Daughters of the Sun
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 6: The Moon Festival
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Moon Festival - 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 passed. The air grew warmer, the gardens more lush. Nara’s Chinese was now nearly fluent, her calligraphy passable, her understanding of court etiquette sufficient that she no longer embarrassed herself at formal functions—not that she attended many.
But the lessons with Wei continued every day. They had become the center of Nara’s existence, the hours she counted down to, the moments she replayed in her mind when she was alone at night.
They were careful now. After that moment when Nara had touched Wei’s face, they’d both pulled back. Maintained proper distance. Kept their conversations focused on language and culture and history.
But the awareness remained. The way Wei’s hand would linger when passing Nara a book. The way Nara’s eyes would follow Wei across the garden. The way they both found excuses to stand closer than necessary.
It was torture. Sweet, agonizing torture.
One morning, Wei arrived with an unusually bright expression.
“The Moon Festival is in three days,” she announced.
“What’s that?”
“A celebration of the autumn harvest. There will be music, dancing, lanterns, moon cakes. The entire court participates.” Wei sat down beside Nara—their usual spot on the bench beneath the willow. “You’ll need to attend.”
Nara’s stomach sank. “Do I have to?”
“The Emperor has commanded it. He wants to show off his Mongol prize to the court.” Wei’s voice was neutral, but Nara heard the distaste beneath it. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Nara sighed. “What do I have to do?”
“Attend the banquet. Observe the ceremonies. Try not to let anyone provoke you into losing your temper.”
“That last part will be difficult.”
Wei smiled. “I know. But I’ll be there. If it becomes unbearable, stay close to me.”
“Won’t that cause talk? The Emperor’s daughter spending the festival with the barbarian prisoner?”
“Let them talk.” Wei’s chin lifted slightly—that small show of defiance that made Nara’s heart skip. “You’re my responsibility. I’m simply ensuring you don’t cause an incident.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?”
Wei’s cheeks flushed. She looked away. “We should practice the formal greetings you’ll need to know. There will be many high officials present.”
They spent the morning on protocol, but Nara’s mind was elsewhere. Three days. And then she’d have to endure an entire evening of being stared at, whispered about, treated like a curiosity.
But Wei would be there.
That thought made it bearable.
The night of the festival arrived. Servants came to Nara’s chambers with elaborate clothing—silk robes in deep blue, embroidered with silver threads in patterns Nara didn’t recognize. They wanted to paint her face, arrange her hair in Jin fashion.
“No,” Nara said firmly. “I’ll wear the robes. But my hair stays as it is, and no paint.”
The servants looked nervous but didn’t argue. They dressed her in the silk robes, braided her hair in Mongol fashion but wove silver ribbons through the braids as compromise. When they held up a mirror, Nara barely recognized herself—Mongol warrior dressed in Jin finery, belonging to neither world.
Wei arrived to escort her. She stopped in the doorway, her eyes widening.
“You look...” She trailed off.
“Ridiculous?”
“Beautiful.” Wei’s voice was soft. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Nara felt heat rise in her face. “You don’t look terrible yourself.”
Wei was dressed in formal court attire—robes of midnight blue silk that made her look even smaller and more delicate. Her hair was adorned with ornaments of jade and pearls, her face painted to perfection. She looked like a princess from a painting.
“Shall we?” Wei offered her arm.
Nara took it, and they walked together through the palace corridors toward the great hall where the festival was being held.
The hall was transformed. Lanterns hung from every beam, casting warm golden light. Tables were arranged in a vast circle around a central performance space. Musicians played in one corner, their instruments creating haunting melodies. The air was thick with incense and the smell of elaborate dishes.
Hundreds of courtiers were already present, dressed in their finest. Conversation died as Nara entered. All eyes turned toward her.
Nara kept her head high, her expression neutral. Wei’s hand tightened slightly on her arm—a subtle gesture of support.
They were led to a table near the back—not with the imperial family, but not banished to the absolute fringes either. Wei sat beside her, close enough that their sleeves touched.
“Ignore them,” Wei murmured. “They’ll lose interest soon enough.”
But they didn’t. Throughout the meal, Nara felt eyes on her constantly. Heard whispered conversations that abruptly stopped when she looked in their direction. Saw the pointing, the mockery barely concealed.
Wei kept up a steady stream of quiet commentary, explaining the dishes, the ceremonies, pointing out which officials were important and which were simply pompous. Her voice was a lifeline, keeping Nara grounded.
The Emperor arrived with great ceremony. Everyone bowed. Nara bowed as well—it still felt like swallowing glass, but she did it.
The Emperor gave a speech about prosperity and harmony. Then the performances began—dancers in elaborate costumes, acrobats, musicians. It was impressive despite Nara’s determination not to be impressed.
Between performances, a young official approached their table. He bowed to Wei, then looked at Nara with poorly concealed contempt.
“Lady Wei,” he said in Chinese, clearly assuming Nara couldn’t understand. “Why do you spend so much time with this creature? Surely the Emperor’s daughter has better uses for her time than trying to domesticate a savage.”
Nara’s hand tightened on her cup, but she kept her expression blank.
Wei’s voice, when she responded, was cold as winter ice. “Lord Chen, I was not aware that the Emperor’s commands were subject to your approval. Shall I inform His Majesty that you question his assignments?”
The official paled. “I meant no disrespect, Lady Wei—”
“Then you should consider your words more carefully. Now leave us. You’re disturbing our enjoyment of the festival.”
The man retreated quickly. Wei didn’t watch him go. She turned to Nara, switching to Mongolian.
“Are you alright?”
“You defended me.” Nara was surprised at the emotion in her voice.
“Of course I did. He was being an ass.” Wei’s lips quirked. “And I meant what I said. I choose how I spend my time, and I choose to spend it with you.”
“Even though it damages your reputation?”
“My reputation was never that pristine to begin with.” Wei took a sip of wine. “Besides, I’d rather be honest and criticized than false and praised.”
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