Chapter 326
**Scene 1 – Ahsoka's Turmoil**
Ahsoka Tano stood alone on the observation deck of the *Finalizer*, arms wrapped tightly around herself as she stared out at the starfield. The ship was in a quiet transit phase, but her mind was anything but quiet.
*Oh, Zule and Master are too close again,* she thought, a sharp pang twisting in her chest. *I was first. I deserve Master's entire attention. What did she have that was so special?*
The thoughts kept circling, growing more bitter with every loop.
*Was it because Zule was older? Nineteen, while I'm still sixteen — originally fifteen when this all started.* She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. *Zule was saved by Dagon when forces were completely out of his control. You were saved when you charged recklessly, thinking you could save him.*
She felt a phantom ache in her stomach — not a scar, but a memory. On Jabiim, when Dagon had been fighting Durge, she had felt him growing darker, slipping toward something dangerous. In that moment she had decided: *I should be his light.* Her affection for him had truly begun that day.
The first two months of being his Padawan had been her slowly, carefully shifting from "Master and Padawan" to something deeper — to mates. But Dagon hadn't seen it that way. Why would he? He was still adjusting, still carrying the weight of two lifetimes.
And yet… with Dagon, Ahsoka felt *alive*. She had met amazing people, made real friends, and seen sights she would never have experienced if she had stayed safely inside the Temple walls.
The memory of his words echoed in her mind, spoken that day at the Jedi Temple when he had requested her as his Padawan:
"We are going into battle, Ahsoka, so you watch my back, I watch yours. But remember — if you ever struggle, you can always come to me."
It was so frustrating.
She screamed — a short, sharp sound of pure emotional overflow that echoed off the transparisteel.
Kayla, the Pantoran Jedi who had been quietly meditating nearby, opened her eyes and stood up gracefully.
"You gotta take it easy," Kayla said gently, walking over.
"What is easy?" Ahsoka snapped, spinning around. "I am completely fine!"
"You are not," Kayla replied calmly. As a Zeltron, she could read emotions like open books. "You're jealous. You wish for more of Dagon's affection."
"Yes, I was first!" Ahsoka burst out. "Not you or Zule — *me*. But ever since he got me at the Temple… now…"
Kayla's voice softened, but there was a knowing edge to it. "Well, to be honest, you wouldn't have taken the leap with Dagon without us — at least during all our first times." Her tone turned playfully lustful. "Remember?"
"Yes, I would have!"
"No," Kayla said firmly, though her smile was kind. "And I don't think Dagon would have either."
Ahsoka opened her mouth to argue, then closed it. The words died on her tongue.
"You see it now," Kayla continued gently. "Dagon was a soldier first and foremost. Remember — an orphan in an apocalyptic world who risked life and limb for fifty years, from the age of seven, just to protect those around him. People in his previous life saw him as a weapon, a hero, a monster, or a defender. Then combine that with the current — or former — Dagon Marek, who was destined to be alone in the Balance Corps and accustomed to solitude. You're trying to find something from him that takes all of us to open up."
Ahsoka's shoulders slumped. "Uh… now I feel bad. And partially used. I just wish there was a way to get him to pay more attention to me."
Kayla's eyes sparkled with a sudden, lusty smile.
"I think I have an idea," she said, voice dropping into a sultry whisper.
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**Scene 2 – Dagon POV (R18)**
*Should I have followed her? Would it make sense? What would you even say to her? You could have talked to her through the bond, but you refused. Why?*
Two voices warred inside his head as Dagon stood outside the door to the shared quarters.
The dark side version of himself — covered in blood-stained black armor, the soldier who had fought Skynet for fifty years — sneered.
*It was a joke. I am still a joke. Did you honestly believe you actually understood the girls' hearts, or are you still trying to escape them?*
The light side version — a Temple Guard in emotionless white mask and robes — answered quietly.
*You are truly messed up.*
Dagon shook his head, trying to silence both.
As he opened the door, he froze.
Ahsoka and Kayla stood in the center of the room, wearing nothing but fancy Zeltron lingerie with garter belts and sheer stockings — Ahsoka in a deep, seductive blue set that hugged every curve of her athletic Togruta body, Kayla in pristine white that contrasted beautifully with her Pantoran skin.
Both sets were designed to tease — delicate lace, strategic cutouts, and thin straps that left very little to the imagination.
Ahsoka stepped forward first, cheeks flushed but eyes determined.
"I need you to show me that you still love me, Master," she said, voice husky with a mix of vulnerability and desire.
Kayla moved beside her, a sultry smile on her lips.
"I'm here to help," she purred.
Dagon's mouth went dry. The dark voice in his head laughed triumphantly. The light one simply watched in silent approval.
He stepped inside and let the door close behind him.
Ahsoka reached him first, rising on her toes to kiss him fiercely. Her hands slid under his tunic, nails lightly scraping across his scarred chest. Kayla moved behind him, pressing her body against his back, lips brushing the nape of his neck while her fingers worked open his belt.
"You've been giving Zule a lot of attention lately," Ahsoka whispered between kisses, her voice trembling with need. "I was first. I want to feel that again."
Kayla's hands slipped lower, freeing him from his pants. Her fingers wrapped around his already hardening cock, stroking slowly.
"We both do," Kayla added, voice dripping with Zeltron sensuality. Her pheromones filled the room, thick and sweet, making every touch feel electric.
Dagon groaned, one hand tangling in Ahsoka's lekku while the other reached back to pull Kayla closer. He kissed Ahsoka deeply, tongue exploring her mouth as Kayla continued her slow, teasing strokes.
They moved together toward the bed.
Ahsoka pushed him down onto his back, then climbed on top, straddling his hips. She ground against him slowly, the thin blue lace of her panties the only barrier between them. Kayla knelt beside them, leaning down to kiss Ahsoka while her hand continued working Dagon's length.
"You're so hard already," Kayla murmured against Ahsoka's lips. "She needs you, Dagon. Give her everything."
Ahsoka lifted herself just enough to pull her panties aside, then sank down onto him in one smooth motion. They both moaned as he filled her completely. She began to ride him with desperate, needy rolls of her hips, lekku curling tightly.
Kayla didn't stay idle. She moved behind Ahsoka, hands cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples while kissing the back of her neck. One hand slid lower, fingers finding Ahsoka's clit and rubbing firm circles in time with her movements.
"Yes—! Just like that—" Ahsoka gasped, head falling back against Kayla's shoulder.
Dagon thrust up to meet her, one hand gripping her hip while the other reached out to pull Kayla down for a deep kiss. The Pantoran moaned into his mouth, her own arousal evident in the way her body trembled.
They changed positions fluidly.
Kayla took her turn, riding him with slow, sensual rolls while Ahsoka knelt beside them, kissing her and teasing her breasts. Then Ahsoka was on all fours, Dagon taking her from behind while Kayla lay beneath her, tongue working between Ahsoka's legs.
The room filled with their combined moans, the wet sounds of bodies moving together, and whispered names.
Dagon lost himself in them — in Ahsoka's tight heat and desperate cries, in Kayla's skilled hands and sultry encouragement. He brought them both to shattering climaxes, one after the other, until they were trembling and breathless.
When they finally collapsed together — Ahsoka on his chest, Kayla curled against his side — the tension that had been building in Ahsoka was gone, replaced by soft, sated affection.
She nuzzled into his neck, voice quiet but content.
"I know you love all of us," she whispered. "I just… needed to feel it tonight."
Dagon kissed the top of her head, then Kayla's.
"You are loved," he said simply. "All of you. Always."
Kayla smiled sleepily, tracing the ring on her finger.
"Good. Because we're not letting you go."
The three of them lay tangled together, breathing slowing, hearts beating in sync.
Outside the quarters, the *Finalizer* continued its journey.
Inside, the bond between them grew stronger — forged in love, jealousy, understanding, and raw, passionate need.