Chapter 318
**Dagon POV**
Onboard the *Finalizer*, in my private quarters, I sat on the edge of the bed while five very emotional women took turns scolding, screaming, crying, and occasionally hitting me.
Ahsoka was the most emotional by far. She was my first Padawan, the first person I truly met in this galaxy, and the bond between us ran deeper than most. Her lekku twitched wildly as tears streamed down her orange cheeks.
"You died! Again!" she yelled, voice cracking. "I felt it, Dagon! Your heart stopped and you just… said goodbye like it was nothing!"
Visenya and Kayla, both Zeltrons, expressed their anger in their own intense ways. Visenya wasn't a Jedi but was highly Force-sensitive and deeply empathetic — her emotions hit like a tidal wave. She paced back and forth, fists clenched, cheeks flushed dark pink.
"You think you can just throw yourself away and we'll be fine with it?" she snapped, tears glittering in her eyes. "We're supposed to be your family!"
Kayla, though a Jedi and better at controlling her emotions, still had that Zeltron fire. She stood with arms crossed, but her voice trembled. "You promised us. You promised you wouldn't leave us behind."
Flare, the Pantoran, was quieter but no less devastated. Silent tears ran down her blue cheeks as she sat beside me, occasionally letting out a choked sob or a sharp, angry word. "We felt you fade… and you didn't even let us say goodbye properly."
Stella, the human, showed her feelings in the most straightforward way — a couple of light slaps to my chest followed by her pressing her face against my shoulder, hitting me again with small, frustrated fists. It was very cute, even through the guilt.
"You idiot… you absolute idiot…" she whispered between hits, voice thick with tears. "We love you. Don't you get that?"
Zule sat a little further back, arms crossed, looking tired but still clearly upset. She had been the one who restarted my heart on Tatooine, and she was still angry that I had sent her through the portal to protect her instead of letting her fight beside me.
"You didn't even give me a chance to stand with you," she said quietly, but with steel in her voice. "I'm not some fragile thing you can just shove away when it gets dangerous."
Good thing Aayla was asleep in her own room. She didn't need to see or hear what was happening between the six of us right now.
I let them vent. I deserved every word, every tear, every slap. When the storm finally began to calm, I took a deep breath and decided it was time to take the leap.
"Okay… you're right," I said softly, looking at each of them in turn. "I've been reckless. I've scared you. I've hurt you. And I'm sorry. Truly."
I reached into a small hidden compartment beside the bed and pulled out a velvet-lined case. Inside were six rings — each forged from pure kyber crystal and beskar, gleaming with inner light and unbreakable strength.
When the war finishes… I have decided."
I opened the case and held it out to them.
"Will you marry me?"
The room went completely still.
Six pairs of eyes widened, tears still glistening on cheeks. Ahsoka's lekku stiffened. Visenya's breath caught. Kayla's hands flew to her mouth. Flare's blue skin flushed darker. Stella let out a tiny, shocked laugh. Zule's red-orange skin shifted to a deeper, warmer hue.
One by one, they reached out, each taking a ring with trembling fingers.
Ahsoka was the first to speak, voice breaking with happy tears. "Yes… Force, yes!"
Visenya laughed through her tears, sliding the ring onto her finger. "You're still an idiot… but yes."
Kayla's smile was radiant as she slipped hers on. "Always."
Flare simply nodded, tears falling freely as she kissed the ring before putting it on.
Stella threw her arms around my neck. "Yes, you ridiculous, wonderful man."
Zule was last. She looked at the ring for a long moment, then at me, eyes shining. "You really mean it? All of us?"
"All of you," I said firmly. "Forever."
She slid the ring on, then leaned in and kissed me fiercely.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly — from raw emotion and scolding to overwhelming love and hunger.
Ahsoka was the first to move, climbing onto the bed and pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. Her hands roamed over my chest, tracing scars as if reassuring herself I was really there. Visenya and Kayla joined from either side, their Zeltron pheromones filling the air with intoxicating warmth, making every touch electric.
Flare and Stella pressed in from behind, lips and hands exploring my back and shoulders. Zule knelt in front of me, her red-orange skin glowing as she kissed down my stomach, her restored hand wrapping around me with gentle but firm strokes.
The next hours blurred into intense, passionate lovemaking.
Ahsoka rode me first, her smaller body moving with fierce, needy rhythm, lekku curling tightly as she cried out my name. Visenya and Kayla took turns kissing her, their hands teasing her breasts and clit while I thrust up into her, drawing out her pleasure until she shattered with a loud moan.
Zule took her place next, her Falleen adaptability letting her move with sinuous grace, inner muscles clenching around me in ways that made me groan. She leaned forward, kissing Ahsoka passionately while I gripped her hips, driving deeper.
Flare and Stella weren't idle — they worshipped every inch of skin they could reach, tongues and fingers exploring, teasing, heightening everything. Stella's soft human warmth contrasted beautifully with Flare's cool Pantoran skin as they kissed each other and then me, their bodies sliding against ours in a tangle of limbs and moans.
We shifted positions again and again — me taking Zule from behind while she pleasured Ahsoka with her mouth, Visenya riding my face while Kayla stroked me, all of us lost in a symphony of gasps, cries, and whispered declarations of love.
The air was thick with pheromones, sweat, and the sounds of intense pleasure. Every orgasm was shared — waves of ecstasy rolling through the group as we brought each other higher and higher.
Hours later, we finally collapsed together in a sweaty, satisfied pile of limbs and racing hearts.
Ahsoka curled against my chest, tracing the ring on her finger with a soft smile. "You're really ours now."
"Always have been," I murmured, kissing her forehead, then Zule's, then each of the others in turn.
Zule nuzzled closer, voice sleepy but content. "No more dying. No more goodbyes."
"No more dying," I promised, holding them all as tightly as I could with one arm and the strength of the Force.
Outside the quarters, the *Finalizer* continued its journey.
Inside, six hearts beat as one — bound by love, rings of kyber and beskar, and a future we would fight for together.