Devil In The Sack 3: College Days

An old fav of mine. Emo goth girl turns out to also be half-demon but really just wants to play bass and smoke weed. The series just felt really genuine and always wanted to back to check in on these guys. Something about the later part having what's basically just a real-ass couple argument breakdown felt really good to write and explore, adding to the tension. Is that stuff sexual tension for you guys too? I dunno. I hate arguing at all in real life, but that's half of what I write.

When I met Violet Helsinski, she was on the quiet side. She still is, of course, but our new house sure wasn’t. Violet was still my tight-lipped, emo half-demon, but even when we were first dating we found ways to fill the quiet. She would leave the tv on the horror network or play her ipad playing music loud enough for me to hear in the next room. College itself wasn’t so bad, so it was more of them learning to live by ourselves. I found out that Violet can only cook in a sense; she burns everything at least a little, but I can stand a little crunch and charcoal flavor. I still took over kitchen duties while she handles the cleaning and any grunt work. She had four hands so I told her to go ahead and use them. She’d grunt an annoyed answer but she’d still morph into her demon form and get to work. I’d pitch in once in a while but just to get close enough to her weirdly sexy body. Four arms, a lot of muscle, a few horns and spikes, pitch black skin and glowing eyes. Not what I expected to become my type but damn if she hasn’t grown on me.

The one day I got Violet to put up some curtains. After the usual sigh and begrudging change she started to hang them up. It was a slow day for classes so she was hanging out at the house in some loose Within Temptation t-shirt and black boxers with a pentagram stenciled on the ass. She was all bones and emo bangs so she avoided anything too tight in case she felt like morphing into a hellbabe. Suddenly all her loose clothes tightened up until her beefed up ass filled the boxers and her shirt left most of her coal-black abs exposed. She was hot in both her forms, but I knew she felt more comfortable in her inhuman skin and watching those curves and spikes pop out is just an insta-boner for me.

When she went up on her tiptoes and her shorts rode up her ass, I couldn’t help myself. I got behind her and took a squeeze of her ass. Violet let out a low snarl but didn’t make a move to resist. “You’re an asshole,” she hissed in her smoky voice.

“You can’t blame me.

“I couldn’t help myself. You’re the one showing off that big black ass of yours,” I teased her back.

“I told you not to say it like that,” she grumbled, but I ran my hand up her middle back. I could feel her weird demonic joints and muscles stir beneath my fingers and she relaxed against my grip, even pushing her toned cheeks into my other hand. One thing I learned from all those nights spent with a demonic goth amazon is that four arms means she’s packing a lot of extra back muscles. A well-timed back massage will always get her in the mood. She quickly finished with the curtain rod, hiding our lewd behavior as she settled back on her clawed feet. She barely looked over her shoulder and slid out her forked tongue, zipping it the foot or so around her neck to lick my lips.

“Fucking jackass. Making me horny in the middle of the day.” I took that as a go-ahead and started rubbing between her four unusual shoulders, getting her to hiss and moan as my other hand pulled down her panties. It’s a snug fit around her transformed rear, but I was getting used to the more delicate work of undressing her. We almost never had sex in her human form; she said it was like holding back or wearing a suit, so she was always more comfortable in her demonic body. She felt like that was the real her, and that it was more special since only I got to see it.

As I slid down my pants, one of her lower hands came around to catch and stroke my hardon. I freed up both hands to massage her oddly clustered back muscles some more before she was really breathing heavy. I let my hands slid around her stomach to dip under her shirt, cupping her bowling ball tits and fingering the hard nipples. She let out another low snarl, but more of a demanding and impatient sound as she pushed her hips back against me. She lowered herself to all... well, all sixes, braced like some kind of sexualized hell-spider. One of her hands went between her thighs to spread her pussy lips, the patch of warm and wet obsidian as tempting as ever. A soft and feral snort from her narrow nostrils is all the verbal invitation she gives. I told you she’s the quiet type.

I mounted her from behind, pumping into her eternally warm pussy. She’s way too big and strong to be pushed around by my simple humping, but she starts to slowly rock against me. She was like the tide, adjusting to my pace but unstoppably doing her own thing. My big demonic girlfriend was still a snug fit when she started to clench around me, reaching back with two of her oddly jointed arms towards me. I grab onto them and use them to pull myself in harder, getting some low and smoky grunts from her as she hangs her head. I’m clearly hitting her sweet spot as she tunes out for a while before swishing back her hair out of her face. It’s common enough with her hair like that but damn if it’s not sexy seeing her multicolored hair splash around while I’m inside her.

I gave a short moan before I came inside her. She gave a short and acidic-sounding hiss as her claws dug into the carpet hard enough that I could hear them scrape the wood below. Her powerful arms that I’m holding pull he hard and deep inside her as she bares her fangs. It turned out that true love’s cum scalded demons, since they weren’t the types to go for that sort of thing. We’d hit this problem a long time ago and she was not just getting used to it, but getting off to it. I was still emptying inside her, feeling the flesh tense with pain and melt away as steam poured out of her pussy. Her snarls turned to a moan as I felt her tighten up around me again, regenerating her wounded slit around me. I almost thought I’d cum again, but not quite fast enough as she gave a weary groan and let go of me.

“That good?” she asked, wiping a few green tears away as she gave me a fanged grin. She assured me many times over it was a bittersweet sensation that she’d grown to love.

“Really good,” I said, kissing her once the caustic tears were swept aside. We got back up but she caught me by the arm with one of her higher limbs.

“Hey, uh… I’m doing this thing this Friday,” Violet said in her low and demonically awkward voice.

“Uh huh?” I said, taking her clawed hand assuringly. Talking with Violet took a lot of patience or a lot of insight, depending on just how quiet she was feeling. I expected a party or something she was cool enough to get invited to that I wasn’t.

“Me and the rest of the Wretched Shambles were going to be playing. Did you want to go?”

I shrugged as I picked up my shirt. “I usually come to your practice if I don’t have class.”

“It’s… not a practice,” she mumbled. “It’s at Pugsly’s Pub.”

“You serious?” I asked with a smile. “That’s great! It’s your first show, right?”

“Yea,” she muttered grimly. “I’d like you to be there though. In case I fuck up.”

“What? You don’t fuck up. You’re Violet. You don’t do enough to fuck up. You just stand there like a statue and keep the rhythm like every bassist.”

Her jagged jaws curl into a smile as she picked me up around the waist and threw me onto the sofa. “Oh, ha ha. Fuck you, dude.”

“I know. I fuck you too, sweetie,” I laughed as I reached back over the couch for my pants. “I’ll be there.”

“Yea, cool… thanks.”

Pugsly’s wasn’t a classy place but the locals and students who were over 21 went there. Violet and I were still 19 at the time so Eddie (the tall and pale guitarist for the forever name-changing band) got us in with a lot of assurance that we were good kids who wouldn’t touch a drop. That got the owner to give the silent and dyed Violet a long, gauging look before he let us in. Eddie, Paula and Riot started getting dressed and let me do some setup work on the stage to pretend like I was part of the crew. Violet didn’t have to do much of anything. She looked more punk than any of them without even trying, so she sat on a trunk and watched me work from offstage.

I started to lug out a piece of the drum kit when Paula whacked me on the arm, trying to inconspicuously get my attention. I inconspicuously almost dropped the drum before I stopped short.

“She doin’ alright?” Paula asked me. I looked to Violet before looking back at the black girl vocalist with the shaved head.

“She’s just being quiet,” I answered, hopefully out of earshot.

“Yea, but she’s always quiet. This is weird quiet.” I nodded, not sure what she meant. I still had to remember that the band knew Violet longer than I had, if not as intimately. I’d never seen her transform in front of them, even if they practiced at the same house where her demonic dad (and her mundane hot mom) lived.

“She won’t say it, but I think she’s nervous,” I said quietly. “I’ll try talking to her.” Paula nodded and warmed up her vape rig.

“Whatever our spooky little girl needs,” Paula agreed. I finished setting up and went back to sit next to Violet. Talking works differently with her. I just put my hand around hers and she nodded. Paula raised her eyebrows at me as if to ask “That’s it?” before she let us be, going back to pretending to ignore us. Violet was always warm with her demonic form just beneath her skin, but it was one of the only times I felt her hands sweating. 

It finally came down to showtime. The other three members of Wretched Shambles rushed out and jumped around to hype up the crowd while Violet calmly walked out with her bass. It got some hoots and cheers while a few laughed at their contrasting entrances. Paula did her usual shouted intro, everyone going along just like the practices in the garage. Violet did her thing as usual; quietly and impeccably strumming her bass along to their first song. It was basically perfect, or as best as they could get (they’ll always be too loud and a little indecipherable, but I think that’s the point). It was when the applause started to hit them that I saw Violet’s shoulders starting to tense. I froze up between doing nothing and running out for a quick back rub, but I wouldn’t have gotten there in time anyway. I saw her grit her fangs and her shoulders hunch until they stretched up another six inches from her body. The applause came to a stop as her bandmates glanced over at her as she went into one of her twisting transformations, arms popping out beneath her stretched out shirt as drool ran through her needly fangs. Her baggy cutoffs turned into tight jean shorts as one clawed hand held onto the neck of her bass like a club.

The silence made her seething breath that much more audible. We all just stared until Eddie stomped on a pedal, making the fog machine kick in and spray a cloud of mist up around her feet.

“Ain’t you punks ever seen a fuckin’ special effect before? Play us in, V!” he howled. Vi hesitated before bracing he bass against her chest and starting the intro to Death Cult Dungeon. The crowd got back behind them as they picked up their performance, covering for her as if her change was some elaborate hologram or practical effects. I finally blinked as the song got in full swing with a few people bobbing along to the music.

It wasn’t a huge show to begin with, so it was just 20 minutes for a few of their songs. They made their exit and Violet lurked backstage (ducking her horns under the doorway) and her friends went mental.

“What the shit girl!? You never told us you could do that!?” Paula blurted with a big smile on her face. “That’s bloody amazing!”

“I nearly shit myself out there!” Riot huffed, holding his chubby chest. “You think anyone saw me shit myself out there?”

“How could they?! Violet made this our biggest fuckin’ debut of a lifetime! Fuckin’ a, girl! Way to save it for us!” Eddie laughed. He started to reach to clap her on the back but glanced up at the towering demoness and all of her spikes… and then over to me. I sized her up and nodded before he lightly patted her arm. “Can you do that whenever you want?”

“Yea,” she said quietly. It was subtle with her one-word response, but it almost broke my heart the way she said it. I’d listened to her talk enough through her demonic filter of a voice to know when she didn’t feel like talking.

“This might be the best thing to happen to the band!” Eddie said, gesturing at her as Violet grimaced. She started to jerk and shrink as she went back to her human disguise, hair back in her face as she stared at her bandmates blankly. “We gotta get out there. Grab some drinks, do some promoting, get some numbers…”

“I’m gonna go,” Violet answered dryly. She looked at me and I saw a subtle curl to her clearing blue eyes (out of the pure glowing white of her true form). I took her by the hand and squeezed while Paula gave the others a look.

“You kids go ahead. We can handle this. Message us in the chat tomorrow,” their singer dismissed. I quietly led Violet out to the car.

“Can you drive us home, Todd?” she asked quietly, that little crack to her eyes and voice that had my heart sinking.

“No problem.”

She sulked and stared out the window but once we were back in the house was when the hell came loose. I didn’t even shut the door before Vi stomped into the living room, throwing her guitar case violently aside. She started breathing rapidly like she did when she’s trying not to change, pacing around the room. One of her extra arms popped out of her ribs and smacked a couple of books off a shelf, but she grabbed it and shoved it back inside her.

“What the fuck is their problem!?” she shouted. Easily one of the louder noises I’ve heard her make. “Did they think I was fucking funny out there?! Todd, they LAUGHED at me!”

“You were just really quiet compared to them. You stood out, like the cool one,” I tried assuring her, following her carefully. Even when she’s careful, I like to give her a little space when she’s changing. There’s still spikes and horns growing out of her, no matter how cautious we are.

“I hate it. I fucking HATE it, Greenberry!” She’s definitely mad if she’s using my last name. That was a relic from back when we were still pretending we weren’t dating. She ran her hands through her hair and they came back as claws. She looked at them furiously until they shrank back into her regular pale skin. “What was I thinking? Why the fuck did I go up there?”

“You did great! Everyone was cheering,” I explained to her gently as I sat on the arm of the couch.

“And they treated me like a special affect! Todd, I’m a fucking person, and I am HIDEOUS!”

“Viiii,” I warned her cautiously.

“No! Don’t sugar coat this! Because you know what, Todd? I don’t give a shit!” She threw up her arms with her eyes shockingly wide. They went all murky white as a second set of hands shot up with her other ones. “I’m ugly! I got too many spikes and arms and you’re the only one who really likes that! I like that! I love that! It’s why I let you set my cunt on fire every day just so I can be myself around you and relax for once! It was a relief to let that side out in public for once!” She itched at her skin until a patch of it started turning black. “I never want to do that again. Even if I get to come out of this fucking stupid little body.”

I hesitated for a moment and thought that over. “Wait, you’re not mad about changing on stage?”

“Noooo!” Vi moaned, clutching her face with her upper arms as she started pacing faster. “I don’t care. Nobody’s going to see it ever again. I don’t want… I didn’t want tonight, Todd. Even if everyone knew I was a demon and didn’t care, I wouldn’t ever want to do it again.”

“Vi? Try to pick a form and stay with it,” I urged her. Her other side will start to slip out if she’s in a bad mood so it can’t be healthy. “Sit down with me.” She stormed over to me and I carefully took her arms, guiding her into my lap. I hold her around the stomach and fee her second arms start sliding back into her waist as she calms down a little. “Now what was so bad about tonight?”

I winced and repositioned an arm as one of her stinging, acidic tears hit my arm. She leaned into my arms as she sniffed. “I never wanted us to be big. I don’t want to conquer anything or steal anyone’s souls or anything. I just wanted to play bass. I wanted to be in dad’s garage and never go anywhere with them. I liked it when it was just the four of us… then the five of us.” She nuzzled back into me and rested her head on my shoulder. I carefully got a wad of tissues with one hand to wipe up her bright green tears before they burned into my shirt.

“It was one of the only times when I was actually WITH people,” she said in a quivering voice. “As the human me. Like my disguise actually worked on them without just being weird and scaring everyone off. I can’t do any of that anymore. I’m not a person to anyone, because I hide from everything else.”

I listened while I ran my hands over her hair and back. She’d shut her eyes when I brushed her bangs past them but otherwise just sort of stared ahead. I went on petting her, letting her rattle off her problems I couldn’t relate to but listened all the same. She was a mess, so I just let her spill out her frustrations. “You’ll be alright,” I assured her quietly.

“I was never alright, babe. Now I fucked up big time,” Violet muttered. She glanced up at me with her purple lips and darkly shadowed eyelids. “And you heard Eddie. He wants me to do it again. I should have just listened to dad. I should’ve gone to Blackgate U and got into their dark arts program… at least everyone there is fucked up and not pretending to wear an ugly human suit.”

“You’re not ugly,” I reminded her. “Not in either body. And you would have been miserable there. You’re only happy when people around you are happy and normal to remind you how special you are.” I kissed her forehead as I brushed back her bangs as she sighed and relaxed. “Plus I probably don’t have the grades for a Hell college…”

“You’re such a dork,” Violet muttered, smiling as she gave me a limp-wristed punch in the ribs. She looked to me with her eyes tinted with green and red from all her crying. “I’m actually pretty like this?”

I ran my hands up her narrow hips and waist, sliding a hand under her shirt to rub her pale belly. “Of course. Goths are hot, and I like skinny girls.”

“You like giant demonic girls too, weirdo,” she teased.

“I can like more than one kind of girl. I’m just lucky that you’re two of them instead of just one.” I squeezed her ass and I felt her hot breath slide out her nose and across my neck. She held me a little tighter and I felt her hips slide along my thigh.

“I’m just gonna stay like this for a while,” she said quietly.

“Sounds perfect.” I kissed one of her pierced ears and she sighed as she pressed herself against me, a little more relaxed compared to her desperate cling. She lifted her head and I kissed her human lips, something we didn’t do as much anymore. Violet was usually most comfortable in her demon form, and we weren’t big on public displays of affection. It meant I was used to satisfying her when she had four arms and a set of horns rather than her human skin and makeup on.

I pulled her into my lap, letting her straddle my erection as it pushed up beneath her skirt. I felt the heat of her crotch against my pants as she gave another soft sigh, wrapping her arms around my neck. I was used to her weighing more when we were positioned like this, so I moved slow and steady to keep from pushing her right off of me. Say what you will about dating a demon, but I’d put on a little extra muscle from rolling around with a girl bigger and heavier than me. I kissed her painted lips and ran a hand under her skirt, rubbing her thighs and the edge of her black and red panties. I squeezed her ass again as I ran a hand through her hair, brushing her emo bangs out of her eyes as she stared at me euphorically. Her breasts leaned into my chest as I felt her nipples poking me through her bra, my ring on a chain bouncing on her small bobbing tits. She batted her shadowed eyes as the tips of her horns emerged from her exposed forehead, just to slip back into her skull.

“You okay like this?” I asked her quietly, itching around where her horns had disappeared.

“I want this,” she said with a nod. The first time Violet had ever come onto me was when she looked like this. She waited for me in her bed with her scrawny body dressed in her best bra and panties that didn’t fit her skinny figure. She was so cute and awkward and she’d changed back to her demonic form as soon as she could. Seeing her like this was actually new in a strange kind of way.

I lifted her shirt off over her head while she did the same to me. Our arms and clothes tangled above us as we giggled and locked lips again, her hard, long nips prodding at my chest. I cupped her soft little handfuls in my hands and kneaded them as she arched her back, still dry-humping me when her barbs grew out the back of her elbows. Once I was sure my hands were safe from any cuts I just leaned in and took most of one tit into my mouth. Violet gasped and pushed her chest into my face before slowly peeling back, letting my lips and teeth pull on her nipple before I let it pop free.

She cupped my face and kissed me again. I ignored the forked tongue prodding past my lips, but when I felt an extra hand pulling at my belt I tapped it on the wrist. “Sorry,” she muttered softly before it sucked back into her side.

“It’s alright. You do you,” I told her.

“No. You do me.” She smirked and unzipped me to pull my pants out from under her. She took off her panties without bothering with the skirt or leggings. The skirt worked like a veil around her hips and her striped long socks squeezed my thighs as she mounted my dick. She let out a long and shuddering moan as I went inside her. Her skin ripped from top to bottom, briefly turning black before going back to her pasty white. I might have pushed a little deeper than I meant to on my first try. I was used to fucking a girl who was more than a foot taller than her.

“Sorry,” I muttered, but she braced her hands on my chest and thrust her hips down even harder. Violet had taken some weird outlooks on sex ever since true love’s cum started burning her. She can definitely take a bit of hurt, if not sort of enjoying it. She breathed heavily enough that I could see her skinny ribs chest pumping with each breath. Even when I held her hips to help her ride my cock, she was practically out of control. It must have been kinky for her to do it like this, or maybe she just needed some love when she felt like her lowest and ugliest. Probably a mix of the two. Violet is quiet because she’s pretty simple with her needs, and sex and affection were top of the list.

Her painted nails raked down my chest and I when the sting left, I was glad she hadn’t accidentally grown her claws. I let out a hissing breath before I pulled her hair, tugging her closer to me to feel the heat on my scratched-up chest. Her high and desperate pants and wails rang in my ears until I felt something prick against my ear. I felt her thighs clenching and pussy pulsing when I spotted some of her black horns curling up from her head. I took one and used it as a handle to guide her head back.

“Easy,” I urged softly, but Violet looked way gone. Her eyes were wide and her lips were stuck a little bit apart as she huffed and moaned, smashing her hips against my cock as quick as her little body could go. I kept a hold of her head so I didn’t accidentally get gored, but it served as another point of leverage for her humping. She finally let out a piercing wail as she orgasmed under her skirt. As soon as I felt the hot juices hit my cock Violet snapped into one of her transformations. She went full demonic in a split second, bracing her extra arms on the couch as her sudden increase in weight mashed down on me. She grunted and growled as her suddenly muscular body pulsed around me, finally resting her blank-eyed head on the couch next to me.

“You okay?” she asked quietly.

“Yea. You?” I asked by her pointed ear. I was still hard and pulsing inside her, but I didn’t want to press things right now. The slow squirming of her hips was quickly pushing me towards the edge anyway.

“Mm.” She was quiet again. Compared to earlier, that felt like a good sign. “I think I should quit Dickpunch.”

“You mean Shambling Ruins?”

“Whatever,” she mumbled. “Quit playing bass for them.”

“You could just talk to them,” I offered. “Tell them what you think.” Violet gave me a look. Even without any pupils, I got her skepticism. “I mean I could talk to them for you. Worst case, they go on without you and you leave the group anyway. But those guys are fucked up.”

“Hey,” Violet objected wearily.

“In a good way. They’re like the only people I’ve seen you hang out with since we left high school. They deserve to know how you feel and they care about you. Just not as much as I do.”

“You’re right… they do care,” Violet mused as she let her demonic, nearly naked body relax against me. She laughed softly before nipping my ear. “I should have fucked Susie before I got hooked on you.”

“Yea. Me too.” Violet’s third arm grabbed a pillow from the couch and whacked me with it. “Quit it! I’m kidding! I didn’t even know her before you! I’m kidding!”

“Hell hath no fury, bitch,” she grinned as she grabbed my arms in two of hers. She beaned me with the pillow again and forced me onto my back to pin me down. She probably would have kept wailing on me if her bullying didn’t get me to cum and shoot her full of searing hot love. She just moaned and shuddered until she slumped back on top of me. She was suitably distracted and we were both exhausted, so we just cuddled on the couch until we passed out again.