**Chapter 486**
**Miracle of the Bond**
**Scene 1**
**Lower Levels – Jedi Temple, Coruscant**
**Dagon POV**
Pain.
That was the first thing I felt as consciousness clawed its way back. Not the sharp, immediate agony of battle, but a deep, bone-weary exhaustion that made every breath feel like fire. My body was broken — organs ruptured, bones fractured, blood loss critical. The black armored arm with the Shield of Wrath still hummed faintly against my side, its runes dim but persistent.
I opened my eyes.
Both eyes now carried the Mangekyō Sharingan — the star-like design of red and black spinning slowly in my vision, granting me clarity even through the haze of near-death. The world sharpened into painful focus: massive tree roots from the peach blossom miracle had burst through the floor and walls, cradling my body in a protective cocoon. I lay in a puddle of my own blood, thick and dark, staining the ancient stone.
*Damn… my body is broken,* I thought, forcing myself to move. Every inch was agony, but I crawled forward, dragging myself out of the roots and the blood pool.
I tried the bond again, pushing with everything I had left.
*Ahsoka… I need help…*
Her response came instantly, flooded with relief and panic. *You're alive! We're coming! Hold on!*
I collapsed against a broken pillar, breathing shallow. The girls' presences grew stronger through the bond — a beacon of warmth in the cold darkness. I could feel their fear, their love, their desperate need to reach me.
*Hurry…* I sent back weakly.
**Scene 2**
The sound of running footsteps echoed down the corridor. The girls burst into the ruined chamber — Shin leading, her white hair disheveled, followed by Ahsoka, Zule, Flare, Stella, Kayla, Visenya, and Erictia. Their faces were streaked with tears and dust, robes torn from the earlier chaos.
"Dagon!" Ahsoka cried, dropping to her knees beside him.
Shin was already assessing his wounds, her hands glowing with healing energy. "He's critical… we need to start the ritual now."
Zule didn't hesitate. "Come on, we need to hurry." She removed her robe in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor. The others followed suit, shedding their outer garments with desperate urgency. Robes, tunics, and undergarments pooled around them as they worked to bare their skin for the healing bond.
Dagon's remaining eye widened slightly, even through the pain. "Girls… not that I mind, but what if someone sees us?"
Flare, now in just her bra and panties, sealed the broken door with a powerful Force push, crushing debris against it. "Problem solved."
"Don't worry, Dagon," Shin whispered, removing her panties and kneeling beside him. Her flawless pale skin glowed softly in the dim light. "We're not leaving you."
The girls surrounded him completely. Ahsoka and Zule pressed against his sides, their bare breasts warm against his scarred skin. Kayla and Stella worked on his legs, their hands glowing with healing energy as they kissed along his thighs. Visenya and Erictia focused on his chest, their lips and fingers tracing old scars and new wounds. Flare and Shin took his head and shoulders, kissing him deeply while channeling the Force through their bodies.
The ritual began.
Skin against skin, breath against breath, the eight women poured their love and the Force into Dagon. Their bodies moved in a loving, intimate dance — hands caressing, lips kissing every inch of his broken form. Shin straddled his waist, taking him inside her with a soft moan, moving slowly to draw his life force back through their connection. Ahsoka kissed him passionately while Zule sucked on his neck, leaving fresh marks. Kayla and Stella pressed their bodies against his legs, their hands and mouths working together. Visenya and Erictia focused on his chest and the black armored arm, their tongues tracing the runes as healing energy flowed.
Dagon groaned, the pleasure mixing with the healing. The bond flared brightly between all of them — a circle of light and love that pushed back the darkness. His wounds began to close, bones knitting, organs regenerating under the combined power of their shared intimacy.
"I love you," he whispered between kisses. "All of you…"
The girls answered with their bodies and hearts, moving together in a beautiful, desperate rhythm until the healing was complete.
**Scene 3**
**Nearby Corridor**
Nhon Arto groaned as he regained consciousness on the cold stone floor. His head throbbed, and his body felt drained. The last thing he remembered was the infiltrator activating the device.
"Oh right… dang, my student needs help," he muttered, forcing himself up. He ignited his blue lightsaber and cut through the jammed door with a few swift strikes. The metal melted and fell away.
Nhon stepped into the chamber and froze.
The girls were in various states of undress — robes and undergarments scattered across the floor. They surrounded Dagon, who was still partially clothed but clearly in the middle of an intimate healing ritual. A pool of blood stained the ground beneath him, but his wounds were visibly closing.
"Kyaaa!" The girls screamed in unison. Some tried to cover their sensitive parts with hands or discarded clothing.
Visenya, half-naked and flushed, pointed at Nhon with fierce authority. "Guard the door! Make sure no one enters or Dagon dies!"
Nhon blinked, then quickly turned around, facing the corridor. "Yes, on it," he said, not wanting to face his student's angry harem. He sealed the broken doorway with debris and stood guard, lightsaber ready.
Inside, the healing continued — a private miracle of love and the Force.
Dagon, surrounded by the women who had brought him back from death once again, allowed himself to relax for the first time in what felt like forever.
The Temple was safe.
And so was he.