Chapter 327
**Scene 1 – R18 Moment with Flare and Visenya**
The private quarters aboard the *Finalizer* were dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft blue glow of the starfield outside the viewport. Dagon lay on his back on the wide bed, heart still racing from the earlier intensity with Ahsoka and Kayla.
Flare and Visenya had been waiting their turn.
The Pantoran and the Zeltron moved with synchronized grace, their bodies a beautiful contrast — Flare's cool blue skin against Visenya's warm pink tones. Both wore nothing but delicate lace that barely covered anything.
Flare climbed onto the bed first, straddling Dagon's waist. Her cool hands traced the scars across his chest as she leaned down to kiss him deeply, her tongue sliding against his with slow, sensual hunger. Visenya knelt beside them, her Zeltron pheromones already thickening the air, making every touch feel electric.
"You've been giving the others so much attention," Flare whispered against his lips, grinding slowly against his hardening cock. "We want our turn."
Visenya's hands slid down Dagon's body, wrapping around his length and stroking him firmly while Flare continued to kiss him. The dual sensation — Flare's cool skin and Visenya's warm, pheromone-laced touch — made him groan into the kiss.
Visenya leaned in, capturing Flare's mouth in a heated kiss above him while her hand continued working Dagon. The two women kissed passionately, tongues dancing, while Flare rocked her hips, teasing his tip against her entrance.
Dagon's remaining hand gripped Flare's hip, guiding her down. She sank onto him with a soft moan, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her tight, cool heat. Visenya didn't stop stroking the base of his cock where it met Flare's body, her fingers also teasing Flare's clit.
Flare began to ride him with slow, deep rolls of her hips, her breasts bouncing gently with each movement. Visenya moved behind her, kissing Flare's neck and shoulders while her hands roamed — one teasing Flare's nipples, the other sliding between her legs to rub her clit in firm circles.
"Yes… just like that," Flare gasped, head falling back against Visenya's shoulder.
Dagon thrust up to meet her, setting a steady rhythm that had Flare moaning louder. Visenya's pheromones made everything more intense — every thrust, every touch, every kiss felt amplified.
They switched positions smoothly. Visenya took Flare's place, sinking down onto Dagon with a needy whimper, her Zeltron body hot and slick. Flare moved behind Visenya, kissing her back and reaching around to play with her breasts while Dagon gripped Visenya's hips and drove into her harder.
The room filled with their combined moans — Visenya's breathy cries, Flare's soft gasps, and Dagon's low growls. Visenya came first, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him as she shuddered through her orgasm. Flare followed soon after when Dagon pulled out of Visenya and slid into her from behind, pounding into her while Visenya knelt in front, kissing her and fingering her clit.
Dagon finished deep inside Flare, groaning as he spilled pulse after pulse. The three of them collapsed together in a sweaty, satisfied tangle, breathing hard and exchanging soft, lazy kisses.
Flare nuzzled into his neck. "We needed that."
Visenya smiled against his chest. "We all did."
Dagon held them close, the warmth of their bodies a welcome anchor after the chaos of recent days.
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**Scene 2 – Aayla Secura POV**
Aayla Secura carried a storm of conflict inside her chest.
As a Twi'lek, she had always been affectionate and deeply emotional — traits her species was known for. She still remembered the day Quinlan Vos had found her as a youngling and begun training her. She remembered her brush with the dark side, her eventual rise to Knight and then Master. She remembered the day Vos told her he was going undercover as Dooku's apprentice. She had thought it was foolish, even crazy, and had protested fiercely. Vos had shut her down.
Then he had actually fallen. Turned against the Jedi Order.
She had needed to find him — perhaps she could have brought him back to the light. But the Council had refused to let her go.
Then came Tatooine. Vos and that monstrous Gen'Dai had confronted Dagon. Vos had been killed… but Dagon had avenged him, defeating the warrior in what the Hutts were still calling the "Clash of Immortals." The footage had been broadcast widely after Dagon's fleet had already left for Antar 4, so she hadn't seen it until they were returning to Coruscant. She expected fallout — a young Jedi defeating a creature that had killed ancient Sith Lords and great Jedi of old was no small thing.
Still, Yoda had assigned Dagon and Zule to watch over her due to her fragile emotional state.
She still remembered her first kiss with Dagon — the night she had been hurting in the Temple over Vos's death. He had pulled her into his arms, and for a moment the pain had eased.
Now she was jealous.
She shouldn't be… should she?
Should she report what she was seeing and smelling? The open affection the girls — Ahsoka, Kayla, Flare, Stella, Visenya, Zule — showed him, and he showed them back, had possibly broken the Code many times over.
But Aayla felt flustered. So many women at the same time… was that what would happen to her? Would she be forced to join his harem?
"Aayla," Dagon's voice broke through her intense internal spiral.
She startled. "What?"
"Your temperature is very high. Are you okay?" Dagon asked, concern clear in his voice.
"And your face has turned very pink," the medic droid on the bridge reported. "Odd readings around you."
"I am fine," Aayla said quickly, forcing a calm tone. "I just need rest. Wake me when we reach Coruscant."
"Sure," Dagon replied, though his eyes lingered on her a moment longer.
Aayla turned and left the bridge, heart pounding.
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**Scene 3 – Dagon POV (R18)**
As Aayla left the bridge, Zule approached me quietly.
"She didn't have a fever," Zule said softly. "She was highly aroused."
"Yeah… probably," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. "Wait — how do you know?"
"Although your armor and clothes cover up most of the love marks me and the girls leave," Zule said, blushing faintly, "the Force around you creates an alluring aura on others soon to be affected by the Force bond we share. And since the kiss with Aayla at the Temple… she might be beginning to feel it."
"She wouldn't report us, right?" I asked, still feeling the phantom lipstick marks on my neck.
"No. She has no proof. And if any problems arise, just say Kayla and Visenya did it and you responded to keep their heat controlled. They're both Zeltrons — the Order has no problems with that."
"Sometimes you are too smart for your own good," I said, lifting her easily. She wrapped her legs around my waist with a delighted laugh.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked, looking at me with a predatory, lustful gleam.
I carried her straight to my quarters, the door hissing shut behind us.
Zule's back hit the wall as I pinned her there, kissing her hard. Her legs tightened around me, and she moaned into my mouth as I ground against her.
"You've been teasing me all day," I growled against her lips.
"Then stop talking and do something about it," she shot back, voice breathy.
I didn't need telling twice.
I carried her to the bed, laying her down and stripping her clothes off with urgent hands. Zule's red-orange skin was already flushed darker with arousal, her pheromones flooding the room and making my blood burn.
I kissed down her body — neck, breasts, stomach — until I reached the apex of her thighs. She gasped as my tongue found her clit, licking and sucking while two fingers slid inside her. Zule's hands tangled in my hair, hips bucking against my mouth.
"Yes—! Just like that—!" she cried, voice breaking.
I brought her to the edge quickly, then pulled back, replacing my mouth with my cock in one smooth thrust. Zule moaned loudly, legs wrapping around my waist as I set a hard, deep rhythm.
We moved together urgently — her nails digging into my back, my hand gripping her hip. She came first, clenching around me with a sharp cry. The feeling pushed me over the edge, and I spilled deep inside her with a groan.
We collapsed together, breathing hard.
Zule nuzzled into my neck, pressing soft kisses to my scars.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," I murmured, holding her close.
Outside the quarters, the *Finalizer* continued its journey toward Coruscant.
Inside, the bond between us burned brighter than ever.