**Chapter 743: Rest and Reclamation**
**Scene 1: Jedi Temple – Healing Wing**
Dagon Marek stood over the final medical pod, hands glowing with controlled Force energy. *So I healed Adi Gallia and Barriss Offee relatively easily. Apparently the Bow Hero just stunned them and implanted transmitters in their brains. Brain surgery with the Wrath Shield active was… complicated.*
Both women were now fully restored — no lingering dark side corruption, no brain-worm residue, and no unwanted Force bonds with him. A clean break.
Adi Gallia had been the first to speak after waking. "The Order… it has changed too much. I cannot remain." Barriss Offee had quietly agreed. "The new ways do not align with the path I wish to walk."
Dagon had simply nodded. "I understand. You are free to go. No pursuit. No judgment."
He had arranged discreet transport to Mern 13, a quiet Outer Rim world with a small Jedi enclave that still followed more traditional teachings. They left without fanfare.
*Good. I didn't have to explain anything.* Being Grand Master carried enough weight that they accepted the Order had fundamentally shifted under his leadership. Harsh, but he wasn't complaining. Some Jedi simply weren't suited for the new era.
**Scene 2: Jedi Temple Courtyard – Giant Lotus Tree**
High in the branches of one of the Temple's ancient, genetically enhanced giant lotus trees, Dagon reclined against the massive trunk. Miaria Prrt was curled against his left side, purring softly. Darth Atroxa rested on his right, her red skin warm against him, while the newly healed Talon nestled in his lap, head on his chest.
*Huh. Snuggling with a Felacatian Queen and two Lethan Sith Twi'leks on a giant lotus tree branch in the middle of the Jedi Temple. This is probably considered scandalous even with the new rules… but it feels comfortable.*
Miaria's tail lazily stroked his neck as she spoke in a sultry tone. "I thought we were supposed to be *building* your harem… or is it more like *repairing* it?"
Atroxa snorted, nipping Dagon's shoulder lightly. "You're one to talk. Stop thinking about sex while we're resting."
"If you don't like it, stop listening to her thoughts," Talon replied, blushing deeply but pressing closer. "Besides… Dagon doesn't seem to mind."
Dagon chuckled, running his fingers through Talon's lekku. "To be honest, turning off the soul bond for privacy seemed like a good idea at the time. Right up until the girls got kidnapped the moment I did it."
The three women exchanged glances. Miaria grinned. "Then perhaps you should keep it open more often. We like being connected to you."
Atroxa smirked. "Especially when your thoughts wander to us in the middle of the day."
Talon hid her face against his chest, ears burning. "I… don't mind either."
Dagon pulled all three closer, the warm afternoon sun filtering through the lotus leaves above them. For a brief moment, the war felt distant.
**Scene 3: Grand Master's Private Chambers**
Later that night, the heavy doors to Dagon's expanded Grand Master quarters sealed shut.
Clothes didn't last long.
Dagon kissed Talon deeply, tongue exploring her mouth as his left hand slid between Atroxa's thighs, fingers rubbing slow, firm circles over her already slick crotch. His right hand cupped one of Miaria's full breasts, thumb teasing the sensitive nipple until the Felacatian Queen moaned into his mouth.
He pulled back from Talon only to lift her, guiding her to sit on his face. His tongue immediately dove into her dripping pussy, licking long stripes along her labia before focusing on her clit. Talon cried out, hips rolling as she gripped his white hair.
At the same time, Atroxa positioned herself over his hard cock, sinking down onto him with a throaty growl. Her tight, velvet heat enveloped him completely as she began riding with powerful, practiced movements. Miaria straddled Dagon's stomach, facing Atroxa, their breasts pressing together as they kissed passionately above him.
Dagon's tongue worked relentlessly on Talon's pussy, occasionally sending small sparks of Force lightning through it, making her thighs tremble violently. His hands gripped Atroxa's hips, helping her ride him harder while Miaria ground herself against his abs, leaving a wet trail on his skin.
The room filled with the sounds of pleasure — Talon's high-pitched cries, Atroxa's deep, commanding moans, and Miaria's feline purrs and gasps. The three women moved in sync, bodies glistening with sweat as they used Dagon for their pleasure and gave it back in equal measure.
Talon came first, flooding his mouth with a sharp yowl, her body shaking. Atroxa followed soon after, clenching tightly around his cock as she rode through her orgasm. Miaria ground harder against him, claws lightly raking his chest until she too shuddered in release.
Dagon finally let go, thrusting up into Atroxa and filling her as the pleasure peaked. The four of them collapsed together in a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs, tails, and lekku.
Miaria nuzzled his neck, purring. "You really are something else, Dragon."
Atroxa smirked, kissing his scarred jaw. "And you handle three of us remarkably well."
Talon, still blushing furiously but smiling, whispered against his chest, "I… I'm glad I chose this."
Dagon wrapped his arms around all three, the glowing blue veins across his body slowly dimming. "So am I."
Outside the chambers, the Jedi Temple continued its quiet routines. Inside, the Dragon and his growing circle of powerful women forged bonds that would help carry them through the darkness ahead.
*Spear of Light* was coming.
But tonight, they rested.