Daughters of the Sun
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 4: The Dance
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Dance - 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
The days fell into a pattern.
Every morning, Wei would arrive at Nara’s chambers with tea and a gentle smile. They would spend hours in the garden, Wei teaching Chinese while Nara taught her Mongolian in return—though Wei claimed she was simply practicing, Nara suspected the smaller woman was already more fluent than she let on.
In the afternoons, Wei taught etiquette. How to bow properly (Nara hated bowing). How to pour tea with the correct grace (Nara spilled it the first dozen times). How to walk with measured steps instead of the long stride of someone used to crossing vast distances (Nara felt like she was hobbling).
“You’re learning quickly,” Wei said one afternoon, watching Nara practice the tea ceremony. “Much faster than I expected.”
“I told you, I’m not stupid.” Nara set down the teapot with perhaps more force than necessary.
“I never thought you were.” Wei’s voice was mild. “But there’s a difference between intelligence and adaptability. You have both.”
Nara glanced at her. Wei was sitting across from her, perfectly composed in rose-colored silk, her hands folded in her lap. She looked like a flower—delicate, ornamental, lovely.
But Nara was learning that Wei was more than she appeared. Beneath that porcelain exterior was a sharp mind and a will of iron. She had to be strong, to survive in this court as an emperor’s daughter but never a favored child.
“How many sisters do you have?” Nara asked suddenly.
Wei blinked at the change of subject. “Two older sisters. And four brothers, though only two are legitimate.”
“And where are you in the hierarchy?”
“Low,” Wei said with a wry smile. “My mother was a consort, not the Empress. I have royal blood, but not enough to matter. I’m useful for political marriages, but not valuable enough to be protected.” She paused. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m trying to understand you.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the only person in this entire palace who treats me like a human being.”
Wei’s expression softened. “That’s because you are one. Regardless of what the court thinks.”
They looked at each other across the tea things, and Nara felt that pull again—that strange awareness of Wei’s presence, the way her eyes caught the light, the delicate curve of her throat above her collar.
She looked away, disturbed.
“Show me the tea ceremony again,” she said gruffly. “I keep forgetting the order.”
Wei demonstrated, her movements fluid and precise. Nara watched her hands—so small, so careful. Wondered what they would feel like against her skin without the formal context of hair braiding or washing.
The thought made heat rise in her face. She pushed it away.
Two weeks passed. Then three. Nara’s Chinese improved rapidly. She could understand most conversations now, though she pretended otherwise. It was useful to know what people said when they thought she couldn’t understand.
Most of it was what she expected—mockery, speculation about whether the Mongols would invade to retrieve her, crude jokes about barbarian women. She ignored it all.
But she noticed Wei’s servants watching them. Noticed the way certain courtiers would whisper and point when Wei and Nara walked through the gardens together.
One evening, as Wei was preparing to leave after their lessons, Nara asked, “Do people talk about you? Because of me?”
Wei paused at the door. “Yes.”
“What do they say?”
“That I spend too much time with the Mongol prisoner. That I’m becoming contaminated by barbarian ways. That I’m neglecting my duties to the court.” She turned back, her expression calm. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters if it causes you trouble.”
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