Daughters of the Sun
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 25: The Road Home
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 25: The Road Home - 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
Four years after the fall of Zhongdu, Nara and Wei sat on horseback overlooking a valley they’d pacified together.
The territory below had been a hotbed of Jin resistance when they’d arrived three months ago—guerrilla fighters sabotaging supply lines, assassinating Mongol administrators, making occupation impossible. Now, smoke rose peacefully from cooking fires in villages, farmers worked fields without fear, trade caravans moved along protected roads.
“Another success,” Nara observed in Mongolian. They spoke it exclusively now—Wei’s fluency was perfect, her accent barely noticeable.
“Another compromise,” Wei corrected. “The resistance didn’t stop because we defeated them. They stopped because we gave them reasons to cooperate that outweighed reasons to fight.”
“Same result.”
“Different methods.” Wei smiled slightly. “You still think like a warrior. I think like an administrator.”
“And together we’re effective.”
“Terrifyingly so, according to the reports.”
Over four years, they’d traveled to seven territories, implementing Wei’s administrative framework, training local officials, establishing systems that turned hostile occupied land into cooperative provinces. The work was grueling—months on the road, living in military camps, facing resistance both from Jin holdouts and suspicious Mongol commanders.
But it worked. Every territory they touched became more stable, more productive, more integrated into the growing Mongol Empire.
Wei had earned a reputation. “The Khan’s Jin Administrator” they called her. Some meant it as an insult—a traitor to her people. Others meant it with respect—the woman who could transform chaos into order without excessive bloodshed.
She’d learned not to care which they meant. The work mattered more than opinions.
“We should head back to camp,” Nara said, noting the sun’s position. “The commanders want to discuss the next territory.”
“Let me guess—another resistance stronghold we’re supposed to magically pacify.”
“That’s what we do.” Nara grinned. “You’re the miracle worker. I’m just the protection.”
Wei laughed. “You’re far more than protection. You’re the reason half those commanders listen to me. They respect your military record, your lineage. That gives me credibility I wouldn’t have otherwise.”
“We’re a good team.”
“We are.”
They rode back to the military camp that had been their home for three months. It was well-organized—Mongol efficiency combined with Wei’s insistence on sanitation and proper infrastructure. Soldiers drilled in the training yard. Supply wagons were being unloaded. Fires were being prepared for evening meals.
Their tent was in the officers’ section—larger than most, befitting Nara’s rank as the Khan’s daughter and Wei’s status as senior administrator. Inside, it was surprisingly comfortable. Wei had insisted on bringing certain amenities—proper bedding, a writing desk, lanterns for working late. Nara had added weapons racks and armor stands.
A meeting was scheduled for after the evening meal. Wei spent the intervening hours reviewing reports from their staff—Jin officials who’d proven reliable, now helping implement administrative systems across the territory.
One report caught her attention. A merchant caravan had arrived from the south, and among the merchants was a woman claiming to be Wei’s sister’s servant—carrying a letter.
Wei’s hands trembled as she opened it. The characters were familiar—her second sister’s handwriting.
Wei—
I heard rumors you survived. That you serve the Mongol Khan now. I don’t know if this will reach you, but I had to try.
Father is dead. He died two years ago in the southern capital, still claiming he would reclaim the north. Mother followed him six months later—grief, the physicians said, though I think it was despair.
Your eldest sister married a southern general. I married a merchant. We survive.
I don’t judge you for the choices you made. We all did what we had to. If you’re alive and safe, that’s enough.
Your sister
Wei read it three times, feeling the complicated tangle of grief and relief. Her father was dead. The man who’d disowned her, who’d thrown her into a cell to rot—gone. She should feel something. Anger? Satisfaction? Loss?
She felt numb.
“Wei?” Nara entered the tent, saw her expression. “What is it?”
Wei handed her the letter. Nara read it, then set it aside and pulled Wei into her arms.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. Is that terrible?” Wei’s voice was muffled against Nara’s shoulder. “He threw me away. He chose pride over his daughter. And he died clinging to a dead empire. I should feel sad, but I just feel ... empty.”
“You’re allowed to feel nothing. Or everything. Or something in between.” Nara held her tighter. “He was your father, but he also hurt you. Those things can coexist.”
“My mother though...” Wei felt the tears come then. “She didn’t disown me. She didn’t have a choice in what he did. And now she’s gone and I never got to say goodbye. Never got to tell her I survived, that I found something worth living for.”
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