body gradually adapted to the friction of the glans, contracting as it reached the vaginal opening, relaxing
as , and trembling as it reached another place that brought indescribably wonderful shivers.
What kind of process was this? Why did she feel this way when she was being violated? It was a
process ; the strange stimulation from the most direct contact was unbearable, along with the unknown fear. Fear, shame, and
anger were mixed together. Ya Ning felt tormented by emotions she had never experienced before, as if she was about to
give in and collapse.

This time, the hot thing didn't leave the vaginal opening; her little hole was stretched open, so swollen! There was also
a slight frictional pain, which was amplified by fear…

Her body suddenly stiffened. She was straining, her lower body arching up, resisting my
entry . The small muscle groups around her vaginal opening resisted desperately. No wonder she was a martial arts expert; her muscles were very
strong. Did she think this would only bring me pleasure? Trying to resist with such effort? Come on, let's have a good
competition!

Not only had I broken free from the entanglement of muscles, but I could also clearly feel myself piercing through a barrier. I
shouted , thrusting forward with great force. The whole process was a breakthrough; I pierced through all her folds of flesh,
stripping her of all resistance. I knew she couldn't resist this time. I forcefully pressed against the
innermost fleshy hollow, ignoring her pitiful cries. I paused, truly feeling the tender folds of that hollow
caressing my glans. She tried to dodge, but was still at a loss. Her whole body jolted, and my deep-penetrating penis
was tightly gripped…

Even the most stubborn girl's body cannot be as strong as her nerves; her nerves will
gradually collapse along with her body. Ya Ning looked at me blankly, tears streaming down her face. She swallowed hard, her
body drenched in sweat. She tried to straighten her legs, feeling pain, but other than pain, she seemed to feel nothing else;
her legs didn't even feel like her own anymore.

I felt a little tired, but also very comfortable. The comfort was followed by exhaustion, but I didn't want to sleep. Her
tears were actually fueling my excitement. A short rest would allow me to do it again.

"How was it? Comfortable?"

"Pah!"

My anger flared. I couldn't stand her disgusted look. I stopped
hitting her face; I decided to save it for later. I bit her shoulder. She didn't cry out, silently gritting her teeth
and enduring. This made me even angrier. Let's see how long you can hold out! I pinched her inner thigh hard. She rolled around
but didn't cry out, her expression becoming increasingly stubborn… Maybe I shouldn't have raped her right away, but rather
tortured her from the beginning, using rape as a weapon to instill fear in her.

I found a rope and hung her upside down, barely able to touch the ground with her toes. This would help distribute the weight on her
shoulder joint . Although she wasn't heavy, if all her weight were on her shoulder joint, it would likely
dislocate. I was satisfied with this position. Her upper body was leaning forward; if she didn't try, she would have to bow her head to me, and
if she persisted, it would be tiring. Her breasts also appeared more prominent. Of course, the most alluring thing was her legs and
buttocks, which were trying hard to tense up.

I found a riding crop again. This kind of riding crop made of horsehair had a good balance of softness and hardness and wouldn't cause too much
damage . I liked her buttocks and didn't want her skin to be torn open like this.

"How about it? As long as you call me master, you won't have to suffer like this anymore."

I lightly swept the riding crop across Ya Ning's face. She dodged and stopped spitting at me,
but she didn't give in. This position made her feel humiliated and uncomfortable.

"Kill me. Otherwise, you will die by my hand."

The first lash landed on her shoulder, and her fair skin only turned slightly red. The second lash landed accurately
on her breast. This time it was fast, but the effect of the lash was even better. Although it only touched the fine
horsehair at the tip of the whip, it left several marks on her tender breast. Her body convulsed violently.

"How does it feel? Do you still want to kill me?" I pinched her chin, playing with her
lips ...

I knew she had no intention of submitting, and now I didn't want her to give in either. I felt my inner violence had
been fully aroused. Nothing excited me more than torturing her. Even if she begged for mercy, I
would continue, no questions asked.

Her buttocks were already red and swollen. With each thrust, her beautiful buttocks contracted,
and her body produced strange spasms. It looked so good. She was already beautiful, and with these movements, the strange stimulation
aroused me, and my penis became erect again.

I stopped holding the whip and walked behind her. She was panting heavily, her head drooping,
her hair soaked with sweat, and her lips were bitten raw, blood dripping directly onto my Persian carpet. I reached out and stroked
her still smooth, delicate back, slowly sliding my hand down to her buttocks. A few more slaps and those bruises would
burst open; there was no rush to make her bleed. Even just the touch was enough to cause her pain.

She held her breath, her buttocks contracting inward. I forcefully pried open her buttocks, completely
exposing the delicate area inside to me. She was still straining; her anus, which had been slightly opened by the sudden separation of her buttocks, writhed and
closed. What a beautiful buttock; even the small swirl was a vibrant, fleshy red, and the contraction of the muscles was
so intoxicating.

…Her vulva, having endured such rough treatment, twitched. Perhaps there was some damage inside; closing it would hurt. The muscles
in her perineum twitched, and her thighs, already covered in bruises, clenched tightly. Such resistance must be
very strenuous. Let's see how long you can hold out?

I crouched down, leaned closer, and began to lick the delicate fleshy swirl in her buttocks. I released
my grip on her buttocks, as the feeling of her buttocks contracting was quite pleasant. She resisted, but
the sensation was unpleasant; just licking her buttocks was already very stimulating. In fact, in this position, she couldn't completely
resist my advances.

I reached out and stroked her soft, supple legs, which were incredibly soft and elastic. Her sweat and tears
were quite amusing. When I touched her clitoris, she convulsed. As I rubbed it, she could no longer completely
resist; the contractions and relaxations began to occur rhythmically, a rhythm determined by my fingers and the tip of my tongue.

A clear, lubricating fluid began to secrete from her vaginal opening. I licked it; it was thicker than saliva and had a slightly sour
and salty taste—very faint, but still discernible. I sucked hard, and her whole body trembled,
going limp. I smeared the fluid, along with my saliva, onto her anus, trying to probe that tight little
hole with the tip of my tongue. Her body tightened again…

I continued to play with her trembling clitoris, finding her rhythm. Taking advantage of her relaxation, I
forcefully thrust my penis into her already accustomed anus. Before she could even understand what was happening, the large glans
had already squeezed in.

“Ouch!” Startled by the sudden impact, Ya Ning could no longer hold on. She cried out,
trying her best to expel the foreign object that had invaded the unexpected area.

I didn't go any deeper, forcibly maintaining her posture, feeling the powerful sphincter muscles squeezing and kneading
my glans . She didn't get the desired effect, and my penis, intensely stimulated, swelled up to
a level I didn't even expect. At the same time, I did feel a completely new, unprecedented pleasure. She was squeezing me so tightly that I felt
a tingling numbness. I pushed harder, and her defenses crumbled little by little...

"Please, Master, spare me!"

In my frenzy, I didn't hear her pleas. I gripped her waist, pushing my body forward forcefully,
squeezing her soft buttocks with pleasure. She had gone limp and dared not resist anymore, only twitching. I
watched my penis thrust in and out with unbridled pleasure, my penis turning red, stained with her blood. If it weren't for
the bleeding from her ruptured intestinal wall, I was worried that my penis would also be injured. Now, it was perfect; I was almost there.

"Master! Spare me!" Her voice trembled, a desperate attempt. I couldn't hold back any longer.
After a few hard thrusts, I ejaculated... As I left her body, I felt a little swayed. It felt so good, and
it's still hot and burning.

We didn't capture Fu Yun. He led a small group of experts across the Motian Cliff, a pass impassable even to horses and men, and fled
north to the Dangxiang people's Wolun Grassland. The myth of the Gobi Desert was ended, and the Tuyuhun Dynasty
collapsed completely.

([Full text]) The author is so classic... Well written! Upvote! Very substantial and exciting, very good, just a bit short. I'll upvote! The two people upstairs are going to get points deducted, haha. But the article is really well written, the writing style is good, although there aren't many explicit scenes, the descriptions are quite delicate. The taste is a bit bland. I feel that the second half of the article, the training and whipping parts, could be a bit more [Full text]. By the way, anal sex from behind is actually quite troublesome. Not bad, but it's a bit disjointed. Is it an excerpt from that long novel? I hope to see the whole thing. Anyway, thank you! The writing is excellent, the content is tight, and it has a sense of historical accomplishment. I really like it! The writing isn't too graphic, but it seems like a realistic adaptation of a martial arts story, with some slight SM elements. Very good. If I had such an opportunity, I definitely wouldn't let it pass. Great! If I were to encounter him, I would use all my skills to kill him.

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