**Chapter 807: Queens of the Dragon**
**Scene 1: Kuat Orbital Shipyards – Observation Deck**
**Stella POV**
Kuat was the fourth planet from the star Kuat, located in the Kuat system of the Kuat sector in the Core Worlds. A green terrestrial world orbited by two moons, Bador and Ronay. Its surface featured three continents and scattered islands, with lush forests, rolling green plains, and carefully-groomed gardens. The planet had a temperate climate and no hostile animal life — terraformers had ensured that.
But the true heart of Kuat wasn't on the surface.
It was the Orbital Array — a massive ring encircling the planet, fifteen modules strong. Three of those modules were the legendary shipyards of Kuat Drive Yards: Maw, Deponn, and Andrim. The rest housed supply stations, residential complexes, entertainment districts, and military outposts. The ring was a self-contained world of drydocks, factories, warehouses, and luxury apartments. Kuati Security Forces patrolled every section with ruthless efficiency.
Stella stood on one of the observation decks, looking out at the endless curve of the ring. For three days now, they had been here — she, the other girls, and a hand-picked force of Republic troops and Jedi. Their mission was simple but vital: root out Sith allies and ensure loyalty among Kuat's ruling families and engineering elite.
Using the intelligence Dagon had provided, over 250 engineers and twenty low-ranking noble families, five mid-level, and two high-class noble houses had been arrested and sentenced. The actions had earned them a new title among the workers and security forces.
*Queens of the Dragon.*
Stella smiled faintly at the name. They had tried to find something less intimidating, but "Demon of the Shield" still lingered in whispers. No one wanted to risk Dagon's retaliation.
She leaned against the transparisteel, watching a new Victory-class hull taking shape in one of the distant berths. Her mind wandered to deeper thoughts.
*Apart from Felacatian culture and a few ancient Jedi Lords who basically landed on a planet and left it full of Force-sensitives after mating with every willing female, there aren't many stories about how our marriage to Dagon will actually work. Less still about the children situation.*
Shin's voice interrupted her reverie. "So what are you thinking about? Because I know there's only so much you can do watching shipyards work."
Stella turned, smiling softly at her friend. "Nothing much. Just thinking… apart from Felacatian culture and those rare Jedi Lords, there aren't many precedents for this. How our marriage to Dagon will work. How the kids situation will work."
Shin rubbed her stomach absentmindedly. "Kids situation, right. To be honest, how many kids will we even have? I mean, each of us might want two or three. How many does Dagon want?"
"Dagon wants as many as you girls each want," Sakura said, joining them. "It doesn't really matter the number."
"Really? How do you know?" Zule asked.
"Remember how he explained he was in charge of orphans and new recruits?" Sakura replied. "He's accustomed to caring for so many kids on his own."
"And he did try to find relationships while taking care of kids, but that never worked out," Ahsoka added.
The group fell into comfortable silence, watching the massive shipyards turn raw materials into instruments of war. Stella's hand unconsciously rested on her own stomach for a moment.
The future felt vast — and full of possibility.
**Scene 2: Kuat Orbital Ring – Private Suite (R18)**
**Talon POV**
Dagon was away on campaign again. The separation was never easy, but the four of them — Talon, Aayla, Aubrie, and Erictia — had learned to take care of each other in his absence.
They had rented one of the most exclusive private suites in the Kuati residential ring. High-end didn't even begin to describe it. Silk sheets, mood lighting that shifted with desire, and a selection of Kuat's finest pleasures.
Luckily, Kuat had some of the best brothels in the Core. Talon had personally selected four beautiful female Twi'leks — two Lethan, one blue, one green — to join them for the evening. The women were professionals, discreet, and very skilled.
The room smelled of exotic incense and aroused skin.
Talon lay back on the massive circular bed, her red skin flushed as one of the Lethan attendants kissed down her neck while another licked slowly between her thighs. Aayla was beside her, moaning as a blue Twi'lek sucked on her lekku and fingered her deeply. Aubrie was on her hands and knees, Erictia behind her, thrusting with a strap-on while Aubrie's face was buried between the legs of the green attendant.
The sounds were beautiful — wet, needy, and unrestrained.
Talon reached out, pulling Aayla into a deep kiss, their tongues dancing as their attendants worked them closer to the edge. She broke the kiss only to gasp as the Lethan between her legs sucked harder on her clit.
"Fuck… yes… just like that," Talon moaned.
Aayla's hand found Talon's breast, pinching her nipple as she cried out from her own building orgasm. The four of them moved together in a tangle of limbs and pleasure. Talon pulled Aubrie over, kissing her fiercely while Erictia continued fucking her from behind. The room filled with their combined moans.
Talon came first, back arching as the attendant's tongue and fingers pushed her over the edge. Aayla followed moments later, shuddering against her. Aubrie and Erictia came together, collapsing in a sweaty heap.
They didn't stop there.
The night continued in waves of pleasure — the professional Twi'leks rotating between them, using tongues, fingers, and toys. Talon rode one of the Lethans' faces while Aayla sat on another's strap-on. Aubrie and Erictia 69'd passionately beside them, occasionally pulling the others in for messy, desperate kisses.
Hours passed in a haze of orgasms and whispered names — Dagon's most of all.
When they finally collapsed together, spent and glowing, the four professionals were paid handsomely and dismissed with thanks.
Talon pulled Aayla close on one side, Aubrie on the other. Erictia curled against her back.
"Still not the same without him," Aayla whispered.
"No," Talon agreed softly. "But it helps."
They fell asleep tangled together — four women bonded by love, war, and the man who had brought them all together.