Devil In the Sack 2: Meeting Your Demons

Hey, anyone remember Devil In the Sack? High schooler who’s fuckbuddies with a half-demon goth girl who can turn into a giant four-armed spike monster? I started a prequel to that a long time back and after being recently reminded of my love for goth girls, I jumped back into this the last couple days. It’s one of those weird-sweet stories that I always liked and it felt like they deserved more. I might go back to a future point for them, but glad to get this out at least.

Violet Helsinski is a spooky bitch. The only reason anyone would disagree with that was if she was standing right behind you.

It seemed like everyone had a story about Violet, and naturally, so do I. I had transferred in about a month ago and gone through the usual hassle. I tried making friends, which had some mixed results, and the bullies got bored of me pretty quickly. The few words people use to describe Todd Greenberry don't tend to include "interesting." They go for reliable, quiet, harmless, and sometimes "funny" when I'm around long enough to read the room.

Violet got words like creepy, scary, emo, robot, tasteless, and dangerous. She was the girl who penned metal band logos on her notebook covers, dyed her hair a different color every few weeks, wore black as her only color of makeup, made detailed monsters and demons for everything in art class, and carved patterns into desks with her pen caps. Everyone gave her space when she walked by, and her face never seemed to change. Half-hearted stares every time, and when people got a glare, they knew something was bad.

At first she just seemed strange. People were avoiding her more than actually afraid of what she did to them. People would say they found her smoking or reading elaborate leather books with faces that were a part of the cover or making strange faces at them when nobody else was looking. Ideas went from her dad making a deal with the devil to her being a witch or a vampire. None of them were true, of course... not exactly.

One day she came up to me, cutting me off on the way out of Lunch. She had gone with her classic black hair this week, hanging across her eyes  with a lemon-yellow horizontal stripe. "Hey, new kid," she said. I had been there a month, like I said, and her low, muttered tones made it unclear if it was a demand or a greeting.

"Hey... Violet," I replied warily, trying to focus on her while my eyes looked around for any kind of help. She wasn't threatening me yet, but I had caught her attention somehow. That was a pretty big gamble to go through without a possible escape plan.

"You're that Tim guy, right?"

"I'm Todd," I corrected weakly, implying a question mark as if she could change that fact if she wanted. She just gave a half-nod of acknowledgement rather than correcting herself.

"Come with me."

"Why? What's up?"

"Come. With me." She said it sterner, like she was translating it for me. She grabbed me by the wrist, and just that made my hands get clammy. Violet's not an ugly girl. She has some decent tits for our age, and she’s this kind of narrow that gives her this sharp and exotic expression and she likes her outfits tight and black. She had a barely-regulation skirt on that day with tall black boots, an open hoodie and a sleeveless t-shirt with a cartoony voodoo doll full of pins walking around. The firm grip of the creepy-cute goth girl makes me so distracted that she has no problem dragging me off from there.

“So uh… I’m still kinda new here,” I offered up like a kind of shield. “Is this normal, or…?”

Violet gave this loud sigh. Louder than I thought she could speak. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“It’s one question…”

“I know. Now shut it.” She opened up a door to the one of the storage rooms, pushing me inside by my arm and stepping in after me. I heard the bell ring for fifth period, which at least is just my study hall (bless those make-your-own schedules). Inside was sort of a spacious janitor’s closet; a few buckets and bags of salt for the icy parking lot were stowed away in here. Stuff they won’t use often, and apparently won’t notice if, say, the lock doesn’t work. 

"I'm going to show you something," Violet said, pulling off her jacket.

I play it smooth, by which I mean going bug-eyed and mouth hanging open. “Kay,” I muttered, trying to put my hands in my pockets for an excuse to do anything but quietly get hard in excitement. She saw right through my reaction and grinned at me, showing off her bright white… fangs?

“Good boy,” she said, shaking out her one arm until the jacket went flopping onto the floor. Her chest looked bigger than I remembered it, and her arms more muscular than a skinny goth should have been. She steps up and takes my wrist, pressing it against her chest.

“So… that’s cool,” I muttered.

“Shut up. I haven’t started yet.”

Violet lets out this big, breathy hiss like she's inhaling super hard, but with a rapid whisper hidden within it. I feel her body grow hot through her shirt as her pale skin slowly turns a charcoal black. There's the cracking and rumbling noises as she grows another six inches and puts on another twenty pounds as her limbs stretch and beef out. A few pointed horns poke out from her elbows and her fingers and toes pop as they get an extra joint. Her shirt rides up to expose more of her belly as she grows too tall for her clothes, and an extra set of arms with elbow spikes pop out from her sides. Her eyes turn all white and go at an angle that's almost insectoid, and her breasts puff up while spreading further apart across her chest. Two horns about six-inches long stretch from her forehead and her nose flattens against her face. Her hair has this fluid look to it as it goes from black to this toxic-looking mix of deep red and dark blue that spirals together; the yellow stripe remained anyway, because apparently hair dye still works on demons.

The scrawny goth turned monster now towered over me, her arms long enough that two of them braced against the walls of the roomy storage closet. She smiled down at me with that wide, fanged mouth. “Well?” she hissed as I realize my hand it still out, but resting on her narrow belly now that her size shot up.

"Am... am I supposed to be turned on right now?" 

Suddenly it’s Violet’s turn to look confused. "What? No!" she said in her natural low feminine voice. After hearing it coming out of her, I almost laughed. "Look at this shit! Why aren't you screaming!?" half of her arms gesture at herself as if to remind me she was there. My eyes linger on her naked belly and her muscular thighs poking out of her skirt, which is now so tight that the safety pins she pierced into the edges press against her taut black skin.

"I dunno... I like tall girls," I muttered. Her feet clacked as her claws stomped up to me, looming over me even more directly and bracing all four arms on the walls.

"THAT'S not the scary part!" she spelled out for me. Her breath smells like a bag of charcoal when she's like this, and I still can't go to a barbecue without getting a little memory-boner. "What's wrong with you?"

I finally get some gears turning in my head as her blank white eyes scowl at me. "Wait, what's wrong with e? Why am I the weird one? You just pulled me out of nowhere and turned into a bug girl."

"BUG!?"

I didn't know Violet could yell. I swear the walls of the utility closet shook as she grabbed me by one shoulder. She squeezed like a vice and lifted me into the air by it as I just dangle there chanting "Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"I'm a demon, you idiot. Unholy blood runs in my veins mixed with human flesh. I'm an abomination to your perception of mortal time and space and you think I look like a bug?"

"I mean, it's a hot bug girl!" I confessed quickly. "I thought it was really cool of you to show me! Ow!" Vi finally let me go and I blew the landing. I scrambled back up to me feet as she lets out a low gurgle like a settling car engine, squatting down on her longer legs.

"I thought you were going to run away. Everyone's else is a pussy like that." She sounded disappointed that I'm still around.

"Uh... sorry? My mom showed me The Exorcist when I was like 5 so I'm kind of hard to scare." The demon girl's head whipped up to look at me and the wetly greasy hair flopped onto her shoulder. I'm ready to run in case the word "exorcist" freaked her out.

"You saw Exorcist?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice. It wasn't much, but it was more than I'd ever heard out of her. I got really good at reading subtle things about voices after spending a little while around Violet.

"Yea. We watch it every few years. Young priest and an old priest, pea soup, like an hour of psychological and medical discomfort stuff... it's good shit. My mom's big on slasher movies and stuff so she'll share the good stuff with me."

"What about Child's Play? With the Chucky doll?" she asked anxiously. I swallowed and weigh my words carefully.

"It's kind of shit. It's just a doll. Even I could beat that thing in a fight if I had to."

"I KNOW!" Nailed it. Violet’s mouth breaks into his wide, lipless streak of white fangs against her black skin. "Like at least Myers is an adult man! That classic shit and those shitty effects only go so far! You need that weird new shit that you can't get your head around."

"Oh, well did you ever read any Lovecraft?" I offered.

"Not really. Why? Who's that?" It was just the time we lived in. He hadn't gotten big yet and he hadn't become casual-ass mainstream for even longer.

"Me either. I just hear he's got this huge sense of scale to his writing. Like so bleak that if our planet died out it's probably because something so much more massive and powerful than us didn't even notice us and forgets we were ever there in the first place."

Vi stared at me quietly for a second. "Todd?"

"Yea?"

"I think I just got a little wet hearing you say that."

"Oh. Do you need a bathroom?"

"No, not that wet. Are you seriously still a virgin?" I bit my lip and blushed, trying not to answer. That was good enough for her. "Whatever. Just don't tell my dad that."

"Wait, why?"

"Nothing." She sat with her back against the wall before one of her hands picked up her coat. She pulled out a box of playing cards, only to pop it open and pull out a cigarette. "You want to smoke?"

"Uh... okay." It's a long way from her trying to terrify me (if not eat me), so I don't want to say no. "But doesn't the health teacher say it's addictive and gives you cancer?"

"First thing; teachers are fucking stupid. Second, I don't because I'm a demon." She took out a lighter and lit a cigarette while holding it between her lips. She blew some smoke out of her narrow slits of nostrils like a dragon and it smelled sort of bittersweet coming from her. "And thrid, this isn't tobacco." She held out the smoke, her black lipstick staining the mouthpiece. There's tiny holes punched into edges where her fangs nicked the paper. I swallowed hard and put my mouth where her lips had just been and I taste a mix of oily makeup, charcoal, and pot smoke with the faint flavor of a goth demon girl's spit. I inhaled and enjoyed the sweetest, most forbidden taste I've ever had.

Vi and I skip fifth period together. I got a crush on her right away, her acting like the cool older girl when we're the same age. We got high and talked about horror movies and music and our favorite programs to download music with (back when that was a thing). I thought at first that she forgot to change out of her demonic form but I'd later piece together that she was just more comfortable like that. When the bell rang, she dropped the weed cigarette into an old water bucket. There's a series of cracking and slurping noises as her body shifts back into a human, sucking up her limbs and horns about a foot away from me.

"Hey," she said once she was back in her human form, as if she had just noticed me.

"Hey," I answer back casually.

"Thanks for not asking about anything that happened back here." I wondered if my ignorance of what to ask was really that redeeming to her, but I shrugged.

"It's cool. I had fun hanging out."

"Yea. We should hang out again sometime." Vi didn't smile but she offered me a hand and helped pull me to my feet. I pretended I didn't need it after half of her smoke. "I've got band practice this weekend. Did you want to come over?"

"I..." I was once again blindsided by the blunt demi-girl. "I didn't know I was in band." She scoffed at my reply.

"Preps are in band. I'm in A band. We're called The Garage Monsters. We're pretty okay." She shrugged as she opened the closet door, shedding the hall lights in on us. I felt a little disappointed to know our secret little meeting was over with. "So do you want to come hang out?"

"Oh. Uh, yea. Cool. I'll be there."

"Cool." Violet nodded. That was about all I got from her all week. I'd wave and smile at her but she would give me a little half-nod of acknowledgement before going back to staring at nothing or reading or staring and not speaking to some of her equally dark friends. I wondered if I was being given the cold shoulder until she grabbed me again on Friday. It was just long enough to shove a scrap of paper in my hand with her address and "show up at 1" written out in some fancy cursive. I gave her a small nod back and we parted ways again.

For how dark Violet was, her house ends up being perfectly normal. A low, two-story place with a seperate garage that's wide open. There's a fat senior guy with a mohawk a black girl with a shaved head and a short scrawny pale dude in her band, tuning and adjusting their instruments as they give me a confused look. "That's Todd," Vi sums up simply. "He's cool." The group seems fine with that and I can't contain my blush from being called cool by the girl who turned into a giant demon to give me weed at school.

"So you came to watch Dickpunch perform?" scrawny guy asked as he plinked at his guitar strings.

"I thought you guys were Garage Monster," I said gingerly.

"Emergency text meeting last night," said the black girl. "Me and the guys got to talkin' about our direction and the big picture of the band."

"And your direction is Dickpunch?"

"Yea. Hits you hard and makes you feel somethin'!" she replied confidently. "Right, Riot?"

"Yea! Ahhhhh fuck!" The other bandmates cracked up (Violet plucking her bass quietly and smirking for a half second) and the other two slapped five.

"I told you he'd fuck it up!" the scrawny guy laughed. "Riot keeps trying to do a vow of silence and he can't keep his big mouth shut for a fuckin' day!"

"So you're trying to be the quiet big guy?" I asked as I looked around for where to sit instead of standing awkwardly. Violet patted a cooler near her for me to use. "That' cool. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it."

"Oh thanks, man. FUCK!"

"Soooo what songs do you guys play?"

"A really shitty cover of Sound of Silence and a song about a suicide cult," Violet summed up shortly. "Now let's practice before my dad kicks us out."

Dickpunch isn't great at getting organized, but they can play decently. I might be a little biased to say that Vi played the best out of all of them, but she definitely knew what she was doing. The others got into occasional shouting matches but Violet never even spoke up. It wasn't that they were ignoring her, she just had nothing to say. Whenever they looked to her for a response, she just nodded. When they stopped for a break I asked to use the bathroom.

"Follow me," Vi said, setting her bass guitar back in its stand. "And if my dad appears, don't listen to anything he says."

"Appears" was a weird way to put it, but I followed her inside. We rounded a couple corners to get to the stairs when we ran into her mom on the stairs. She let out a cute little "oop!" and backpedaled with her little basket of laundry.

"Sorry, honey! I thought you were busy with your little friends so I was getting some laundry done."

"It's fine, mom," Vi said quietly as she hurried the rest of the way upstairs. "I'm just showing him the bathroom."

"Oh I don't think we've met! I'm Paula! Violet's mother!" The woman had some fair skin, a plump build and a smiling face. Apart from the paleness, nothing like I expected Violet to be related to.

"Hi, Mrs. Helsinski," I excused as I shuffled around her. "Did you need a hand with that?"

"She's fine," Vi answered for her, but Paula went on anyway.

"Oh I'm fine, dear. Thank you. Such a nice boy," she chimed, seemingly towards Violet with the last part. "Don't forget to leave your door open a crack."

"I will, mom." Violet lead me to what was obviously her room, full of horror movie posters, creepy talls, thick old books and odd amulets. Even her bed was all black, down to the sheets. It didn't hit me until I set foot on her carpet that this was her private bathroom. I was going into a girl's bedroom. Despite her last words, Violet pulled the door loudly shut.

"She seems nice," I offered, trying to distract the both of us for a moment. "I didn't expect... that."

"I'm only half demon," Violet reminded me, pushing open the narrow door that lead to her tiny bathroom. Dark makeup and nail polish was lined up messily at the base of her mirror. "Just lift the seat when you go." I never would have expected those two sentences next to each other in a conversation.

I do my business and wash up, trying to calm myself down. It doesn't do me any good because as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Violet is sitting there on the bed. She was still in human form in just her underwear. I can see more bones jutting out than I thought I would when I first saw a girl like this, but she's never been the Playboy model type. Her legs were crossed as she stared at me from beneath her bangs, but I catch her arm shifting to try and get more comfortable. I realize she's barely more confident about this than I am, despite her bleak demeanor.

"Hey," I say in a cracking voice, trying to clear my throat. I get another tiny nod from her. She tossed her bangs aside and nodded towards the bed. My toes curl to keep myself from clenching nervous fists and I move over to sit next to her. I was in a girl's bedroom, sitting in her bed. This wasn't even a date. We weren't even dating. I was barely able to keep thinking at all as she put her scrawny hands on my lap.

"Just be cool, okay?" She licked her lips and I realize that they're not black today, but a glossy purple. My heart races to think that she had prettied herself up for me, even if it was hardly a couple shades off from her usual. I remembered the taste of her cigarette and wanted more so I rested my hands on hers. Sure I was a little sweaty and awkward, but welcome to everyone's first time. I glanced to make sure the door was still shut before I pushed my lips into her thin pair and had my first real kiss. She didn't moan or say anything, but her breath blew across my face more rapidly over the passing seconds to express her subtle excitement. I moved a hand around her scrawny naked waist and pulled her closer, feeling her silky black bra push against my chest. She gave the briefest of grunts as one pale leg wrapped around my waist, locking us together.

I let my hands rub around her skinny waist before starting to cup her breasts. I slip my fingers under now and then but I'm a first-timer working blind as I keep my eyes closed in our kiss. I opened them to peek at my work but she gots impatient with one thing or another. She pulled the bra off over her head and threw it off the bed as she leaned into me, pinning me to the bed. I see a faint ripple of black run across her skin like she's thinking of changing but stops as she mounts me with her breasts hanging over my face.

"Do you like them?" she asked evenly, her long hair hanging like a veil over both of our heads.

"Yea," I confess simply as I will myself to touch them. It's so smooth and soft and I obsess over watching how it presses gently inward with the slightest press of my fingers.

"I've been thinking of getting them pierced. What do you think?" she asked, but I decided to play it safe.

"I think they look great like this," I admitted, leaning forward to kiss her again. She moaned into my mouth and arched her back, pushing her hips against mine so I can feel my hardon rest against her ridiculously silky panties. It also pushed her naked tits into my face, and I couldn't help but wrap my mouth around one of her hard, broad nipples. Vi let out another needy groan and from behind her breast, I saw a thick black arm burst out of her side and brace its claws against the bed. "You okay?" I offered, managing to pull my lips away from her tits for about two seconds before going after the other one.

"I'm fine," she mumbled distantly. I felt her body flex against my fingers and the arm cracked before shooting back into her flesh as simply as retracting her tongue."Get naked."

Gladly. I pulled off my shirt as a small means of stalling, but she had already started on my pants. I was hard and ready, and she gave a faint hiss as she ran her tongue up the front of my cock. I had to notice the fork in her tongue (is that what they call those little V-shaped snake tongues?), mostly because its flicking past my tip stroked the head on both sides. She squeezed her slender fingers around my shaft, just above my balls and started lightly stroking as she started licking it more intensely, rolling her tongue and opening her mouth wider. Her painted bangs shifted around and brushed against my thighs when she started to go lower, pushing most of my cock into her mouth so that the head made her cheek bulge. I moaned and collapsed back on her bed, watching her in fascination as I saw the color leave her eyes. I felt more than I heard her moaning as her eyes went all white and I saw her bangs rising as her horns started to slowly slide out of her forehead.

"Do you want to get changed?" I asked quietly. She looked up at me... or I think she did. No pupils and all in her half-changed state. Her purple lips puckered on my shaft, almost pinching shut around it and pulling back with a sloppy purple ring around my cock.

"I'm naked, you stupid fuck," she said plainly. So she hadn't noticed.

"I mean..." I reached down and carefully squeezed one of her horns. It felt sharp near the top and I could have easily cut myself on it if I wasn't gentle. Her empty eyes went wider and I saw the horn retract back into her skin. It made her bangs flop back down in this cute little curtain call.

"Shit," she cursed, fixing her hair as her eyes went back to normal. "Tell me next time, you asshole." Her pale cheeks blushed as she pulled back and rested on her knees.

"I'm sorry." I was, though that didn't make my lipstick-stained hardon go away. "Are you more comfortable like that?"

"When I'm a demon?" she asked, rubbing her face like she was really getting frustrated with me. Or maybe with her changes. "Yea. It's like... like I'm always holding it in just a little bit when I'm like this. Like this is my transformation and not the other way around."

"So... do you wanna?" Violent rubbed at her face, and I didn't know if it she was cleaning up some tears with her bangs in the way of her face. "Did you want to change and keep going?" She itched her side where the arms would come out and didn't respond right away. "I kind of wanted to see it again. I'd be the only guy I know who's ever kissed a demon."

"You can't tell anyone about this." She said it more sternly than her usual lazy tone, so I nodded. She took a deep breath in and out before there was the cracking noises and the charcoal skin. Her body shot up taller than I'd ever be in my life and the horns sprouted from her multicolored hair. She let out another long breath and I smelled that charcoal breath as it ran across my chest. Her big and black breasts heaved with the breath as hard abs tensed beneath them. Her muscular thighs looked even bigger with nothing but her panties on, and they didn't even cover all of her pussy. She rested on all six of her limbs, eying me like something in between a predatory cat and another scared but hopeful virgin like me behind all the spikes and fangs. I smiled and sighed as her smell took me back to when I first got my crush on her.

"You look good." She parted her purple lips enough for her snakey tongue to shoot out and push itself between my lips. It had to have been three feet long.

She crawled up to me on all fours/sixes before she cradled my face. "You're such a creep," she purred in her slightly lower voice, somehow without needing her entire tongue to speak. It still made her tongue vibrate in my mouth so I was more excited than confused as she french kissed me. Her second set of hands went to my crotch, still holding my face while her extra hands stroked my throbbing cock and balls. I might have been a virgin but I had masturbated enough to know when I was ready.

"Careful. I think I'm gonna..."

"Good." Her tongue retreated just to kiss me with her actual lips, sliding herself on top of me. She was so warm and wet that I wasn't sure if it was entirely natural for a normal girl. At that point I didn't care. I didn't want a normal girl now that I had Violet. I huffed out a deep breath as my dick slid into her tight but deep opening. "Am I crushing you?" she asked as she gingerly slid back and forth on my dick.

"No. I'm good," I muttered as I started feeling up her breasts again. They were even bigger and heavier in this form, one more benefit to her transformation. I lightly pinched her nipples, thinking she'd be too big and strong to be bothered and needing something to vent on. She gave a sharp hiss and arched her back so fast I flinched away from her swinging horns. "You sure you want to get those pierced? They seem pretty sensitive," I warned.

"Fuck you," she muttered. Her strong legs spread and squatted over my shaft like an awkward grasshopper. When I started to move my hands lower, she caught my wrists and moved them back to her nipples. "I didn't say stop." I went back on breast duty with pleasure, kissing and pinching them while breathing heavy and moaning. Her strong thighs pulsed as she rode on my shaft and suddenly let out a low, beastial growl. I tensed but couldn't escape from under her bulk, but it turned out I didn't need to. Her hips bucked violently against my hardon, bobbing it around a few times before I felt a hot fluid running down my dick. Her upper arms dug into her headboard, leaving some deep scratches while her lower hands grabbed onto my waist. I saw her fanged mouth hang open and drool all over my chest as she gave a few more vigorous thrusts to ride out what's apparently Violet's orgasm.

"You good?" I asked carefully, like I wasn't sweating and throbbing myself.

"So good," she groaned as her claws finally eased up their grip. I didn't even noticed she'd scratched up my sides pretty good until I'd put my shirt on later. "Did you finish?"

"N-not yet," I admitted. "I'm so close." There was a soft squelching as she rose back off of me. I groaned and tried to hold onto her thighs but she was much stronger than me in that state. I couldn't stop her if I'd had the focus to try. She turned around and braced her spiked elbows on the bed, aiming her ass and pussy back at me.

"I've always wanted to try this," she admitted as she ran a claw along the top of her slit. I can see the edge of her clit as she spreads herself out for me. "Now hurry up. The guys will be waiting." I grabbed hold of her toned but full ass in my hands and slide right into her. It's even better pushing into her from behind, especially when her lower arms rotate around to grab and pull at my ass to add to my thrusts. I grope at her ass, squeezing one cheek firmly while my other hand grabs her horn to pull on with my thrusts. The horns part gets her to let out another low growl and start to hump back against me. Maybe it's like pulling hair for demons, but I think it was just my acknowledging her new form that turned her on so much. Like being awkward about your freckles or a birthmark until someone calls them cute. I can't hold out against all of this for long as I cum deep in her slit, smearing it around as we both keep humping. It spills on her dark bedsheets as she groaned and drags her heavy breasts along them. I feel her hips bounce and shake as she cums again on top of me, faintly feeling the pulsing of her clit against the head of my throbbing cock.

"Holy fuck," is all I can say as I collapse against her ass. Her braced extra arms keep us up as I finally let go of her horn and rest my hand on her muscular back. "That was crazy. So, so good kind crazy."

"Yea..." There's the same weariness in Violet's voice, but there's a hint of happiness to it. Comfy in bed rather than bored with the world. She keeps me inside her for a while, but I stay in even after her extra arms let go. We finally start to awkwardly shuffle apart. "Thanks for not making this weird."

"It really wasn't," I admitted as I went back to sitting on the bed. Violet eyed the various messes we'd left on the bed before she shot out her lengthy tongue and licked up my cum before it stained. "I mean, it was weird but... wow, so worth it." I swallowed and rubbed at my lips, feeling where the stickiness of her lipstick had rubbed off on me. "Do I... uh..."

"You can clean up in the bathroom, if you want." Violet stood up and passed me her clothes with her extra arms, straightening her hair around her horns. "But I should get back down for practice. I'll tell them you're taking a wicked shit."

"Please don't," I said meekly. "Maybe I got a phone call?"

"Whatever." I saw her eyes moving around but I couldn't tell for sure where she was looking. "Are you... like... still not scared of me?"

"No. Like, less than I was before I knew who you were."

"Cool. So... you're coming back, right? To like... hang out again?"

"Yea. Yea, that'd be great." She didn't use the word boyfriend so I didn't want to either. She was a casual kind of girl. Violet wouldn't rush into that kind of committment, even if she'd fuck me the second time we met. "I can hang out whenever you want."

"You free Wednesday after dinner? I can show you how to sneak in through my window before you go."

That was a little late to be ducking out of the house, but... "Sure. I can do that."

"Cool." She knelt down enough to kiss me again and my dick tried to convince me to fuck her all over again, no matter how worn out it was. "See you then, dude."

I sighed and went back into the bathroom as she morphed back into a human and started putting on her clothes. I put on my shirt before I saw the red showing up on my white tee.

"Holy fuck, am I bleeding?"

"Here." Something hit be in the back. I made a blind grab and caught her shirt, a glow in the dark Rob Zombie t-shirt that I'd treasure for months. She went back downstairs while I was left with some shallow scratches by my ribs and a lot of mixed emotions. By the time I went back downstairs, I went towards the door when I saw some black smoke pouring out from around the corner. A demonic-looking man who could pass for Satan's little brother with the sterotypical red skin, huge horns and bat wings was standing there. The smoke was coming out from under his hooves and he looked too tall to be able to be standing inside the house. I kind of forgot a lot of what Violet warned me about between the sight of him and the afterglow. He was wearing a bathrobe and a pair of slacks over his monstrous body.

"Toddy!" the demon said in a perfectly clear and optimistic man's voice. "Looking good, my man! Have a seat!"

I swallowed and glanced at the the sofa where his giant arm gestured. "I uh... I think the guys are waiting for me in the garage."

"Oh pish posh. It'll just take a second." He smirked as I stared at him and he put a strong hand on my back, leading me over. "Pish posh. Look at me. The missus doesn't like me swearing around the house with my princess around." I found that hard to believe for how many times Vi swore at me. I sat down for the absolute worst situation of meeting someone's dad as he sat in the oversized armchair and folded one of his legs over the other.

"Now let's get down to business, Toddy. I know what's going on. I'm okay with it." He held up his hands and spread his wings a little excitedly. "I even support it! Good for you! About time she took interest in tempting a mortal. But you know that my girl's fickle and stubborn. How good could your odds be with someone special like my violent Violet?"

I was pretty insecure then. I was still a little dumbfounded by why Violet had turned to me for her scare tactics and even more for the random sex. “I dunno.”

“Of course not. You’re still kids. You know where you’re going to be until high school is over and then you don’t know what’s coming.” He smiled, and oh boy is that a weird look for him with all those needle teeth. “But I can fix that, Toddy. I can rig the odds.”

“Wait, what now?”

“Violet.” He rubbed his fingers together and a scroll/obvious contract appeared in his hand. “I can make you a deal and she’ll be yours.”

“Wait, what now?” I repeated. “But she’s like… a person.”

“Demons don’t work like people, Todd. She’s one of mine. So I can make it happen. Easier than you’d think. It just costs a soul.”

“Wait, what now?” I asked more warily.

“Come on. You’re not even using it. It’s romantic, right? Teenagers eat that shit up. Woops. Eat that stuff up. Giving up your soul so you two can be together.”

I just got up at that point. “No thanks, Mister Helsinski. I’m good.” That was a lot of pressure more than anything. I also didn’t feel great about winning over Vi with a magical mind-breaking contract. Plus I started to remember what Violet said about not taking anything he offered. “She’s just… she’s really cool. But thanks.”

“Shame. Can’t blame a guy for trying.” Her dad shrugged. “Well good luck all the same, Todd. If the luck runs out, I’ll be here.” He gave a little wave goodbye and picked up his newspaper, cuing me to hurry the fuck out to the garage. The band was already starting by the time I got there, but they looked at me in the middle of their song.

“Hey, dude. How was the diarrhea?” asked her scrawny friend. I gave Violet a pained look. She stared back at me blankly as if we didn’t fuck five minutes ago.

“It’s... fine…” I admitted. “I just got distracted by a text.”

“Oh good. Cuz your hair looks like you just had sex,” her bald black friend pointed out. I hurried to fix my hair, only to realize it was fine. She smirked and tapped on her mic. “Let’s do this again, right guys?”

Violet walked over and nudged me in the ribs. “Did he say anything?” she asked quietly.

“Um… yea.”

“Did you listen?”

“I said no and left,” I admitted. Violet elbowed me a little harder and higher up, more excited this time around.

“Good. Nothing’s worse than a fucking sellout.” She cracked me one of her small and short smiles, the tips of her fangs peeking out from her purple lips like they were winking at me. That were about as expressive as she got out of the bedroom, but it still made my heart skip a beat.

We kept it casual. She wanted casual. She wanted something with no pressure and no guilt and no obligations. We’d smirk and nod at each other at school but outside, I’d regularly sneak out fuck and cuddle late into the evening. We didn’t always even talk, just sort of appreciated each other in silence. I kind of fucked that up a few months in when I told her I loved her near the end of senior year. It turns out true love isn’t great for demons because now my cum burns her on contact. Fortunately, she learned to like the burning sensation given what that meant to me. Sometimes she’d want to suck me off or make me cum on her tits so that she could feel it. She’d ask for it by telling me to “prove your love” to her. Good thing I didn’t get into Violet looking for a normal girl. We graduated together and had a serious talk afterward.

“Annnd we’re clear,” I reported as I leaned on the car. Violet made a quick transformation, clothes stretched tight on her demonic form. With four super strong arms she grabbed all of our boxes in one go and hurried into our house. Once I double checked that nobody on the block had seen, I followed her in with my one decent-sized bag of clothes. It wasn’t big, but it was private and not far from the campus we were both going to attend. It meant she could be in her natural demon form as much as possible rather than trying to hide it if she lived in the dorms. My parents even pitched in to cover the rent if I kept my grades up. No soul required.

“Kind of a shithole, huh?” Vi dumped the luggage on the floor and smiled as she turned back to me. She wore an overworked pair of stretch pants, the college t-shirt stretched to its max over her tits and that silver necklace with the little gold ring around it. I had nowhere near enough for a wedding ring at the time, and I didn’t know if a symbol of holy vows would burn her too. Plus shapeshifting giant claws didn’t go great with rings. It was just a little something until we figured things out together.

“It’s shittyish,” I admitted with a shrug. I raised my eyebrows and nodded towards the stairs. “How about you grab the mattress so we can try out the new bed?”

She lashed out her tongue to slip between my grinning lips. “You’re such an asshole,” she giggled in her gritty voice as she stuck the mattress under one of her arms and dragged me upstairs.