Year 3 of the Droid Wars
"Kill your Master," Asajj Ventress said simply.
Dooku blinked. "What?"
"Kill your Master now, with my help. While you still can."
Dooku shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"It is the way of the Sith to overthrow one's Master. Now is your time. Armies are at your command. The wealth of worlds is at your feet."
Dooku said nothing. He had to admit, Asajj had caught him completely off guard with this. Of course, betraying Lord Sidious had occurred to Dooku at times over the course of the war. But always some vestiges of his noble upbringing had pushed such notions quickly from his mind. Surely the way of the Sith necessitated such an uprising someday. But only when he had learned all there was to learn from his Master. Only when his knowledge of the dark side was so far in excess of the Master's that such an ascendance was inevitable.
"You speak of matters you do not fully understand, Ventress."
"I understand that right now, your Master uses you because he is beset by dangers. But what happens when you are the most dangerous being left standing?"
Dooku found his mind racing at her words. The destruction of the Jedi Order was imminent. The end of the war was in sight. What WOULD become of him with the final destruction of the Confederacy?
"You see it, don't you?" Asajj pressed, sensing that her words were having some impact. "You have become too bright a beacon in the galaxy. You are the face of the Separatists. He cannot allow you to live."
"He needs me to continue the legacy of the Sith." Dooku replied, though his normally resolute voice held none of its usual conviction.
"He will find another." Asajj continued, smiling cruelly. "Do you think he has not already planned for this?"
"...of course he has." Dooku realized. His master had planned everything. Plans within plans. Backups within backups. Every possible course of action prepared for with meticulous forethought.
"He will end the war by my death." How could he have been so blind? Sidious was going to destroy him. It was the only way to bring about the final end of the Confederacy.
"Lead us, my Master." Asajj implored. "It is your time. Lead the Separatists to victory."
Dooku remained silent, staring intently at the cold, beautiful face of Asajj Ventress. He had always found her chiseled features pleasing. But as the dim light flickered through the windows, shadows playing across her face from the falling of Vjun's rain, she had never looked more alluring.
"Yes. Our time IS now." He answered solemnly. "It is time to bring triumph to our forces."
Asajj smiled viciously. She dared to step towards Dooku for the first time since entering his private chambers. She had gambled much with this proposal, risking her very life. Now, she felt the confidence to solidify the bond between them. Still, her heart raced as she approached him. She knew the deadly power of Lord Tyranus. She knew one false step could be her last. And yet, the pale Goddess of Death felt herself completely alive as she drew close to his body. Never before had she dared come within inches of him. And flirting at the edge of death had her incredibly wet.
She knew Dooku found her attractive. She could read it as easily as she could read any man's reaction to her allure. But today she was not seducing for wealth or power. Not for love or a simple sexual thrill. This man held the key to her future. The secrets of the dark side itself were hidden within him. If she could seduce her master and in so doing, become one with his power, her destiny was assured.
Asajj turned around and pressed her back into Dooku, slowly grinding her ass against his crotch as she draped her arm back around his neck.
Dooku looked off into the acidic Vjun rain, gazing away from Asajj. The dark mistress smiled as she felt his manhood rising beneath the gyrations of her supple ass. Though he feigned disinterest, she could sense his growing arousal. He may be a master of the dark arts, but she had long ago mastered the arts of seduction.
As Asajj slowly sway her hips against her master, she pulled the twin blades he had bestowed upon her from her belt up into her hands with the Force. She felt Tyranus tense as she ignited her twin weapons while still coiled around him.
Asajj held him in her embrace of death. She was silently displaying for Tyranus her deadliness, letting him know that she was just as lethal as she was seductive.
At once, Tyranus's own crimson blade blazed to life. He wordlessly answered her warning with one of his own. She could clearly kill him now with a quick burst of her blinding speed. But no matter her speed, he would surely take her with him.
Ventress continued her slow swaying against him, keeping his cock hard against her ass as the two played their silent, deadly game. He could feel the heat of her blade behind his neck, just as she could feel his heat raging against her.
Gently, she turned her head over her shoulder and leaned up to her dark master's face. Tyranus's eyes locked with hers and he kissed Asajj firmly, his beard scratching gently against her face. Ventress moaned sexily into his mouth, opening hers to give her master her tongue.
Their lightsabers hummed as their grips wavered, their darker instincts giving way to passion and lust. Tyranus kissed her more forcefully as he suddenly lashed out with the dark side, deactivating her weapons and throwing them across the room in one quick display of power.
Asajj's eyes flew open in surprise, but he never broke their sensual kiss, instead releasing his own weapon, and casually letting it deactivate and float safely away.
Wrapping her arms around him, Asajj turned and fully embraced her dark master. Dooku felt a hunger within his body that he had, until now, dismissed as vestige of youth and biology. But at that moment, the room was completely charged with the energy passing between them. This was the true strength of the Sith, he realized. To embrace one's passions fully. Why had he so long denied himself something that could so greatly increase his connection to the dark side?
Tyranus began pulling off Asajj's clothing. Smiling seductively, the pale beauty obliged, sliding down her dress and casually removing her remaining trappings. Wearing only her thigh-high black leather boots, Ventress shamelessly displayed her flawless physique.
Slowly, she reached into his pants and pulled forth his cock, gasping as she took hold of it. With a smile she held him firmly and looked up to meet his eyes. It made perfect sense now. Lord Tyranus's curved hilt...the same curved hilts he had gifted her: they were modeled after his own bent cock, which angled sharply upward in her tight grip.
Asajj wondered just how her master's angled dick would feel once she fit it inside her small body. Smiling, she pulled him towards his desk and draped herself back upon it, eager to find out.
Dooku stepped forward and pressed himself against her wet, waiting slit. He gently entered her perfectly hairless pussy almost effortlessly, as the pale woman gasped at his invasion. Taking her booted legs in his hands, he brought her feet to his shoulders and began moving himself in and out of Asajj.
Biting her lip, she struggled against her body to control the sensations running through her. Ventress always enjoyed being submissive at first, but normally she would lull a man in, only to end up riding him mercilessly, begging for relief as she asserted her sexual dominance.
