**Chapter 493**
**Bonds and Insecurities**
**Scene 1**
**Dagon POV**
**Aboard the Gray Wolf – Orbit Above Coruscant**
Three days had passed since the incident at the Jedi Temple.
It was almost funny how quickly things returned to what passed for "normal" in that ancient place. The giant peach blossom tree still protruded from the lower levels like a living monument, its glowing petals visible from half the planet. The official story — carefully crafted by Shin and a few sympathetic Masters — was that a rogue dark acolyte had attempted to detonate an ancient weapon beneath the Temple. Dagon had heroically stopped it, sustaining severe injuries in the process, and had been rushed to the *Finalizer* for emergency healing.
The Senate and public bought it. Mostly. The Council knew more, but they were willing to keep the full truth buried for now — especially after the near-catastrophe.
I stood on the observation deck of the *Gray Wolf*, watching Coruscant's endless lights sparkle below. The girls were scattered around the ship, resting or training after the intense days. I had spent those three days in passionate, almost desperate sex with all of them — a healing ritual that had left everyone exhausted but closer than ever.
*Win-win,* I thought with a small smile. *Though I still don't have a good answer for why I disappeared like that.*
The door behind me slid open. Shin Wren stepped in, her long white hair flowing freely, wearing a simple but elegant robe. She walked up and slipped her arms around my waist from behind, resting her head against my back.
"You're thinking too much again," she murmured.
I turned in her embrace, pulling her close. "Can you blame me? We nearly lost everything back there."
Shin looked up at me, her purple eyes soft. "But we didn't. Thanks to you. And the girls."
I kissed her forehead. "Thanks to all of us."
She smiled, but there was a hint of hesitation in her expression. "The Council has officially assigned Aayla Secura to us indefinitely. They bought the story about my family's expertise in reforming dark Jedi. She'll be joining the team soon."
I nodded. "Good. She's skilled. Loyal. We can use her."
Shin's fingers traced the edge of my black armored arm. "Just… be careful with her. She's still recovering from what happened. The clone of Quinlan Vos used her. It's complicated."
"I know," I said quietly. "We'll give her time."
The comm chimed. "General, we've received updated orders from the Council. We're to investigate the Rial Kroon system in the Outer Rim. It's near the D'Astan sector — close to Valahari space. They want proof of CIS activity before pushing the Senate for action on the Hydian Way."
I acknowledged the message. "Set course. We'll stop at Lantilles first to resupply and pick up Aayla."
As the *Gray Wolf* prepared to break orbit, I felt the familiar pull of the war calling us back. But for a few more hours, I could focus on what mattered most — the women who had become my reason to keep fighting.
**Scene 2**
**Ahsoka POV**
**Gray Wolf – Training Deck**
I was supposed to be meditating.
Instead, I was pacing the training deck, my lekku twitching with restless energy. The past few days had been a whirlwind — the Temple attack, Dagon's near-death, the desperate healing ritual, and now this new assignment. But none of that was what was really bothering me.
It was Aayla Secura.
The blue-skinned Twi'lek Jedi had been assigned to our group indefinitely. She was skilled, experienced, and — from what I could tell through the Force — already developing feelings for Dagon. Or at least curiosity. And Dagon… well, he had that effect on people.
I wasn't jealous. Not exactly. But I was the youngest in the group at 16. I had been his first Padawan in this galaxy. His first real friend here. And even after everything — the battles, the bonds, the love — it sometimes felt like I was still trying to prove I belonged.
The door slid open. Dagon stepped in, wearing his usual black undersuit, the cursed armored arm gleaming faintly.
"Ahsoka," he said, sensing my mood immediately. "You okay?"
I tried to brush it off. "It's fine, Master."
He raised an eyebrow, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Padawan, I thought we agreed not to lie to each other. Come on — after everything we've been through…"
I crossed my arms, looking away. "It's personal, Master."
Dagon stepped closer, gently tilting my chin up so I had to meet his eyes. The red star in his left eye glowed softly. "Padawan, you do realize we're basically married, right? I've seen you naked in various embarrassing positions. It's not really personal anymore."
The comment made me flush bright red with embarrassment. My lekku twitched wildly. "Master!"
He chuckled, pulling me into a hug. "What's really bothering you?"
I buried my face in his chest for a moment before pulling back. "It's Aayla. Lately it feels like you're getting more and more popular. First Shin and Erictia, now her… I wonder if…"
Dagon's expression softened. He cupped my face with both hands — one warm flesh, one cool armored. "Ahsoka… I'm not making a move on Aayla. Even though I never made the first move on anybody in this group. But yes, a harem is very new to me. Especially since we're all together now instead of on different ships. You're still my first friend and Padawan since coming here. Remember what I said after your first time in command over Togoria?"
I nodded, tears pricking my eyes. "You learn from experience… and no matter what happens, if you fall, I'll be there to catch you."
"Exactly." Dagon leaned down and kissed my forehead tenderly. "You're my first Padawan. My first real connection in this galaxy. That doesn't change. Ever."
The kiss on my forehead turned into something more. I pulled his head down, capturing his lips in a deep, needy kiss. Dagon responded immediately, his hands sliding down my back to pull me flush against him. The kiss grew heated, tongues dancing, breaths mingling.
I moaned softly into his mouth as his hands roamed lower, squeezing my ass. "Master…"
He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against my lips, "Not Master right now. Just Dagon."
I kissed him harder, my hands tugging at his undersuit. "Dagon… I need you."
He lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as he ground against me, his hardness evident even through our clothes. I gasped, rolling my hips to meet him.
"You're mine, Ahsoka," he growled between kisses, his voice low and possessive. "All of you. Don't ever doubt that."
"I don't," I whispered, nipping at his lower lip. "But sometimes I just… need to feel it."
He kissed me again, deeper, more urgent. His hand slipped under my tunic, fingers finding my breast and teasing the nipple until I moaned loudly. I tugged at his clothes, desperate to feel skin on skin.
We didn't make it to the bed. Dagon lowered me to the training mats, stripping me quickly before shedding his own clothes. He moved over me, kissing down my body — neck, breasts, stomach — until his mouth found my core. I cried out as his tongue flicked my clit, two fingers sliding inside me.
"Dagon… yes… right there…"
He devoured me with skill and hunger, his tongue and fingers working together until I came hard, my body arching off the mat with a sharp cry.
He moved back up, kissing me deeply as he positioned himself between my legs. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside me. I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs around him as he began to move — deep, powerful strokes that made my toes curl.
"I love you," he groaned against my neck, thrusting harder. "So much."
"I love you too," I gasped, nails digging into his back. "Don't stop… please…"
We moved together in perfect rhythm, the bond flaring brightly between us. When we came, it was together — my walls clenching around him as he spilled deep inside me with a low groan.
We lay tangled on the mats afterward, breathing hard, hearts racing.
Ahsoka kissed his chest softly. "Thank you… for reminding me."
Dagon held her close. "Always, my Padawan. Always."