**Chapter 783: Quiet Reflections**
**Scene 1: Jedi Temple – Grandmaster Chambers**
**Ahsoka POV**
This year was known as Year 980 after the Ruusan Reformation and Year 3,633 after the signing of the Treaty of Coruscant. Or 2015, as Dagon sometimes called it in his private moments.
The new year came quietly. For Dagon and his harem, it was quiet — no judgment, just silence and the soft hum of the Temple at rest.
We lay in a loose circle on the massive bed in the Grandmaster's chambers, the lights dimmed to a gentle golden glow. Dagon was in the center, lying on his back with one arm behind his head, looking unusually frustrated. The rest of us surrounded him — heads on his chest, legs tangled, fingers idly tracing patterns on skin.
"What am I gonna do?" Dagon muttered, staring at the ceiling. "It's not like I can just erase her mind. And even then, how to cut the Force bond would be cruel to her."
Riyo Chuchi. The conversation had circled back to her again.
"It wouldn't be that bad," Flare said softly, her Pantoran skin catching the light as she propped herself on one elbow. "I mean… do you love her?"
Dagon exhaled slowly. "I don't know. At least I don't think so. She's a friend at least, but lately I'm not sure. Last year when I met her it was just a mission, right? Nothing else. But I also met Visenya and… well, Ahsoka, you were my padawan so I thought I wouldn't pursue a relationship with you. But Visenya, who was just a journalist — that wouldn't be a problem."
Visenya blushed deeply, hiding her face against Dagon's shoulder.
"So by that logic, was I your first love in this world?" Visenya asked quietly.
"Yes and no," Dagon replied. "Probably because I met Kayla before I met you guys. When I rescued her, Stella, and Flare… Kayla was technically my first."
"Hey, I thought I was your first," Ahsoka protested, poking his side.
"Nope. When I was with Kayla, you were with Flare and Stella. Remember we all did it in that cave first?" Dagon said with a small smirk.
"Okay, but remember I was the one who actually got you to forget about everyone while they were healing," Miaria cut in smugly. Sakura gently pushed her for the joke, rolling her eyes.
The conversation drifted easily between teasing and sincerity. It was one of those rare nights where the war felt distant — no urgent reports, no battles on the horizon for a few precious hours. Just thirteen women and one exhausted Dragon trying to make sense of the complicated web of hearts they had woven together.
**Scene 2: Grandmaster Chambers – Intimate Night**
**Dagon POV**
I looked at my harem spread around me and felt a deep, possessive warmth settle in my chest.
So many beauties.
Ahsoka with her orange skin and montrals, fierce and playful. Flare, elegant and blue. Zule, the seductive Falleen-Zeltron hybrid. Kayla, Visenya, Shin, Erictia, Stella, Sakura, Grace — four humans with vastly different strengths and graces. Aayla, Atroxa, and Talon — three stunning Twi'leks whose lekku and markings drove me wild. Three Zeltrons whose pheromones could melt resolve. And Miaria, the Felacatian queen whose beast form and royal fire completed the circle.
Breasts full and inviting. Curves and hips that begged to be held. Pussies already glistening with need.
I started with Ahsoka, pulling her on top of me first. She sank down onto my cock with a moan, riding me slow and deep while I kissed her fiercely. Her montrals twitched with every thrust. Talon moved behind her, licking where we joined and teasing Ahsoka's ass until the Togruta was shaking.
Atroxa claimed my mouth next, her red lekku wrapping around my neck as we kissed. I fingered her slick folds while she ground against my hand. Miaria straddled my face, her tail lashing as I devoured her pussy, tasting her unique feline sweetness.
The room filled with moans, wet sounds, and the slap of skin. I took them one by one and then in groups — Kayla and Visenya riding my fingers while I fucked Stella from behind. Sakura and Grace in a passionate 69 beside us while I thrust into Erictia. Aayla and Atroxa took turns riding me, their lekku intertwining as they kissed each other above me.
Talon was particularly wild tonight, her Sith tattoos glowing faintly as she came hard on my cock, claws lightly raking my chest. Miaria transformed partially into her stronger beast form for the final round, her extra breasts and powerful body taking everything I gave her until she roared in climax.
I lost count of how many times they came. I gave each of them everything — deep, powerful thrusts, skilled fingers, a hungry mouth, and the Force-enhanced stamina that let me keep going long after any normal man would have collapsed.
By the end, we were a sweaty, satisfied tangle of limbs and lekku. Thirteen beautiful women lay around me, breathing hard, bodies marked with love bites and flushed with afterglow.
Ahsoka curled against my left side, purring. Miaria claimed my right, her tail draped possessively over my waist. The others nestled wherever they could reach, hands still lazily stroking skin.
For a few hours, the Dragon let himself simply be — surrounded by the women who had chosen him, scars and all.
Tomorrow the war would call again. But tonight, in the quiet of the new year, there was only this.