Daughters of the Sun
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 26: Home
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 26: 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
Ten Years After the Fall of Zhongdu, Spring, 1225
The steppes in spring were exactly as Nara had described them all those years ago in a dark archive in Zhongdu—grass turning impossibly green, stretching to the horizon in every direction, the sky vast and endless above.
Wei sat on horseback overlooking the encampment below, watching foals chase each other on unsteady legs while their mothers grazed nearby. She rode with confidence now, her seat as natural as any Mongol warrior’s. It had taken years, but Nara had kept her promise—Wei could ride like she was born to it.
“You’re brooding again,” Nara said, riding up beside her.
“Thinking. There’s a difference.”
“What about?”
“About how far we’ve come. How different this is from that cell in Zhongdu.” Wei gestured to the expanse around them. “Ten years ago, we were prisoners waiting to die. Now we’re here. Free. Together. Home.”
“Home,” Nara repeated, tasting the word. “Is it? Home for you?”
“Anywhere with you is home. But yes—this especially.” Wei smiled. “I never thought I’d love the steppes. I was a city girl, raised in palaces and gardens. But this...” She breathed deeply. “This is freedom. Real freedom. No walls, no politics, no one watching and judging every move.”
They’d earned this peace. After that final year in the mountains—brutal, exhausting work that had tested every skill they’d developed—they’d completed their mission. The administrative framework they’d built had proven sustainable. Jin territories were integrated, productive, stable.
The Khan had rewarded them with something more valuable than gold or titles: release from duty. Permission to retire, to live as they chose.
They’d chosen the steppes.
Not permanently—they spent summers here with Nara’s extended family, winters in a comfortable house they’d built near Karakorum, the new Mongol capital. But the steppes were where they came to breathe, to remember who they were beneath all the roles they’d played.
“Your father sent a message,” Nara said, breaking into Wei’s thoughts. “He’s heading west. The Khwarazmian Empire. He wants to know if we’ll join the campaign.”
Wei raised an eyebrow. “And what did you tell him?”
“That we’re retired. That he has plenty of commanders. That we’ve done our part.” Nara grinned. “He grumbled but accepted it. I think he’s secretly pleased we’re settled.”
“He wanted you safe. He got his wish.”
“He wanted both of us safe. He’s grown fond of you, you know. Keeps asking when we’re going to give him grandchildren.”
Wei laughed. “That’s going to be difficult given the circumstances.”
“I told him to adopt. He wasn’t amused.”
They rode down to the encampment together. It was a gathering of Nara’s extended family—cousins, aunts, uncles, the sprawling network of clan relationships that defined Mongol society. Wei had learned to navigate it, had been accepted as Nara’s partner without question or judgment. Here, no one cared that she was Jin or that their relationship was unconventional. What mattered was that Nara had chosen her, and the choice was honored.
Khutulun was visiting—she’d taken time from her own military campaigns to spend a few weeks on the steppes. She greeted them with her characteristic directness.
“You’re both looking soft,” she observed. “Too much comfortable living.”
“We earned comfortable living,” Nara retorted. “Some of us don’t need constant warfare to feel alive.”
“True. I heard your administrative systems are still functioning perfectly. The eastern territories are the most stable part of the empire now.”
“That was always the goal,” Wei said. “Build something sustainable, then step away and let it work.”
“You succeeded. The Khan references your work constantly when planning governance for new conquests. You built a model that’s being replicated everywhere.” Khutulun’s expression turned serious. “You changed the empire, Wei. Made it something more than just conquest. Gave it structure, sustainability. That matters.”
Wei felt the weight of that acknowledgment. She’d spent years wondering if her work was just collaboration with conquerors or something more meaningful. Hearing Khutulun frame it as transformative helped.