**Chapter 592**
**Scene 1**
**Grey Wolf – Medical Bay**
**Dagon POV**
I sat on the edge of the medical bed, staring at my reflection in the polished metal panel. The changes in my eyes were unmistakable.
The Mangekyō Sharingan — or what I had come to call the Sith Eye of Power — had evolved during the Felucia campaign. The original star pattern was gone. Both eyes now displayed three large, distinct loops that curved outward and overlapped at the center, creating an entirely round and connected shape without intersecting lines. The design pulsed with a deep, crimson-black energy, more refined and powerful than before.
Ashara was four months pregnant. The news had come quietly through a secure transmission from Nox on Lantilles. Togruta had a pregnancy cycle of ten months — interesting to know. The bond between us had deepened even further with the pregnancy, her and nox presence warm and steady in the back of my mind.
Kayla stood in front of me, arms crossed under her generous chest, her Zeltron skin glowing faintly with a mix of curiosity and desire. The other girls were scattered around the medical bay or on duty, giving us a rare moment of semi-privacy.
"Question," Kayla said, catching me off guard. "Why am I — or any of the girls — not pregnant yet?"
I blinked, momentarily speechless. "Uhmm… I'm not sure. That isn't exactly part of my knowledge base from either life."
"It's strange," Kayla continued, blushing slightly as she stepped closer. "We never use protection or take any medication to stop it. And let's just say… you are very strong down there."
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling heat rise to my face. "Perhaps it's a Force bond effect. Similar to the soul bond. Like when everyone wants kids, the Force will allow it."
Kayla's pink eyes softened. "Makes sense. We don't really know who to ask or if we should ask. But… do you want kids?"
I paused, letting the question settle. In my old life, I had decided against it when approaching women — mainly because of the constant danger and the life I led. "I haven't really thought about that. In my old life, I decided on not when I approached girls… mainly because, well, you know that part."
Kayla's expression gentled. She stepped between my legs, cupping my face with both hands. "But… do you think it might be nice?"
I looked up at her, the weight of fifty years of war, loss, and survival pressing on me for a moment. Then I smiled softly. "Yeah… I think it might be nice."
That earned me a deep, passionate kiss from Kayla. Her lips were warm and hungry, her body pressing against mine as her hands slid into my hair. The bond flared between us, hot and bright.
**Scene 2**
Kayla pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her breath coming in soft pants. Without another word, she lay down on the medical bed, spreading her legs invitingly. Her pink skin flushed deeper with arousal as she watched me.
I leaned over her, removing her clothes with my mouth — teeth gently tugging at fabric, lips brushing against newly exposed skin. I kissed down her neck, her collarbone, taking one firm nipple into my mouth and sucking while my fingers teased the other. Kayla moaned softly, arching into me.
Lower still, I settled between her thighs, spreading them wider. My tongue found her slick folds, licking and sucking with slow, deliberate strokes. Kayla's hands tangled in my hair, her hips rolling against my face as I worked her clit with my tongue and slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right.
"Oh… Dagon…" she gasped, her body trembling.
I kept going, sucking harder, fingers thrusting deeper until she came with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around my head as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
Before she could fully recover, I rose, positioned myself between her legs, and thrust into her in one smooth, deep motion. Kayla moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around my waist as I began to move — hard, steady strokes that made the bed creak beneath us.
"Yes… harder…" she begged, nails digging into my back.
I obliged, pounding into her with deep, powerful thrusts. The bond between us flared wide open, every sensation shared and amplified. I leaned down, kissing her fiercely as I drove deeper, one hand gripping her hip, the other teasing her breast.
Kayla came again, clenching tightly around me with a loud, shuddering moan. I followed moments later, burying myself to the hilt as I spilled deep inside her, groaning her name.
We stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. Kayla smiled up at me, her pink eyes glowing with love and satisfaction.
"I think we should try for kids more often," she whispered playfully.
I chuckled, kissing her softly. "I think I can manage that."