Daughters of the Sun
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 16: The Countdown
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 16: The Countdown - A Mongol princess captured in a Jin border raid. A Jin emperor's daughter tasked with civilizing her enemy. What begins as captivity becomes love—until the Mongols take Zhangdu and everything reverses. Now the Jin princess must adapt or die, becoming war counselor to the Khan who destroyed her empire. Two women. Two cultures. Two captivities. One love that survives conquest, betrayal, and the fall of dynasties to find peace on the steppes.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Lesbian Historical Oriental Female Analingus First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting AI Generated
Three more weeks brought autumn in full. The garden leaves turned gold and crimson, falling like dying stars onto the pathways. The air grew crisp, carrying the scent of smoke from distant fires.
The refugee reports had stopped. Not because the crisis had eased, but because no one was escaping anymore. The Mongol advance had cut off the northern roads entirely.
Nara’s confinement had loosened slightly—the Emperor had realized that keeping her completely isolated made him look afraid. But she was never without guards now, and Wei’s visits were monitored constantly.
They’d stopped meeting in the archives. Too dangerous. Instead, they communicated through notes hidden in books, through glances across crowded rooms, through the language they’d developed over months of forced secrecy.
Wei looked increasingly haggard. Her father had begun discussing marriage arrangements—trying to secure an alliance before the city fell. Wei had so far managed to delay, claiming she needed to complete her duties with the Mongol prisoner first. But everyone knew it was a temporary reprieve.
One afternoon, during a heavily monitored lesson, Wei passed Nara a book of poetry. Inside, a note written in tiny characters:
They’re planning to move you to the underground cells next week. The Emperor wants you deeper in the palace, harder to reach if the Mongols breach the walls. I’m working on getting access. Don’t lose hope. I love you. —W
Nara memorized the message and burned it in the brazier when the guards weren’t looking.
That night, she lay awake making plans. Underground cells meant no windows, no way to gauge time or what was happening above. She’d be blind, helpless. She needed to prepare.
Over the next days, she hoarded supplies when she could—a small knife stolen from her meal tray, flint and steel taken from the brazier maintenance kit, strips of cloth that could serve as bandages or rope. She hid them carefully, knowing the guards would search her before the move.
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