**Chapter 654: Crimson Waters**
**Olympus Mons – Private Healing Baths**
**Dagon POV**
The private healing baths aboard the *Olympus Mons* were a sanctuary of calm luxury after the chaos of battle. Warm, mineral-rich water filled a spacious circular pool, glowing with soft blue bioluminescent lighting. Gentle steam rose from the surface, carrying the faint, soothing scent of healing agents and mild bacta derivatives. The water itself was designed to soothe radiation burns, ease muscle strain, and accelerate recovery.
After the intense fight at Kothlis, Grace and I had been invited for negotiations with the Bothan leadership to formalize their alliance with the Republic. Only the two of us would attend — me as Grand Master, and Grace as my trusted admiral and now intimate companion.
We were alone in the bath. The water lapped gently around our bodies as I sat behind Grace, my hands slowly massaging her shoulders and back. Her long blue hair was tied up in a loose knot, exposing the elegant curve of her neck and the smooth lines of her spine. Her skin, normally a vibrant pink, shifted tones under my touch — deepening to a rich, glowing crimson as arousal built within her.
*Wow, she really is changing colors,* I thought, fascinated. Similar to Zule, Kayla, and Visenya, the pink of her skin changed tones: lighter when angry, darker when aroused, and a soft, gentle pink when emotional.
Grace let out a soft, breathy moan as my hands worked down her spine, thumbs pressing firmly into tight muscles. "That feels… incredible," she whispered, leaning back against my chest. The warm water made her skin slick and inviting, her body relaxing under my touch even as her breathing grew heavier.
I continued the massage, my hands sliding around to her front. I cupped her full, perky breasts, gently kneading them before rolling her hardened pink nipples between my fingers. Grace arched her back with a needy whimper, pressing her chest into my hands.
"Dagon…" she gasped, her voice trembling with desire.
My right hand slid lower, slipping between her thighs. She was already soaking wet, her smooth, bare pussy hot and slick against my fingers. I stroked her slowly, teasing her swollen clit before sliding two fingers deep inside her. Grace cried out, her hips bucking against my hand as I curled my fingers, finding that perfect spot inside her.
The Force bond between us suddenly flared to life, stronger and more intimate than before. I could hear her thoughts, feel her hopes and fears as clearly as my own. *He's here… he's safe… I want him so much… don't stop, please don't stop… I've wanted this for so long…* It wasn't a full soul bond, but it was close — raw, deep, and awakening something new in her. I could sense her Force sensitivity growing brighter with every wave of pleasure I gave her.
Grace turned in my arms, straddling my lap in the warm water. She captured my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue was long and agile, tasting sweet like cake — a natural Zeltron trait enhanced by her potent pheromones. The kiss grew more passionate, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders as she pressed her body flush against mine.
I groaned into her mouth, my hands gripping her ass and pulling her closer. Grace reached down between us, stroking my hard cock before guiding me to her entrance. She sank down slowly, taking every inch of me inside her tight, wet heat. We both moaned as I filled her completely, the water rippling around us from the movement.
Grace began to ride me, her hips rolling in a sensual, rhythmic motion. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her pink nipples hard and begging for attention. I leaned in, sucking on one nipple while my hands guided her movements, thrusting up to meet her.
"Yes… Dagon… harder…" she gasped, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. Her skin glowed a deep, passionate red, her long blue hair coming loose and cascading around us like a curtain.
The bond surged again, sharing every sensation. I could feel her pleasure building like a wave, her inner walls clenching around me as she neared the edge. I reached between us, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles while thrusting deeper.
Grace came with a loud cry, her body shaking violently as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy pulsed and clenched around my cock, milking me as waves of ecstasy washed over her. I followed moments later, burying myself to the hilt and filling her with my release, groaning her name against her neck.
We stayed locked together in the warm water, breathing heavily, kissing softly as the afterglow settled over us. Grace rested her head on my shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest.
"I could get used to this," she whispered with a contented smile.
I kissed her forehead, holding her close. "So could I."
The negotiations with the Bothans could wait a little longer. For now, there was only us.