**Chapter 504**
**Blue Dragon**
**Gray Wolf – Main Fighter Repair Hangar**
**Dagon POV**
The vast fighter hangar of the *Gray Wolf* hummed with quiet activity. Maintenance droids moved between parked Skelters and TIEs, while tech crews performed last-minute checks before the jump to the Rial Kroon system. I stood on top of my personal Skelter R-16, tools in hand, carefully modifying the rapid-fire battery array.
The cannons had been overheating during the last few engagements — likely because I kept channeling Force lightning through them. I was trying to reinforce the cooling systems and add better heat sinks when a soft voice startled me from below.
"So… why are you called the Blue Dragon?"
I glanced down. Aayla Secura stood at the foot of the fighter, arms crossed, looking up at me with genuine curiosity. Her blue skin caught the hangar lights beautifully, and her lekku swayed slightly as she tilted her head.
I set the tool down and jumped lightly to the deck plating. "You saw the markings?"
Aayla nodded. "Your fighter has Twi'lek symbols. 'Hero.' 'Guardian.' 'Friend.' And most of all… 'Blue Dragon.' Why?"
I wiped my hands on a rag and leaned against the Skelter's hull. "The people of Ryloth wanted to give something back after we liberated them. Cham Syndulla suggested painting the fighters that did the heaviest lifting. I chose cyan blue. Don't tell Ahsoka, but it's sort of my favorite color." I smiled faintly. "Cyan Squadron sounds better than Black or Grey Squadron. When you use names like Cemetery Wind, Scar Squadron, or Talon Squadron, you expect dark colors. Blue felt… hopeful."
Aayla stepped closer, running her fingers lightly along the painted markings on the fighter's wing. "I always wondered about Ryloth. The reports made it sound like a miracle."
"Twi'leks really are so many colors," I said softly. "You see every shade of the rainbow down there. It was worth every risk."
Aayla was quiet for a moment, then looked up at me. Her expression had shifted — no longer distant, but vulnerable, almost searching.
"Dagon…" she whispered.
The tension between us had been building for days. The training, the quiet conversations, the way she had slowly begun opening up. I stepped closer, gently cupping her cheek.
"You don't have to do anything you're not ready for," I said softly.
"I know," she replied, voice trembling slightly. "But I want to. I need to feel something real again."
She leaned in first, kissing me hesitantly. Then harder. Her lips were warm, desperate, tasting of salt and longing. I pulled her closer, one hand sliding to the small of her back as the kiss deepened. Aayla moaned softly into my mouth, her lekku curling around my shoulders.
I lifted her effortlessly, setting her down on the wing of the Skelter. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me between them as our hands began to roam. I kissed down her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin near her lekku, making her gasp and arch against me.
"Dagon…" she breathed, fingers tugging at my shirt.
I helped her out of her top, exposing her full blue breasts. My mouth found one nipple, sucking and teasing while my hand massaged the other. Aayla moaned louder, her head falling back as I worshipped her chest.
She reached down, palming me through my pants, feeling how hard I already was. "I want you," she whispered. "Please."
I pulled back just enough to strip off my shirt and pants. Aayla did the same, sliding out of her lower garments until she was completely bare before me. She was beautiful — athletic, graceful, with smooth blue skin that seemed to glow under the hangar lights.
I stepped between her legs again, rubbing my cock against her slick folds. She was already soaked. With one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her.
Aayla cried out, nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely. I held still for a moment, letting her adjust, kissing her deeply.
"You feel incredible," I groaned against her lips.
She rolled her hips, urging me to move. "Don't be gentle," she whispered. "I need this."
I took her at her word. My thrusts started slow but quickly built in power and speed. The Skelter creaked beneath us as I drove into her again and again. Aayla's moans grew louder, her lekku wrapping around my neck as she clung to me.
"Yes… Dagon… harder…"
I gripped her hips, pounding into her with deep, forceful strokes. One hand slid between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles. Aayla's walls clenched around me as she came hard, crying out my name as her body shook.
I didn't stop. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own release. When it hit, I buried myself as deep as possible, groaning as I spilled inside her.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.
Aayla smiled tiredly, kissing me softly. "Thank you… for being patient with me."
I brushed a strand of her lekku back. "Always."