Page 70 of Zodiac Monsters

I rubbed his mark on my neck to convince myself not to put the phone down.

Me:Like this?

I leaned back on my bed, propping myself up on my elbows, then sent another picture that captured a full upper body shot, down to the waist band of my uniform skirt.

Marcus: That’s a good start. Now try lifting your blouse. Pull it all the way up to your collar bone.

I was glad he couldn’t sense my heartbeat through the phone as I did as I was told. I tugged the material over my ample breasts, and I positioned the phone to take another picture.

I hesitated to take the shot. I was still wearing my skirt and a simple t-shirt bra. My swimsuit was more revealing than this. But this felt so much more intense.

I watched the rise and fall of my chest in the front facing camera. The cups of my bra cut slightly into the fullness of my breasts, making them appear bigger than they already were. Another message buzzed before I could commit to sending another shot, and I read it in the pop up notification, while still staring at my image on the screen.

Marcus:Unhook your bra. Leave it at your bedside. You won’t need it for this.

Chewing on my lip, I listened to that too. I unlatched the front closure, then threaded the straps down each sleeve so I could remove it without removing my shirt.

Marcus:Now send me another picture. Show me you’re being my good girl.

I secured my blouse between my teeth so it wouldn’t slide back down, then I held up the camera. My whole hand was shaking now. As I stared at my perked nipples on my bare chest, I was painfully turned on and terrified at the same time.

Was this really okay? I could trust him, couldn’t I? I knew much more destructive secrets about him than a silly nude shot would be, but to me, this kind of intimate interaction felt more significant than talking about vampires or astrology or shifters ever could.

I wished I was shifted right now. While I hadn’t known it at the time, looking back at the last two full moons, I felt so much more bold when I was, apparently, in Virgo form. I didn’t worry about stupid things that normal, Human Lila worried about. I could make exciting, fun, slutty decisions, like letting Marcus walk me into the hot springs, or letting Adrian fuck me in midair over a bustling cityscape.

Right now, I couldn’t even convince myself to snap a photo of my bare chest for a guy I’d already sort of, technically slept with, who I let feed on me once a week, who I’d made out with more than once, let finger me in the science department hallway—not to mention in the middle of class—and whose mate mark I had on my neck...

I couldn’t do it. I pushed back down my blouse, crushed and frustrated by my own inability to play along, but too embarrassed to form an argument my brain would listen to. I got up and paced around my dorm room, defeated and anxious about the whole thing. I glanced out my window, where the full moon was already high in the sky, then I stormed towards the door, and exited into the hallway. I made my way down to the exit from the women’s dorms that led into the courtyard. I placed my hand on the door handle and breathed through a ten count.

I knew it would latch from the inside the moment I stepped through it.

Holding my breath, I turned the door handle, and I shoved open the escape. The moment that barrier was out of the way, the surge of the moon’s power hit me in full, and a rush of adrenaline filled my core. It was thrilling, freeing, incredible, tense—the cold sweat on my brow was counteracted by the buzz of power and excitement in my core. The difference between my headspace within my room versus my headspace now was as dramatic as night and day.

I held up my phone camera again, and I tucked my hair behind my ears. My pointed, inhuman, shifted ears.

A half smirk tugged at my lips, embracing this new me. I might not know what I am or what gifts this transformation had given me, but the surge of confidence was worth whatever the price of admission might be. I headed deeper into the night, soaking in those warm, perfect moon rays.

Marcus: Are you still there?

His message pinged as I arrived at the huge dragon fountain in the Graves Academy courtyard. I tucked the phone into my waist band, then I stepped over the edge of the basin into knee deep water in a fifty foot diameter pool. I sloshed through to the massive stone beast at its center, then tilted my head back to take in the view of a classic medieval European dragon roaring towards the sky. The main water source for the fountain poured out of a spout in the dragon’s open mouth, and thin, wide streams cascaded down the frame of its large, spread wings, creating liquid patagia between sharp, stone limbs.

Along the dragon’s back, there were several hundred small, rounded spikes that followed the line of its spine down to the tip of its tail, each one was tipped with another small spout that dampened the entirety of the statue in a permanent veil of water. I used its scales and spikes as handholds and footholds to climb to the base of its neck. My unusual athleticism and agility surprised me, and I attributed that to transformation too.

Under the moonlight, atop that stone beast, I slotted my body in between two rows of spikes. The positioning was perfectly spaced for one stream to massage my ass, and the other to so perfectly hit my clit. I lifted my skirt and spread my pussy lips to allow better access to that little teasing spigot.

I closed my eyes and sank into the pleasure of it, rocking slightly to increase the stimulation. I let the endorphins build slowly, focusing only on the ride, while I held my camera high and snapped a picture.

Marcus:Holy shit, Lila.

Marcus was speechless, and I liked being able to do that to him. Even more emboldened, I lifted my blouse to my neck. I spread cool water over my naked skin, intensifying the cold breeze and instantly perking my nipples into hard nubs. The feeling of nakedness in the open cold, paired with the water on my clit, had me buzzing. I bit my lip and shifted my hips closer to the stream, increasing the pressure of the water. I couldn’t keep a composed expression anymore, but I wasn’t afraid to unravel right now.

Squeezing my slick breast for the camera, I sent another photo.

Marcus:Fuck, Baby Doll. You’re being incredibly unfair right now.

Unfair? I’ll show him unfair.

Me:Am I? Or are you? This fountain is a poor substitute for the Aquarius, but since you’re not here, I’m doing what I can.

I sent a coy taunt, before I switched over to video mode on my phone, ready to hit the nail into the coffin. I held my camera as steady as I could as I hit record with my thumb.

I panned down my body, giving a clear view of my glistening, naked breasts, and the way that fountain pressure had my knees shaking under my waterlogged skirt. I kept it stable as I lifted my soaked uniform pleats for a full view of my pussy, spread and against the stream. I let it carry me to the edge, then when I couldn’t take the emptiness inside me anymore, I leveraged myself up with the strength in my thighs, then slowly sank down on top of one of the long, thick stone jet streams. I lowered my hips, capturing for the camera the way my pussy swallowed the thick, rounded rock like the perfect dildo.

God, that felt good.The texture reminded me of Adrian’s scaled Pisces dick, and I was going to enjoy reliving every one of those memories. I nearly forgot I was still recording as I lifted my hips and dipped down again, and again, enjoying the way that friction rubbed inside me, while one jet stream continued to massage between my folds, and another hit me too perfectly in the ass.

I couldn’t help the little moans as I fucked myself on the fountain. I stopped the recording, no longer able to focus on anything else, then I tapped the pop up with his next message, and I hit send without bothering to read it in full. Something like “Where are you?” that I couldn’t be bothered to answer. I would get back to teasing him when I was done, but I didn’t have the mind for any distractions right now.

There was no point in telling him anyway. With the full moon out, he wouldn’t come for me. It was too risky.

But I was going to come for him, even if we were miles apart.

Throwing my head back, I listened to the distant howls of Graves’ midnight monsters, creating a symphony of wildness on this full moon night. Whatever kind of beast I was tonight, I was going to be a very content one.