**Chapter 736: Bonds of the Hunt**
**Scene 1: Royal Felacatian Palace – Private Dining Room**
The private dining chamber was intimate and warmly lit by floating crystalline orbs. Soft music played from hidden vents, and the long table was laden with Felacatian delicacies. Dagon Marek sat across from Queen Miaria Prrt, his durasteel mask still in place despite the relaxed atmosphere. After their long swim the previous night, she had invited him to dinner. He couldn't help but wonder if this was a date.
The food was outstanding. Fresh fish grilled with exotic herbs, roasted birds with crispy skin, and a surprisingly tender rodent dish that reminded him of capybara from old Earth memories. For a feline species, the Felacatians knew how to prepare protein.
"Your face," Miaria said suddenly, amber eyes studying him over the rim of her wine glass. "I have seen recordings of you in various battles. To be honest, a lot of my people admire you. The Titan that descended from the sky to save us… they speak of little else."
Dagon set down his utensil. "Yes. I got damaged. Scarred horribly. I wear this mask to prevent others from seeing it."
Miaria's ears perked forward. "Could you remove it? I wish to see you. On Felacat, we honor warriors with scars. They are badges of survival and strength."
Dagon hesitated for a long moment, then reached up and unsealed the durasteel mask. He pulled it away, revealing the full extent of the damage from the brainwashed girls' Force lightning on Geonosis. The entire left side of his face was a landscape of heavy scarring — twisted, raised tissue that looked as though a building had collapsed on him. The right side remained relatively intact, sharp and handsome beneath shoulder-length white hair.
Miaria rose slowly from her seat. Dagon tensed as she approached, but she gently cupped his scarred face with both soft, warm hands. Then, without warning, she slid onto his lap, straddling him with feline grace. Her tail curled around his waist.
"You are very handsome," she purred, tracing a claw lightly along the edge of the worst scars. There was no disgust in her eyes — only heat and genuine admiration.
Dagon's breath caught. "My Queen… I should at least advise you that I am already married. Well… engaged in a harem of sorts."
Miaria's eyes sparkled with delight. "Really? Felacat traditions actually allow males to have harems. The more powerful the male, the larger the harem is considered a sign of strength and vitality."
*This might not go the way I wanted it to,* Dagon thought, feeling heat rise in his face.
"What are their names?" she asked eagerly, still seated comfortably on his lap.
Dagon listed them, blushing beneath her gaze. "Ahsoka, a Togruta. Zule, a Falleen-Zeltron hybrid. Flare, a Pantoran. Stella, Shin, Erictia, Sakura — humans. Kayla, Grace, Visenya. Several Zeltrons. Aayla, a Twi'lek. And possibly two Lethan Sith female Twi'leks."
Miaria's eyes widened. "Three Zeltrons? How are you still alive?"
"That is the same question they ask me in bed," Dagon muttered, half-joking. "I thought it was just their pheromones. Anyway… back to the original question. Are you sure about this? My life is full of danger and death. I drag everyone close to me into the fire."
Miaria's expression turned serious. She looked deep into his eyes. "One question. Are you fighting this war to eventually take control of the Republic? Like some kind of dictator?"
"Dictator is a strong word," Dagon replied honestly. "More like Lord Protector. Or Emperor, eventually. Yes."
That answer earned him a heavy, wet kiss. Miaria's lips pressed against his with fierce hunger, her claws lightly pricking his shoulders as her tail tightened around him. The kiss deepened, tasting of wine and wild passion.
**Scene 2: Royal Chambers**
They barely made it to the royal bedchamber.
Clothes were discarded in a heated rush. Miaria's purple bikini from the previous night's swim had already been replaced by elegant but easily removable royal silks. She pushed Dagon onto the massive bed, climbing over him with predatory grace. Her claws raked down his back — not enough to truly injure, but enough to send sharp, pleasurable sparks through his nerves as she marked him.
Dagon groaned, hands roaming her body. He cupped her full E-cup breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples until she arched and purred loudly. One hand slid lower, fingers finding her slick, heated slit. He stroked her slowly at first, then with more purpose, teasing the sensitive folds and rubbing firm circles over her clit. Miaria moaned, hips rolling against his hand as her tail lashed wildly.
"Yes… right there," she gasped, claws digging deeper into his shoulders.
Dagon leaned up, capturing one of her breasts in his mouth while his fingers continued their work. His other hand moved to her soft cat ears, gently tickling and massaging the sensitive bases. Miaria's reaction was immediate — a throaty yowl of pleasure as her body trembled.
Her pussy grew wetter under his skilled fingers, slick juices coating his hand as he pumped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the right spot while his thumb kept pressure on her clit. Miaria rode his hand shamelessly, grinding down with feline agility, her breasts bouncing with every movement.
Dagon's own arousal strained against his remaining clothes. The glowing blue veins across his chest and arms pulsed brighter with restrained power. He flipped them suddenly, pinning her beneath him. Miaria looked up at him with hungry amber eyes, legs wrapping around his waist, tail curling around his thigh.
"You are mine tonight, Demon," she purred, pulling him down into another fierce kiss.
Dagon obliged, fingers never stopping their rhythmic assault on her dripping slit. The night was young, and the Queen of Felacat had no intention of letting the Dragon of the Republic escape her claws so easily.
Outside the royal chambers, the palace slept peacefully under Republic protection. Inside, two powerful leaders forged a new bond — one of passion, alliance, and mutual hunger. The war waited beyond the horizon, but for these stolen hours, there was only heat, claws, and the promise of more to come.