**Chapter 385: Rewards and Rest**
**Scene 1 – Private Quarters, Sovereign**
Ahsoka's body was warm and eager beneath him.
The moment the door to Dagon's private quarters sealed shut, all the tension she had been carrying since Zygerria came pouring out. She pushed him back against the wall, orange hands fisting in his tunic as she kissed him fiercely, almost desperately. Her montrals twitched with every breath, lekku curling around his shoulders like living vines.
"You promised to be equal," she whispered against his lips, voice husky with need and a hint of hurt. "But lately it feels like Zule gets everything. The big missions. Your constant attention. And now… after you adopted her younger sisters, I feel like I'm stuck on the sidelines again."
Dagon cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. "Ahsoka… I'm sorry. You're right. I've been so focused on everything else — the war, Zule's pain, the rescues — that I let you feel neglected. That was never my intention."
He kissed her again, slower this time, pouring reassurance and love through their bond. Ahsoka melted into it, her hands sliding under his tunic to trace the hard lines of his chest and the old scars that marked his body.
"I missed you," she breathed, tugging the garment over his head. "I missed *this*."
Their clothes came off in a heated rush. Dagon lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the large bed and laying her down gently. Ahsoka pulled him down on top of her, legs wrapping around his waist as she arched up to meet him. Her skin was smooth and warm, the faint orange glow of her body beautiful in the low lighting.
Dagon took his time, kissing down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower. He lavished attention on her breasts, tongue circling one stiff nipple while his hand caressed the other. Ahsoka moaned softly, fingers threading through his hair as she held him close. When he moved even lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, she shivered in anticipation.
He settled between her thighs, spreading them gently. Ahsoka's breath hitched as his mouth found her most sensitive spot. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her clit before dipping lower to taste her fully. She tasted sweet and warm, her arousal coating his tongue as he worked her with practiced skill.
"Master…" she gasped, hips rolling against his face. Her hands tightened in his hair, montrals twitching wildly. Dagon slid two fingers inside her, curling them to stroke that perfect spot while his tongue continued its relentless rhythm. Ahsoka's moans grew louder, more desperate, until she came with a sharp cry, inner walls pulsing around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
He didn't stop. He gentled his touch, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling and oversensitive, then slowly kissed his way back up her body. When he reached her lips again, Ahsoka kissed him hungrily, tasting herself on his tongue.
"I need you inside me," she whispered urgently. "Now."
Dagon positioned himself at her entrance and slid in with one smooth thrust. Ahsoka's head fell back with a long moan as he filled her completely. They stayed still for a moment, savoring the connection, before he began to move — slow, deep rolls of his hips that made her gasp with every stroke.
Their rhythm quickly built. Ahsoka met every thrust, legs locked around his waist, nails digging into his back. The Force swirled around them, their bond wide open, letting them feel each other's pleasure in a perfect feedback loop. Dagon's hands roamed her body — one gripping her hip, the other tangled in her lekku, gently tugging in the way he knew drove her wild.
"Harder," she demanded, voice breaking. "Don't hold back."
He obliged, thrusting deeper and faster. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixed with Ahsoka's increasingly loud moans. Her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically as another orgasm built. When it hit her, she cried out his name, body arching sharply beneath him as intense pleasure ripped through her.
Dagon followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled deep inside her with a low groan. They clung to each other through the aftershocks, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.
After a few minutes, Ahsoka nuzzled into his neck, voice soft. "I needed that. I needed *you*."
"I'm here," Dagon murmured, kissing her forehead. "And I'm not going anywhere."
They lay together in comfortable silence, limbs tangled, enjoying the quiet intimacy. For a little while, the war felt very far away.
**Scene 2 – Dagon's Quarters, Later**
**Dagon's POV**
I barely made it back to my room before exhaustion hit me like a hammer.
I had pulled an all-nighter fighting on Malachor V, then dealt with Nox's resurrection, the explanations to the girls, and the emotional fallout with Ahsoka. My body was screaming for rest. I kicked off my boots, collapsed onto the large bed, and let my eyes drift shut.
Sleep claimed me almost instantly.
I was jolted awake by a warm, naked body suddenly pouncing on top of me.
Zule.
Her long purple hair cascaded around us like a curtain as she straddled my waist, golden eyes glowing with heat and gratitude. Her orange-green skin was smooth and warm against mine, her full breasts pressing against my chest.
"You saved my family," she whispered, voice thick with emotion. "You gave me back my sisters… and made them part of *our* family. I think you deserve a reward."
Before I could respond, she leaned down and kissed me deeply, her pheromones flooding the air and sending a rush of heat straight through my body. Her hands roamed my chest, nails lightly scraping over old scars as she ground her hips against me.
I groaned into the kiss, hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. Zule moaned softly as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, her body already slick and ready. She reached between us, wrapping her fingers around my rapidly hardening cock and stroking me slowly.
"I want you," she breathed against my lips. "All of you. Right now."
She didn't wait for an answer. Lifting her hips, she guided me to her entrance and sank down in one smooth motion, taking me fully inside her tight heat. We both groaned at the sensation. Zule's head fell back, purple hair spilling down her back as she began to ride me — slow at first, then faster, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that made my toes curl.
I sat up, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer so I could kiss her neck and breasts. My mouth found one stiff nipple, sucking and licking while my hands gripped her ass, helping her move faster.
"Master…" she gasped, voice breaking with pleasure. "You feel so good…"
Her inner walls clenched around me rhythmically as she chased her release. I could feel her latent dark side energy crackling just beneath the surface — harmless violet sparks dancing across her skin and mine, heightening every sensation. I let a controlled thread of my own balanced lightning flicker along my hands where they held her, sending gentle, pleasurable tingles straight to her core.
Zule cried out sharply, her pace becoming erratic as she neared the edge. I thrust up to meet her, driving deeper with every roll of her hips. When she came, it was intense — her body shuddering, walls pulsing tightly around me as she moaned my name.
I followed her over the edge moments later, spilling deep inside her with a low groan, holding her close as pleasure crashed through us both.
We stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard. Zule rested her forehead against mine, golden eyes soft with affection and lingering gratitude.
"Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."
I kissed her gently. "You don't have to thank me, Zule. You're family. They're family now too."
She smiled, a small, tired, but genuine smile, and curled against my chest. I held her close, one hand stroking her long purple hair as sleep finally began to claim us both.
Outside, the fleet continued its journey, but in this quiet moment, there was only warmth, skin against skin, and the quiet promise of protection and love.