Daughters of the Sun
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 7:The Game
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 7:The Game - 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 morning after the Moon Festival, Nara woke with Wei’s name on her lips and the phantom sensation of that kiss still burning through her.
She’d barely finished dressing when her door opened and Wei slipped inside, closing it quickly behind her.
“Wei, what—”
Wei crossed the room in three quick steps and kissed her. Hard. Desperate. Nothing like the tentative exploration of the night before. This was claiming, possession, need.
Nara made a surprised sound that turned into a moan as Wei’s hands tangled in her hair. She pulled Wei closer, kissing back with equal intensity, months of want pouring into this single moment.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing hard, Wei’s eyes were dark with desire and something like triumph.
“Good morning,” Wei said, slightly breathless.
“That’s one way to start the day.”
“I couldn’t wait. I’ve been awake since dawn thinking about last night. About doing that again.” Wei’s smile was pure mischief. “Was it inappropriate to just barge in and kiss you?”
“Completely inappropriate.” Nara pulled her back. “Do it again.”
Wei laughed against her mouth, then kissed her properly. Slower this time, thorough, exploring. Nara’s hands found Wei’s waist, felt the delicate curve of her through silk robes, wanted desperately to feel skin instead of fabric.
But they couldn’t. Not here. Not now. Not with servants likely to interrupt at any moment.
Nara pulled back reluctantly. “We need to talk.”
“I know.” Wei straightened her robes, trying to regain some composure. “We need rules.”
“Rules?”
“For how we do this without getting caught. Without getting killed.” Wei moved to the window, putting distance between them. “In public, we have to be careful. Proper. Lady and prisoner, nothing more.”
“And in private?”
“In private, we can be ourselves.” Wei turned back to face her. “But we need a safe place. Somewhere we can meet without servants or guards interrupting. Somewhere hidden.”
Nara thought about it. “The old pavilion in the eastern garden. The one that’s been abandoned since the fire. No one goes there anymore.”
“Too visible. Someone walking the gardens would see us enter.”
“What about the archives? Those dusty rooms where you were taking books from. No one uses them except record keepers, and they leave at sunset.”
Wei’s expression lit up. “That could work. Deep in the complex, dozens of rooms, easy to hear anyone approaching. We could meet there. After dark, when everyone’s asleep.”
“When do we start?”
Wei’s smile was pure temptation. “Tonight?”
“Tonight,” Nara agreed.
They spent the rest of the morning going through the motions of a proper lesson—poetry, etiquette, the performance they needed to maintain. But every accidental touch felt charged now. Every glance held promise. They were playing a game, and both of them knew the stakes.
That night, after the palace had settled into sleep, Nara slipped out of her chambers. She’d timed the guard rotations, knew exactly when she had the widest window to move unseen.
The archives were in an older section of the palace, down corridors that felt forgotten. The door was unlocked—Wei had seen to that earlier. Nara slipped inside and navigated by moonlight through the rooms until she found the one Wei had described.
Wei was already there, having arrived from a different direction. She’d brought cushions, blankets, even a small lamp that cast warm light across the dusty space.
“I’ve been waiting,” Wei said softly.
“Sorry. The guards took longer to pass than I expected.”
“I don’t care. You’re here now.” Wei crossed to her. “Kiss me.”
Nara did, walking her backwards until Wei’s back hit the wall. Wei gasped, and Nara took advantage, deepening the kiss, pressing her body against Wei’s smaller frame.
“Nara,” Wei breathed when they broke apart. “We should—”
“Should what? Stop? I don’t think I can stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” Wei’s hands found the fastenings of Nara’s outer robe. “I want more. But we have to be careful. We can’t—there are limits—”
“I know.” Nara caught her hands. “We can’t do everything. Not yet. But we can do this.”
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