Yes

“Oh, you seductive succubus… silver tongued devil…” he's growling at me across the link.

“I'm not going to contest that, but it's also not an answer,” Succubus are DEMONS, idiot, not that I am one.

“And you're not going to just betray me after?” He growls more.

“No point,” I shrug, again, not that he can see when I'm using technically-not-magic to speak to him mind to mind across however much distance, “I'm here to solve a problem, not to pick fights… but as you probably noted already, I'm not going to back down if you start one; for me, **** is a minor setback. I can lose as many times as is I need, and only need to win once.”

“...and you have a body to kill for, and you're competent enough in a fight to be the first to actually make me use those stupid precautions…” he pauses briefly, “...marry me.”

…and the Fastidiousness spell starts working overtime as I warm up and that hollow feeling between my thighs intensifies. He's choosing me! He… he's… he's a twisted evil man. Due to long association with a woman twisted by hate, but he is one nonetheless. The only reason this is attractive is because of a stupid divine curse. His perfect hair, perfect face, and perfect eyes are all poison. “No,” I answer firmly, “I'm not going to be concubine #69.”

He pauses a little while, “Of course not. You'd be wife number one, the mother of my heir.”

Ooh, I get to carry his… I pause, and take a slow, deep breath, not that I'm currently organic for it to matter… stupid curse… “Still no. I will absolutely free you from your chains if you are willing, but I'm putting them on.” I pause, “I mean I'm NOT putting them on.” Stupid, stupid Life. I quickly cast “Block the Seed” on myself just in case: The joys of 3rd party spells….

He pauses a bit himself, “Okay, no more talk of marriage, then. But yes, I'll have you break my chains. I'll be waiting in Absalom Station at…” he reads off a station address, which I note down in my personal com unit via Machine Telepathy (copied from a Spectra), “...I expect to be there in a few hours.”

I consider that, “Your Luck applies to Drift transit times too, then?”

“As long as I can convince the bitch it's not against Her wishes, it applies to everything,” he confirms.

“It's likely going to take me a little longer than that,” because I don't have Universal Teleport yet: I'm looking forward to that one at 9th: It's going to rock here.

“I spend a lot of time waiting, yes,” my mark chuckles, “See you then.”

“Oh I'm so…” no, I am NOT looking forward to seeing your perfect face. Stupid flawless skin. Stupid square jaw. Stupid dripping cunt. Ugh. “I'll see you then.”

“See you soon, sweetheart,” oh, his voice is just dripping with manly, sexy, confidence.

Poison! I cut the link.

Ugh. Well… at least I know where he's going to be for the next few days.

Taking a breath, I call over a minion, use an Alteration effect on him, and use him as a dildo for an hour to relieve the tension. It's only after I'm feeling better that I realize I turned him into a specific blond male human with a square jaw. Ugh, stupid curse.

I plot a course, and begin preparations. Three days to Absalom Station. I just have a Signal Basic drift engine, but I have the attunement option from the Technomancer, so I get a Drift rating of two out of it. While logic says I'm not tricking him… and I'm really not, the offer has to be genuine to work… the same can't be said about him maybe tricking me. I build the Hologram Core to house his mind. I also plan and prepare. I leave certain orders with my minions to find and extract me if I don't respond after a certain time. I hope it won't be needed. I hope it works if

[needed.

At](http://needed.At) least I don't need to sleep, so losing sleep from worry doesn't matter.

I shift into the prime material plane, contact Absalom Station, navigate through the myriad ships clustered around her, rent a berth, and dock. I disembark, and make my way to the designated meeting site: A very fancy docking arm - which I research: It's leased directly from the station by one Thaddius Thornsbane, and has been since the Gap. It docks a Large ship, which I scanned before coming: A Destroyer with the Colony ship framework… armed to the teeth, and with a lot of civilian expansion bays installed… it's basically a cruise ship, but heavily armed, armored, and shielded, and at the limit of what can still land on a planet: A personal mansion, I'd wager. It also has a launch tube loaded with a high-end Fighter craft, built for speed and maneuverability, and equipped with a very high end Gray cloaking device: An escape pod, perhaps.

Which means I'm walking right into the lion's den as I press the com button to announce my presence….