**Chapter 360: Scars of Two Worlds**
**Dagon's POV**
The *Sovereign* hummed steadily through hyperspace, the gentle vibration of the engines a constant backdrop. Zule and I lay together in the large bed of my quarters, bodies still warm and relaxed from the bath. Her head rested on my chest, purple hair spilling across my skin like silk. The faint scent of her pheromones lingered in the air, soft and comforting rather than overwhelming.
She traced idle patterns over the old scars on my torso for a long while before finally speaking.
"Master… can you tell me about your past?"
I glanced down at her. "What do you mean? This world, or the other life?"
"The other life," she said quietly. "To be honest, only the others actually know about it. I've only caught fragments through the bond. Nothing clear. Just… pain. Fire. Metal."
I was silent for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Sharing this was never easy. Even with Ahsoka and the rest, I had given them only pieces. But Zule had earned the truth — more than most.
"Well… I can show you," I said at last. "But be advised — it's not a pretty picture."
"Okay."
We sat up facing each other. I placed my forehead gently against hers, hands cupping the sides of her face. She closed her eyes. I opened the bond wide and let the memories flow — not filtered, not softened.
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Seven-year-old me watching in horror as hundreds of nuclear warheads detonated across the night sky, turning cities into firestorms. Radiation storms melting survivors where they stood. The first time I killed a machine — a small HK drone that had hunted my family. Rallying scattered survivors in ruined bunkers. Forming the first cells of the Resistance. Slaughtering thousands of human cultists who had sold their souls to Skynet for promises of survival. Rank upon rank of gleaming Terminators marching across continents. Endless battles through ash-choked ruins and irradiated wastelands. Fear. Grief. Anger that never quite died. Solitude that carved itself into my bones. Isolation that made every friendship feel temporary. Pain that became background noise.
Nuclear ion storms that turned the sky blood-red for weeks. The discovery of Moon Breathing techniques in an ancient, half-buried dojo — the only thing that kept me alive when everything else failed. The desperate assault on Colorado Springs. The final mission to stop John Connor from accidentally activating Skynet's time displacement device. The last stand alone against an ocean of machines. The searing agony of being infected by phase matter… and then the instant, blinding white of vaporization as I sabotaged the machine, dragging Skynet into oblivion with me.
The oddity of waking up in a galaxy far, far away.
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When the memories stopped, Zule's golden eyes were filled with tears. They spilled down her orange-green cheeks as she stared at me, lips trembling.
I wiped one away with my thumb, voice rough. "I did it because no one else could. And if I didn't, millions would die. And if they tell me that's not enough… I won't believe them. This is what has always set people apart. A thousand years of sacrifice in our veins. And every generation must know its own suffering. I spit on the people who did this and destroyed my world. And I curse the price I have to pay."
I paused, then pulled her closer, resting my forehead against hers again.
"But despite all that… I was at least given a reward. A bittersweet, painful, stressful reward. You and the girls… you are my reward."
Zule let out a shaky breath and surged forward, kissing me hard. It wasn't gentle. It was desperate, grateful, possessive — her tears mixing with the heat of her mouth. Her hands clutched at my shoulders as if afraid I might vanish.
"Of all the Jedi they could have given me to replace Master Glaive… they sent you," she whispered against my lips. "Of any Jedi sent to Ohma-D'un with me and Glaive… they sent you. And you protected us. You still do. Thank you… thank you for sharing this with me."
She kissed me again, deeper this time, her body pressing flush against mine. The towel she had loosely wrapped around herself slipped away completely. Her bare breasts brushed my chest, nipples already hard. Her pheromones thickened in the air, warm and heady, wrapping around us like an embrace.
I rolled us so she was beneath me, my weight pressing her into the soft sheets. Zule's legs parted willingly, wrapping around my waist as she pulled me down. Our kisses turned hungry, tongues sliding together while my hands roamed her body — cupping her full C-cup breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between my fingers until she moaned into my mouth.
"Master…" she gasped when I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her neck. I sucked lightly at the delicate scales along her collarbone, then lower, taking one stiff peak into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, sucking gently, then harder, while my hand kneaded the other breast. Zule arched beneath me, a soft keening sound escaping her throat.
My free hand slid down her body, tracing the smooth curve of her stomach, then lower. She was already slick and ready. I stroked her folds slowly, teasing her swollen clit with light circles. Every touch made her hips jerk. When I slipped two fingers inside her tight heat, she cried out, inner walls clenching greedily around me.
I pumped my fingers steadily, curling them to stroke that sensitive spot inside while my thumb continued working her clit. Zule's hands fisted in my hair, holding me to her breast as her breathing turned ragged.
"Please… I need you," she whimpered. "All of you."
I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust I buried myself to the hilt inside her. Zule's head fell back with a loud moan, her legs tightening around me. She was hot, wet, and impossibly tight — perfect.
I started slow, deep rolls of my hips, letting her feel every inch. Zule met every thrust, rolling her body against mine, her nails raking down my back. The pace gradually quickened. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixed with her increasingly desperate moans and my low groans.
I shifted angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every stroke. Zule's eyes fluttered shut, mouth open in silent cries as pleasure built rapidly. Her latent dark-side energy crackled faintly across her skin — harmless violet sparks that danced between our bodies, sending pleasurable tingles straight to every nerve.
When she came, it was sudden and intense. Her back arched sharply off the bed, inner walls clamping down around me in powerful, rhythmic pulses. She cried out my name — not "Master," but "Dagon" — voice breaking as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.
I kept moving through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was trembling and oversensitive. Only then did I let myself go. With a deep, guttural groan I thrust hard one final time and spilled deep inside her, filling her with pulse after pulse of heat.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I rolled us onto our sides without pulling out, keeping her close. Zule nuzzled into my neck, one leg draped over my hip, still joined intimately.
After a few minutes of quiet recovery, she began moving again — slow, lazy rolls of her hips. I was still hard inside her. She smiled against my skin, golden eyes half-lidded with renewed hunger.
"Again?" she whispered, voice husky.
I answered by kissing her deeply and thrusting up into her. This time it was slower, more sensual. We explored each other unhurriedly — hands mapping every curve, every sensitive scale, every scar. I kissed my way down her body, tasting her skin, until I reached the delicate folds between her thighs. My tongue replaced my cock, licking and sucking her clit while two fingers pumped inside her. Zule's hands tangled in my hair, hips rocking against my mouth as she chased another peak.
When she came on my tongue, her thighs clamped around my head and she let out a long, shuddering cry.
I moved back up her body and slid into her again in one smooth motion. This round was slower, deeper — lovemaking rather than frantic need. We rocked together, eyes locked, sharing breath and quiet whispers of affection between kisses. Her pheromones wrapped around us like a warm blanket. Every thrust drew soft, blissful sounds from her lips.
When we finally came together the second time, it was gentle and overwhelming — a shared, rolling wave that left us both trembling and breathless.
Afterward, Zule curled against my chest, one arm draped possessively over me. I stroked her long purple hair, pressing occasional kisses to her forehead.
"Thank you," she whispered again, voice thick with emotion. "For trusting me with your past… and for giving me your present."
I held her tighter. "Always."
Outside the viewport, hyperspace continued its endless swirl. Falleen waited somewhere ahead — a world that might test us both. But for tonight, in the quiet sanctuary of our quarters, there was only warmth, skin against skin, and two scarred souls finding healing in each other's arms.