**Chapter 797: Shattered and Whole**
**Scene 1: Jedi Temple – Hidden Closet**
**Dagon POV**
"Zule, come on. Talk to me," I said softly, closing the door behind us in the small, dimly lit storage closet tucked away in one of the Temple's older wings.
"No. I need some time," she replied, turning away, voice thick with emotion.
I exhaled slowly. "I didn't want to do this." My tone shifted, carrying the full weight of authority. "General Zule Xiss, as Supreme Commander of the Republic and Grand Master of the Jedi Order, I order you to talk to me."
Zule froze. For a long second she stood rigid, then her shoulders slumped. She turned and collapsed against my chest, burying her face in my robes as deep, wrenching sobs tore out of her.
I wrapped my arms around her immediately, holding her tight as she cried. Her body shook against mine, years of guilt, love, and self-hatred pouring out all at once.
"Look… it's okay," I whispered, stroking her back. "I forgive you. And if it happened again, I would do it all over — every single time — just to keep you safe."
Zule suddenly pulled back and slapped me across the face. The impact stung, but didn't draw blood. She hit me again, and again, her hands growing red and bruised as she tried to hurt me, to punish herself through me. Each slap grew weaker as pain bloomed across her knuckles.
**Scene 2: Healing**
I caught her wrists gently but firmly, stopping the self-inflicted punishment. Green healing energy flowed from my hands into hers, knitting the bruised skin and sore joints back together.
"Why do you do this to me?" Zule demanded through angry tears. "Either I'm madly in love with you, wishing you were dead, or just plain hating myself for what you turned me into."
"And what exactly did I turn you into?" I asked, voice calm and steady. "You're a Jedi Knight — a very powerful one. You got your sisters safe. You avenged your mother."
"That's the problem!" she cried. "You always help me. You always pick me back up. I can't do it on my own."
"What is so bad about that?" I asked, brushing a tear from her cheek with my thumb.
Zule looked up at me, golden-green eyes glistening. "Because it makes me feel weak. Like I'm just… waiting for you to save me again."
I pulled her close again, resting my chin on top of her head. "You're not weak, Zule. You're one of the strongest people I know. You survived horrors most couldn't imagine. And you chose to stand with me — not because you had to, but because you wanted to."
She stayed silent for a long moment, just breathing against my chest. Then, slowly, her hands slid up my back, gripping my robes tightly.
"I don't want space anymore," she whispered.
**Scene 3: Passion Rekindled (R18)**
Zule kissed me deeply, almost desperately. Her teeth caught my lower lip, biting down just hard enough to sting before her tongue pushed into my mouth, frantic and hungry. Her hands tore at my shirt, ripping it open as I shrugged off my outer robes. I slid her armor and under-robes off her shoulders, letting them pool at her feet until she stood before me in nothing but her skin.
She bit into my neck hard, sucking and marking me as I explored her body. My hands cupped her full breasts, thumbs circling her dark nipples until they hardened. I kissed down her neck, sucking on her collarbone before moving lower. My mouth closed around one nipple, sucking firmly while my tongue flicked across it. Zule moaned loudly, fingers tangling in my white hair as she pressed me closer.
I dropped to my knees, spreading her legs. My tongue found her already soaked pussy, licking slowly from entrance to clit before sucking the sensitive nub into my mouth. Zule's knees buckled. I held her steady, one hand gripping her ass as I devoured her.
"Dagon… oh gods… yes… right there—"
I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them upward while my tongue worked her clit relentlessly. Her moans grew louder, hips grinding against my face. I added a third finger, stretching her as I sucked harder.
Zule came hard, thighs clamping around my head as she cried out my name. I kept licking her through it, drawing out every shudder until she was trembling.
I stood, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on my tongue. Zule's hands worked frantically at my pants, freeing my hard cock. She stroked me firmly, eyes dark with lust.
Then she turned, bracing her hands against the wall and raising her ass high, presenting herself to me. Her tail swayed invitingly.
"Come and shatter me, love," Zule pleaded, voice husky. "I need you inside me."
I didn't hesitate. I gripped her hips and thrust into her tight, wet pussy in one deep stroke. Zule moaned loudly, pushing back against me. I set a hard, steady rhythm, fucking her deep while one hand reached around to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples.
My other hand slid lower. I pressed a finger against her tight ass, circling before slowly pushing inside. Zule cried out in pleasure, her walls clenching around my cock.
"Harder, Dagon— please— fuck me harder!"
I gave her what she wanted. I rammed into her with powerful, punishing thrusts, finger moving in her ass in perfect time. My hand squeezed her breasts, rolling her nipples as I leaned over her, biting her shoulder.
Zule was shaking, moaning my name like a chant. "Dagon— yes— I'm yours— all yours— don't stop—!"
Her second orgasm hit her like a storm. She screamed, body convulsing as her pussy spasmed around my cock. I kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until she was gasping.
I pulled out, flipping her around to face me. Lifting one of her legs, I thrust back inside her, fucking her against the wall. Our mouths crashed together in a messy, desperate kiss. Her nails raked down my back as I drove into her again and again.
"I love you," I growled against her lips. "Every part of you. The light and the dark. All of it."
Zule's eyes filled with fresh tears even as pleasure overwhelmed her. "I love you too— so much— Dagon— I'm going to—!"
She came again, harder this time, crying out as her body shook violently. Her walls clenched so tightly around me that I couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, filling her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over both of us.
We stayed locked together, panting, hearts racing. Zule's legs trembled as I held her up, kissing her softly, tenderly.
"I'm sorry," she whispered against my neck. "For pulling away. For hurting you."
"You never have to apologize for feeling," I murmured, stroking her back. "Just don't shut me out again. We face everything together."
Zule nodded, clinging to me tighter. For the first time in weeks, the weight on her shoulders seemed a little lighter.
We stayed in the closet for a long while after, simply holding each other — two broken souls finding wholeness in one another once more.