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Asmodeus calmly took a seat about half way down the bus. Arguably the greatest fashion maven of the Devildom, he had a dirty little secret.
Asmo liked public transport. So unfashionable!
He didn’t like it all the time, of course. Often it was smelly, difficult and inconvenient. Not a patch on a luxury car, darling.
Sometimes though, as a little treat to himself, he’d catch the bus and take the chance to indulge in some people watching. Not that Asmo understood the concept of “people watching” in quite the same way as everyone else.
As far as he was concerned he was giving people the opportunity to watch him. Which really was quite lovely of him, wasn’t it?
Settling in for the hour-long trip, Asmo simply smiled sweetly as he surveyed his fellow travellers.
The annoyed businessman in a suit. Did his car breakdown? The expression on his face showed just how much he resented being forced onto the bus.
Two middle-aged women chatting amiably. One knitting, the other with a book in her hand that she was ignoring in favour of conversation.
Two university students - oh my, that blue hair was vibrant! Sharing a quiet chuckle as one showed a video on their phone to the other.
The tired woman with the bag full of groceries. Poor love, she looked exhausted. Still, Asmo was certain she’d perk up shortly.
There were a handful of others on the bus but these were the ones closest to the Avatar of Lust. Naturally this meant they were the first to respond as Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly and watched.
“Is it warm in here?” the knitter asked the reader, attempting to fan herself for a moment with the woollen confection in her hands.
The reader giggled in reply, “Hot flush?” Before realising she too felt warm, slipping off her cardigan.
The businessman removed his jacket and loosened his tie, undoing two buttons.
One of the students rolled up their sleeves, not listening to the others on the bus, busy scrolling through to the next video.
The tired woman continued in her semi-doze, her head nodding slightly.
And Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly, and watched.
The other student ran their hands through that blue, blue hair. Before they blinked at each other, both surprised at such a gesture.
The businessman leant forward to address the knitter with a charming smile. “You’re right ma’am, it is warm in here,” he said.
She flushed again and daringly undid a shirt button before rolling up her knitting. As she reached down to return her handicraft to the knitting bag, the bus jolted and she balanced herself with a hand on the knee of the reading woman.
They locked eyes, before the reading woman slowly slid her hand over the knitting woman’s hand, holding it in place on her knee. The businessman drew in a sharp breath as he watched the interaction.
And Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly, and watched.
The tired woman stretched as she woke and the students couldn’t help noticing the fascinating way her breasts moved beneath her shirt. She fanned herself, yawning, “Is it just me, or is it getting warm in here?”
One student nodded, “It’s warm alright.” While the other licked their lips, swallowing hard, phone ignored as it lay discarded on the seat.
“Your jacket,” said the first student, slowly pulling down the tired woman’s zipper. “You should take it off.”
As she took her hand out from the jacket sleeve, the woman ran her finger along the second student’s jaw, wiping away a bead of sweat. “Warm, too warm.”
And Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly, and watched.
The businessman stood, holding the overhead safety rail for balance as the knitter unbuckled his belt, sliding her hand into his boxers pushing them down, liberating his cock as it strained uncomfortably against the fabric. He smiled down at her, appreciating the expressions the knitter made. He could hear the reader, her head under the knitter’s long skirt, the lewd moaning, the lascivious slurping as she slipped in another finger and continued to tease with her tongue.
And Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly, and watched.
One student leant over the back of the seat, kissing the tired woman, open mouths gasping for air as tongues tangled, the groceries spilling from the bag, a can of tomatoes rolling down the length of the bus with a clang. As they kissed, the second student pulled at the trousers of the first, tearing them in haste. Biting a cheek before burying their face deep in the crevice between, licking, tasting, tongue thrusting into that previously forbidden place.
And Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly, and watched.
The bus veered, slowing, juddering slightly as it ran along part of the road shoulder. An apricot glow flared in Asmo’s eyes, charmingly lighting the interior of the bus as ensured the driver returned safely to the road.
“Nuh-uh Mr Bus Driver,” whispered the demon. “This party isn’t for you, my treasure. I need you to keep driving.”
Asmo looked around the bus, breathing in deeply. He could hear the moans and sighs, the gasps and groans, the wet, salacious slap of sticky flesh on flesh. It smelt of sex, faded vinyl upholstery, stale chips and more sex. He stuck his tongue out, scenting, tasting, giggling at the way the obscenely pheromone laden air made his tongue tingle.
All around the bus were busy humans and oh, he could see how they were enjoying this! It was so sweet of them all to band together to help him wile away a trip that surely would have been so long and boring without them.
The businessman was now bent forward, completely naked but for his tie. It was held like a leash in one hand of the blue-haired student who was behind him, pistoning into him like a frenzied madman, pulling on the tie which each thrust.
And Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly, and watched.
The knitter and the tired woman had found the large cucumber amongst the groceries and were enthusiastically making sensible of use of it, agreeing to take turns as it was only fair. The knitter giggled at the obscenely slick squelch it made as she fucked it deep into the tired woman who was gasping, moaning as she licked and sucked her way up the inside of the second student's thigh, determined to reach her goal.
And Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly, and watched.
The second student lay across the seat, tired woman between their legs, the reader grinding down on their mouth as she pinched her own nipples, revelling in the muffled moans from between her thighs.
And Asmodeus simply smiled sweetly, and watched.
With a hissing of brakes and a crunching of gears the bus stopped.
“Oh!” exclaimed Asmo, “We’re here. This is my stop, darlings. I do so hate to love you and leave you but Solomon is waiting. Too-ra-loo!”
With a happy chirp, Asmo grabbed his bag and hopped off the bus, straight into the waiting arms of his lover. Solomon swept him up with a smacking kiss.
“I’ve missed you!” the sorcerer cried and then peeked through a steamy window at the busy scene on the bus. “Aww, you’ve been busy.” He ruffled Asmo’s hair affectionately.
Asmo shrugged with a slightly sheepish grin. “I forgot to bring my book.”
“I actually thought you were banned from public transport,” admitted Solomon, taking Asmo’s bag and carrying it for him.
“Only in the Devildom,” confessed Asmo. “Nobody cares up here in the Mortal Realm.”
As the passengers slowly recovered from the spell, seeing and feeling for the first time what they’d been doing for the last hour, the sounds of their horrified shrieks and cries were cut off when the driver closed the door and slowly pulled away from the curb.
“Let’s get home,” said Asmo sweetly. “I’ve missed you so much.”