**Chapter 602**
**Malachor I – Sith Temple Ruins**
**Dagon POV**
The wind howled across the shattered cliffs of Malachor I, carrying the distant crackle of residual dark side energy that still lingered in the ancient stones. I stood on the edge of a broken balcony overlooking the abyss, one hand gripping Zule's hip as I drove into her from behind with deep, relentless strokes.
"I think this is the closest I have ever been to literally pushing the dark side limits…" I muttered, eyes half-lidded as I admired the jagged, storm-swept landscape.
Zule's only response was a broken moan, her legs shaking violently as she braced herself against the crumbling railing. Her tight, wet heat clenched around me like a vice, trying to pull me deeper with every thrust.
"Focus!" I growled, rolling my eyes even as I felt her approaching the edge. I slammed into her harder, the wet slap of skin echoing across the ruins. My hands roamed up her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing firmly as I pressed my chest against her back.
She threw her ass back desperately, chasing her release. Her cunt tightened to an almost painful degree, rippling and spasming around my length. A breathless, high-pitched moan tore from her throat as she came hard, her juices soaking my thighs and dripping down her trembling legs.
I held her upright, preventing her from collapsing forward off the cliff. My own climax hit moments later. With a low groan, I buried myself to the hilt and flooded her womb, rutting through the aftershocks as I kissed and bit along the side of her neck.
"You're a horny bitch, you know that?" I scoffed, still buried deep inside her as she whined and rubbed frantic circles over her swollen clit. "I bet you do the dark side proud with those pitiful noises."
Zule stiffened, another orgasm ripping through her at my words and the pinch I gave her sensitive nipples. I kept thrusting lazily, savoring the way her walls milked every last drop from me.
Finally, I pulled out and let her slump against me. I carried her back toward the main temple chamber, where the rest of the girls were sprawled out naked across cushions and ancient stone altars — Ahsoka, Stella, Flare, Kayla, Aayla, and Visenya — all passed out in various states of satisfied exhaustion, bodies glistening with sweat.
We had come here for kyber crystals. What started as a serious training session in one of the old Sith training rooms had very quickly devolved into something far more primal. Hours of intense sparring, Force exercises, and meditation had burned away every inhibition until clothes were discarded and bodies came together in a heated tangle.
I gently laid Zule down beside the others, brushing damp strands of purple hair from her face. She smiled sleepily up at me, reaching out to pull me down into the pile.
I let myself be drawn in, surrounded by warm, soft bodies and the lingering scent of sex and satisfaction. For a brief moment on this cursed world, everything felt… peaceful.
Tomorrow we would return to go back to work.
But tonight belonged to us.