**Chapter 745: Scars Unhealed**
**Scene 1: Jedi Temple – Healing Wing**
Dagon Marek stood at the threshold of the sealed recovery chambers where Ahsoka, Zule, Shin, Aayla, and the others still rested in induced comas. The weight of the past few days pressed on him like durasteel plating.
"You shouldn't go help them," Aubrie Wren said quietly from behind him. Her new pearlescent white skin and silver-gray hair still looked surreal under the soft lights. "They don't want your help. Not yet."
Talon tilted her head, lekku twitching. "Why?"
Aubrie's blue eyes were filled with quiet sorrow. "They're trapped in their own individual mind prisons now — even if Dagon forces healing on them, they would never forgive themselves. The guilt… it's eating them alive."
"So I should just leave them there to 'learn a lesson' that doesn't make any sense?" Dagon asked, voice low.
Atroxa leaned against his back, red arms wrapping around his waist. "It doesn't make sense, but you've already pushed yourself hard healing us. Apart from the darkness rising inside you, your own mind needs rest. You've used the Mind Prison extensively these past days."
Miaria's tail curled gently around his arm. "She's right, love. We still have a war to end. *Spear of Light* won't wait for you to burn yourself out."
Dagon stared at the sealed doors for a long moment, jaw tight. Finally, he exhaled. "Perhaps you're right." He turned away from the chambers. "Let them rest. When they're ready… they'll find me."
The group left the medical wing together, the heavy doors sealing behind them with a soft hiss.
**Scene 2: Jedi Temple Courtyard – Giant Lotus Tree**
The late afternoon sun filtered through the massive leaves of the giant lotus tree that now dominated the central courtyard. Its trunk was wider than a starfighter, and glowing veins of blue energy pulsed faintly beneath the bark.
"Whoa… it's so beautiful," Aubrie whispered, staring up in awe.
"Yeah," Miaria said casually, leaning against Dagon's side. "Dagon stopped a thought bomb planted under the Temple. The tree grew from his own blood afterward."
A stunned silence fell over the newly healed women.
"Miaria," Dagon said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "that is *not* something they needed to know. Wait — how do you even know that?"
"Oh, I asked around while you were busy healing everyone," the Felacatian Queen replied with a mischievous grin, tail flicking innocently.
The questions came like a flood.
"You grew an entire tree from your *blood*?" Talon asked, eyes wide.
Aubrie reached out hesitantly to touch the glowing bark. "How much of yourself did you pour into this place?"
Atroxa smirked. "The Dragon really does bleed for his causes, doesn't he?"
Dagon sighed, rubbing his scarred face as the women surrounded him with eager curiosity. For the first time in weeks, the weight on his shoulders felt just a little lighter amid their teasing and wonder.
**Scene 3: Grand Master's Private Chambers**
Later that night, Dagon had asked the others for privacy. Aubrie was still painfully shy — blushing at the slightest touch — and he didn't want to overwhelm her.
The moment the door sealed, however, something shifted.
Aubrie proved to be an absolute freak in bed — far more intense than even Ahsoka or Sakura at their wildest.
She started shy, but once Dagon pulled her close and kissed her deeply, the healer's inhibitions shattered. She clawed at his back hard enough to draw blood, moaning into his mouth as he spanked her firm ass with sharp, resounding slaps that left red marks on her pearlescent skin.
Dagon sucked greedily on her breasts, tongue swirling around sensitive nipples while his fingers explored between her thighs. Aubrie whimpered and arched when he dropped lower, licking her slick pussy with long, hungry strokes before nibbling and sucking on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
What surprised him most was how much she loved when he licked and gently nibbled her human ears — the sensation made her tremble and cry out louder than anything else.
"More— please, Dagon—" she gasped, legs wrapping around his head as he devoured her.
He flipped her onto all fours, spanking her again as he thrust deep inside her from behind. Aubrie pushed back against him desperately, claws raking the sheets and occasionally reaching back to dig into his thighs. She bit down hard on his shoulder when she came the first time, muffling a scream against his scarred skin.
They changed positions again and again — her riding him frantically, then Dagon pinning her down and driving into her with powerful strokes while sucking on her breasts and ears. Aubrie's new evolved body seemed to crave every sensation, her silver hair sticking to sweat-slicked skin as she lost herself completely.
By the time they finally collapsed, both of them were covered in sweat, claw marks, and bite marks. Aubrie curled against his chest, breathing hard, a shy but thoroughly satisfied smile on her face.
"I… I didn't know I could feel like that," she whispered.
Dagon kissed the top of her head, stroking her silver hair. "You're safe now. You don't have to hold anything back anymore."
Aubrie nuzzled closer, her new pearlescent skin glowing faintly in the low light. "Thank you… for not giving up on me."
Outside the chambers, the Temple slept. Inside, the Dragon held another healed soul close — one more piece of his fractured family beginning to mend.
The war would resume soon enough.
But tonight, there was only warmth, scars, and quiet healing.