**Chapter 551**
**Scene 1**
**Grey Wolf – Training Deck**
**Dagon POV**
I had just finished the morning session with Cera and Ashla, the two newest additions to our growing group of young Force-sensitives. They were both breathing heavily, sweat dripping down their faces after running the weighted endurance drills and basic Force meditation exercises.
"Not bad for your first week," I told them, nodding approvingly. "Keep practicing the breathing techniques. Strength and control come before power."
As the two girls bowed and left to recover, I turned — and froze.
Sakura stood at the entrance of the training deck wearing flowing Jedi-style robes with a delicate floral print. The design was unmistakably influenced by Shin. The soft purple and white fabric hugged her figure elegantly, accentuating her curves while still looking graceful and refined.
She looked… breathtaking.
I wiped my hands on a towel and approached her, tilting my head. "You look good in those. Shin's work?"
Sakura smiled shyly, smoothing the fabric. "She helped me pick them. I wanted to feel like I belong here… with all of you."
We walked together toward my private quarters. Once inside, I couldn't hold back the question that had been burning in my mind since she reappeared in my life.
"I still don't understand, Sakura," I said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why me? Exactly. What did I ever do to make you feel this strongly? In the other world… I couldn't even get a single real date. Everyone saw me as either a hero or a monster. Even the orphans I helped raise eventually grew scared of me. But you…"
Sakura stepped closer, her purple eyes shimmering with emotion.
**Scene 2**
"I wish I could have five lives!" she whispered, voice trembling. "Then I could have been born in five different towns, eaten five lifetimes' worth of food, had five different careers… and fallen in love with the same person five times."
Tears welled in her eyes as she continued.
"You, Dagon, were treated as both hero and monster — even by the orphans you helped raise. They eventually grew scared. But you never minded. You carried everything alone. I didn't understand why… so I decided I would stay with you. No matter what."
She reached out, gently touching my face.
"I know you better than anyone else in this world. I know how kind you are. So even if the whole galaxy speaks ill of you, I'll tell them they're wrong. I'll tell them again and again that you're a wonderful person. You're the one who saved my life, gave me hope, and showed me my purpose. I am your sword."
Her voice broke with emotion.
"I will follow you through fire and brimstone."
Tears slipped down my own cheeks. The weight of fifty years of loneliness, sacrifice, and endless war suddenly felt lighter in her presence. I pulled her close, and our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss filled with years of unspoken longing.
The kiss grew heated. Sakura's hands roamed over my chest as I lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed. Her robes slipped from her shoulders, revealing smooth, flawless skin. I kissed down her neck, savoring the soft gasps she made as my hands explored her body.
She was eager, passionate, and completely open to me. I took my time worshipping every inch of her — kissing her full breasts, teasing her nipples with my tongue until she arched and moaned my name. Lower still, I spread her thighs and tasted her, drawing out long, trembling cries of pleasure as she gripped my hair.
When I finally entered her, it was slow and deep. Sakura wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer, whispering my name like a prayer between kisses. Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the Force bond between us flaring bright and warm, sharing every sensation, every burst of ecstasy.
She came first, crying out as her body tightened around me. I followed moments later, burying myself deep inside her as waves of pleasure crashed over us both.
We stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Sakura's fingers traced the scars on my back as she smiled through happy tears.
"I finally have you again," she whispered. "In this life… I'm never letting go."
I kissed her softly, holding her close.
"Neither am I."