**Chapter 543**
**Scene 1**
**Dagon POV**
**Grey Wolf Bridge**
It had been three days since we secured Orron III.
The Corporate Sector had made four desperate attempts to retake their precious agri-world. Each one was sloppy, rushed, and easily crushed. In total we had destroyed thirty Munificent-class frigates, twenty Techno Union frigates, and sixteen Sabaoth Destroyers. After the last failed assault, the enemy had gone quiet — no new reinforcements, no probing attacks. Just silence.
I stood on the bridge watching the main holodisplay, arms crossed, as the fleet maintained a tight blockade. Below us, drone barges loaded with grain and processed foodstuffs were being redirected. Some would feed Republic forces, some neutral worlds, and the rest would be denied to the Separatists.
My attention shifted to the training deck feed. Puck had the four new padawans — Kass Tod, Mack Lotor, Finn Ertay, and Lakas — running laps around the 2,500-meter-long warship with three full sets of training armor stacked on their backs. The heavy beskar-plated plates clanked loudly with every exhausted step.
"Build the muscle first," I had told Puck. "Breathing techniques demand a strong foundation. If they can't handle weighted endurance runs, they'll never master the forms."
The padawans were panting, sweat dripping, but none had quit. Good. I needed them to reach the girls' level of physical conditioning before they could truly begin individual training. Strength, stamina, and willpower — those were the prerequisites.
**Scene 2**
Later that evening, I finally carved out time for something far more personal.
My first real date with Ahsoka.
It felt strange to call it that. We had already been through so much — battles, shared trauma, intimacy — yet we had never truly had a moment that was just… us. No war, no training, no harem obligations pulling at the edges of the bond.
We sat in my private office and trophy room. The lights were dimmed, the only illumination coming from twenty purified white kyber crystals floating gently in levitation fields along the walls. Each crystal had once belonged to a defeated Sith acolyte. All but a few had been cleansed. The rest would serve as excellent training tools for the padawans when they were ready.
Ahsoka's montrals twitched as she took a bite of the warm Jogan fruit pie I had baked. Her eyes widened in delight.
"This is incredible," she murmured, licking a bit of purple filling from her lip. "Where did you learn to bake like this?"
I smiled, leaning back in my chair. "Old skills from another life. When you're responsible for feeding hundreds of orphans and resistance fighters in ruined cities, you learn to make the best of whatever ingredients you can find. Jogan fruit pie was always a favorite when we could get the fruit."
She listened intently as I spoke, and then opened up about her own past — things I already knew from the bond and her Temple file, but hearing them from her lips made them feel new.
"When I was three, Master Plo Koon found me on Shili," she said softly. "My ability to sense others' intentions had already marked me as Force-sensitive. Around the same time, an impostor tried to kidnap me… he intercepted the signal meant for the Jedi Order. The villagers didn't understand. They thought I was cursed or lying when I warned them. It scared me badly."
Her voice grew steadier as she continued. "But Master Plo was different. I trusted him instantly. He taught me how to breathe slowly, how to calm myself. After that, I was brought to the Temple. The life of a Jedi… it became the only life I ever knew."
I reached across the table and gently took her hand. "You've come a long way from that scared little girl, Snips."
Ahsoka blushed at the old nickname but smiled warmly. The white crystals cast a soft glow across her orange skin and montrals, making her look almost ethereal.
**Scene 3**
The conversation flowed easily. Laughter came naturally. For once, the weight of command felt distant.
At some point the pie was forgotten.
Ahsoka stood up and moved around the table, her hips swaying with deliberate grace. She climbed into my lap, straddling me, and captured my lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Her hands slid up my chest, fingers tracing old scars through my shirt.
The kiss deepened. What started tender quickly turned heated. Ahsoka moaned softly into my mouth as my hands roamed down her back, gripping her waist and pulling her closer. She ground against me, her body warm and eager.
Clothes were shed with urgent need. Her robes pooled on the floor alongside my tunic. I lifted her onto the table, laying her back among the scattered plates. The white kyber crystals floated serenely above us, casting shifting patterns of light across her bare skin.
I kissed down her neck, her chest, taking one firm breast into my mouth and teasing the nipple with my tongue until she arched and gasped my name. Lower still — I spread her thighs and buried my face between them, licking and sucking at her most sensitive spot with practiced devotion. Ahsoka's hands tangled in my hair, her moans growing louder as her hips bucked against my mouth.
"Dagon… please…"
I rose, positioned myself between her legs, and thrust into her in one smooth motion. She cried out in pleasure, legs wrapping tightly around my waist. The table creaked beneath us as I took her harder, deeper, our bodies moving in perfect sync. The Force bond flared wide open — every sensation, every spike of ecstasy, shared between us in overwhelming intensity.
Ahsoka came first, clenching around me with a sharp cry, her nails digging into my back. I followed moments later, burying myself to the hilt as pleasure crashed through us both.
We stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too, Ahsoka."
The soul bond between us pulsed stronger than ever — warm, bright, and unbreakable.