**Chapter 672: Montrals and Master**
**Scene 1**
**Annihilator, Private Office**
**Dagon POV**
The private office aboard the *Annihilator* was one of the few places in the fleet where true quiet could be found. Dimmed lights, reinforced walls, and the low hum of the ship's massive reactors created an intimate cocoon far above the stars. After the chaos of recent campaigns and the weight of command, I had needed this — a moment alone with one of my girls.
Ahsoka had followed me here without a word, her orange skin glowing softly under the low lighting. As a newly knighted Jedi, she still carried that fierce energy, but tonight there was something different in her eyes — a playful hunger mixed with deep affection.
She stepped close, her montrals and lekku swaying gently with each movement. The most notable features of a Togruta were impossible to ignore: the two large cone-like horns called montrals atop her skull, and the three lekku — head-tails — that sprouted downward. Both tended to grow until maturity, with females generally having longer lekku than males. Ahsoka's were beautiful — vibrant orange with white markings, sensitive in ways she had only recently begun to share with me.
"I've been thinking about this since Felucia," she murmured, pressing her body against mine. "Just you and me… no battle meld, no fleet, no responsibilities for a little while."
I smiled, sliding my hands down her sides. "Then let's make it count, Knight Tano."
**Scene 2**
**Annihilator, Private Office**
**Dagon POV**
Ahsoka was generally the predator among the girls — confident, teasing, and eager to take control. Her nails would rake down my back, her teeth would leave marks on my shoulders and neck, much like Zule when she was in the heat of the moment. But there was a secret switch I had discovered.
I guided her toward the large reinforced desk, lifting her onto it with ease. She parted her legs willingly, her short tunic riding up to reveal smooth orange skin. I leaned in, pressing soft kisses along her neck before moving higher — to the base of her left montral.
The moment my lips brushed the sensitive horn, Ahsoka shuddered hard.
"Oh… Master…" she breathed, the word slipping out instinctively.
I smiled against her skin. Unlike Aayla's lekku — which required firm, deliberate stimulation — Ahsoka's montrals were far more reactive. I opened my mouth and gently nibbled on the tip, then sucked it between my lips, swirling my tongue around the sensitive cone.
Ahsoka's entire body jolted. Her hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in as a low, needy moan escaped her. The montral was incredibly sensitive — almost like a direct line to her core. I could feel her thighs trembling around my waist as I continued, alternating between gentle sucking and light nibbling.
Her lekku twitched wildly, curling around my arms as if trying to pull me closer. I moved to the other montral, giving it the same devoted attention while my hand slid between her legs. She was already soaked, her folds slick and hot as I stroked her slowly.
"Master… please…" she whimpered, voice breaking. The predator was gone — replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. Like a needy puppy begging for affection. When stimulated just right, Ahsoka became wonderfully docile, melting under my touch and surrendering completely.
I kissed down her body, pushing her tunic higher until I reached her core. My tongue replaced my fingers, licking slow, firm strokes along her slit before focusing on her swollen clit. Ahsoka's hips bucked, her hands tangling in my white hair as she rode my face with desperate little cries.
"Yes… right there… Master, don't stop—"
I sucked her clit gently, sliding two fingers inside her and curling them against that perfect spot. Her walls clenched around me, fluttering wildly as her orgasm built. I kept the pressure steady, sucking and licking until she shattered with a loud, keening moan, her thighs clamping around my head as she came hard.
But I didn't stop. I kept licking her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until she was a trembling, breathless mess on the desk.
Only then did I rise, shedding the last of my clothes. Ahsoka looked up at me with hazy, lust-filled eyes, still softly calling me "Master" under her breath. I positioned myself between her spread legs and thrust in deep, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
She gasped, nails digging into my back as I started moving — slow at first, then harder, deeper. The bond between us flared brightly, letting me feel her pleasure as if it were my own. Every thrust drew another broken moan from her lips.
"Master… harder… please…"
I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes. The desk creaked beneath us as I took her, one hand gripping her hip while the other gently stroked her montrals. Ahsoka came again with a cry, her walls squeezing me so tightly I followed right after, filling her with pulse after pulse of heat.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies glistening. Ahsoka nuzzled against my neck, still softly whispering "Master" like a secret prayer.
I kissed her forehead, holding her close. "My beautiful knight."