Daughters of the Sun
Copyright© 2026 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 9: The Dance of Want
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 9: The Dance of Want - 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 next morning’s lesson was torture.
Wei sat beside Nara, correcting her poetry composition, and all Nara could think about was the night before. The sounds Wei had made. The way she’d felt under Nara’s hands. The way she’d looked—flushed and wanting and beautiful.
“You’re not paying attention,” Wei observed.
“I’m paying attention.”
“To what I’m saying, or to how close I’m sitting?”
Nara met her eyes. Wei’s expression was innocent, but there was mischief in her gaze.
“Both,” Nara admitted.
Wei’s lips quirked. “Focus. This form is important—it’s used in formal court correspondence. You need to understand it.”
“I understand that you’re torturing me.”
“Am I?” Wei’s hand brushed Nara’s wrist—a brief, deliberate touch. “I can’t imagine why.”
Nara caught her hand. “Wei.”
“Yes?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“I learned from the best.” Wei’s smile was pure innocence. “Now, shall we continue with the lesson?”
They did, but every accidental touch felt calculated. Every lingering glance held promise. By the time the lesson ended, Nara was wound tight as a bowstring.
“Tonight?” Wei asked quietly as she prepared to leave.
“You’re going to kill me.”
“Is that a yes?”
“That’s a ‘I’ll be there even if it kills me.’”
Wei laughed softly and left.
That night, they barely made it through the pavilion door before they were kissing. Wei pressed her against the wall, surprisingly aggressive for someone so small.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Wei breathed between kisses.
“So have I.”
“About your hands on me. About how you made me feel.”
Nara groaned. “You’re trying to drive me mad.”
“Is it working?”
Instead of answering, Nara picked Wei up—the smaller woman weighed almost nothing—and carried her to the cushions. Wei wrapped her legs around Nara’s waist, kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere she could reach.
They fell onto the cushions together, a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses. Nara’s hands found their way under Wei’s robes again, and this time Wei didn’t try to stay quiet. She gasped and moaned, her hips moving against Nara’s thigh.
“We have to—” Nara tried to hold onto reason. “We can’t—”
“I know. But this. We can do this.”
Wei’s hand slid down Nara’s stomach, and Nara’s breath caught. “Wei—”
“Let me touch you. Please. I want to make you feel what you make me feel.”
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