Please Let Me Drive~

New Lust
Mmm driving. Now there was something she never got to do in Desierto.

Kessicia hadn’t really been privileged with anything while in servitude, save for a few meals and water during the day. She was required to appease her masters in whatever they wanted and that truly meant whatever they wanted. But now that she had escaped and taken on a new form, she was the master of her own fate and no one was going to tell her what she could and couldn’t do. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to drive anything – she barely understood the concept behind the automated vehicles. But still, it interested her and she wanted to try it out.

But there was an exam, with a tester that would grade her and levy out whether she could or couldn’t operate a vehicle. She didn’t like it but that was apparently how the rules went. So she waited in the waiting room, her legs crossed over themselves, hoping to get an instructor she could easily manipulate. The secretary at the desk had almost insisted she take Kessicia for her test, though she knew it was against the rules. The newly formed succubus giggled as she eyed the secretary still staring at her, giving the woman a small wave that sent a chill down the human’s spine. She liked this new existence.

“Madam!” A voice caught her attention and she turned to see, what she thought, was a military man. He was as stiff as they came; his posture straight, his arms attached to his sides with the clipboard tucked neatly under his armpit. His hair was cut perfectly in an official style, with flecks of gray within the black mass. He gave her a stern glare as she rose up, though there seemed to be the slightest hint of red on his cheeks. Even in his stubborn attitude, he wasn’t completely resistant to her charms. “Are you ready for your exam?”

“More than ready now that you’re here, handsome,” she said as she rose up, smirking as she took a moment to look him up and down. He was not the most attractive man she’d ever seen but that didn’t mean much to her. The desires in her stomach weren’t exclusive to looks or really… anything at all. He made a small noise that was probably an attempt at a grunt or scoff but it didn’t quite form. He led her outside and to the testing car, sliding into the passenger’s side while she slid into the driver’s one.

“Now, are you ready?” He asked, taking a pen out of his pocket and bringing it up to scribble a quick thought on his clipboard.

She hummed pleasantly. “I was thinking that maybe you give me the license and I pay you back for overlooking any actual… testing,” she said, eyeing him like he was a meal. In a way, he was.

“Excuse me?” He asked, his voice combative but also rife with insecurity.

Her hand slid over the distance between them and landed on his leg, her fingers trailing up his pantleg towards his thigh. “Don’t worry,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “You can still take notes if you want.”