**Chapter 737: Bonds of the Hunt**
**Scene 1: Felacat – Royal Palace Landing Platform**
Three days had passed since the failed Geonosian coup. The Triellus Trade Route was now fully secured under Republic protection. Both the inbound and outbound lanes through Hutt Space were locked down, giving the Republic critical logistical breathing room in the Outer Rim. Felacat had formally opened diplomatic channels and agreed to limited military cooperation.
Dagon Marek walked beside Queen Miaria Prrt toward the waiting shuttle on the palace landing platform. Their relationship had deepened rapidly — perhaps too rapidly. He had chosen to pursue her, risking the delicate balance he shared with the girls back on Coruscant. Yet something about Miaria felt right. She completed parts of him he hadn't realized were missing. Her passion, her strength, and the wild freedom she brought into his life made the risk feel worth it.
During their most intense moments of intimacy, Miaria had transformed into her beast form — a powerful, sleek feline predator. She had been deeply embarrassed afterward, but Dagon found it intoxicating.
"Perhaps it's best you don't mention that doing it in my beast form was… amazing," Miaria said, cheeks flushed beneath her golden fur as they walked.
"Why?" Dagon asked, leaning in to gently nibble at the sensitive tip of her ear. "You were beautiful. And honestly, it made you even cuter."
Miaria's tail flicked sharply. "Yeah, but if anyone heard that, every female on my world would rush to claim you."
"Good to know," Dagon replied with a smirk.
They reached the shuttle ramp. Miaria turned, pulling him into a deep, possessive kiss, claws lightly pricking his back through his tunic. "I will accompany you as the official representative of Felacat. My younger brother will handle matters here while I'm gone."
Dagon nodded, resting his forehead against hers. "Then let's go."
**Scene 2: Aboard the Devastation – Bridge**
The *Devastation* hung in high orbit, its massive wedge-shaped hull gleaming against the stars. Dagon and Miaria stepped onto the bridge together. Admiral Piett turned from the tactical display, one eyebrow raised at the sight of the Felacatian Queen walking close beside the Supreme Commander.
"So basically," Piett said carefully, "the Queen — or right now First Princess — is accompanying you as the official representative of her people, while her younger brother is in charge back home?"
"Yes," Dagon replied evenly.
Piett's gaze drifted to the fresh claw marks visible just above Dagon's collar. "And the claw marks on your neck, or the loud roars echoing through the palace during the last three nights, are not going to be any problems?"
"Nope. Why?" Dagon asked innocently.
Piett sighed, rubbing his temple. "You are the Supreme Commander of the Republic, Grand Master of the Jedi Order, and a literal dragon of war… and sometimes you act like a lovesick teenager. Just keep winning battles, sir. The fleet is ready to depart."
Piett gave Miaria a respectful nod and walked off to coordinate with the navigation officers, muttering something about "the Dragon's newest conquest" under his breath.
Miaria's tail curled with amusement. "Your admiral is perceptive."
**Scene 3: Dagon's Private Quarters – Aboard the Devastation**
The moment the door to Dagon's private quarters sealed shut, Miaria pounced.
She transformed mid-leap into her majestic beast form — a large, powerful tiger-like feline with sleek golden-black striped fur and two extra pairs of breasts beneath the primary pair. Her amber eyes glowed with hunger as she pressed Dagon against the wall, claws digging into his back and drawing thin lines of blood — not deep enough to be fatal, but enough to make him hiss in sharp pleasure.
Dagon growled, grabbing her powerful haunches and flipping them toward the reinforced bed. He dropped to his knees, burying his face between her legs. His tongue traced her slick labia majora before parting the sensitive labia minora, licking and sucking with deliberate hunger. Occasional sparks of controlled Force lightning danced from the tip of his tongue, sending jolts of ecstasy through her core.
Miaria yowled loudly, back arching, claws tearing into the bedding. "Dagon—! Yes!"
He grabbed her thick tail, using it as leverage to pull her harder against his mouth while his tongue drove deeper. The extra stimulation on her sensitive ears and lower breasts with his free hand pushed her closer to the edge. Her beast form trembled violently as she came hard, flooding his tongue with her juices.
Before she could recover, Dagon stood, shedding the last of his clothes. He positioned himself behind her, still in her powerful beast form, and thrust deep into her dripping pussy in one smooth motion. Miaria cried out in raw pleasure as he railed her from behind, one hand gripping her tail while the other reached around to stimulate her clit. The sound of flesh meeting fur filled the room alongside her unrestrained roars and growls.
After several intense minutes, Miaria's body shuddered and she shifted back into her original Felacatian form — exhausted, panting, and glistening with sweat. Dagon continued thrusting for a few more moments before finishing deep inside her with a low groan.
They collapsed together onto the bed, limbs tangled. Miaria's tail curled lazily around his thigh as she caught her breath.
"I was right," she panted, pressing her face against his scarred chest. "If you had stayed the entire time on Felacat, the female population would have been desperate for you."
Dagon chuckled, running his fingers through her long raven hair. "Then it's a good thing we're heading back into the war. I already have enough trouble managing the ones I have."
Miaria nipped his collarbone playfully. "You'll manage. And I intend to make sure you never forget your newest queen."
As the *Devastation* jumped into hyperspace, carrying the newest addition to Dagon's growing circle, the Dragon of the Republic allowed himself a rare moment of peace. The war waited — *Spear of Light* was coming — but for now, the hunt had brought him something precious.