Emily and Matthew agreed cybersex was not as good as the real thing, but given Emily’s self-isolation for the next ten days, it had to do. Emily had felt well enough after the first few days for online sex, and Matthew found the view of his beloved’s bare skin enchanting.

By the end of the first week, Emily was quite recovered. The highlight of their day was when Matthew finally locked himself in his room and videocalled her, coming to her naked body in front of the laptop.

On the eighth day, she was wearing black zip-up kind of sweatshirt, zipped up to her neck. Her face glowed. “You want a peek babe?”

Matthew felt almost as eager as if she were before him in flesh. “C’mon darlin’, lemme see. Please”.

She unzipped the zipper with long manicured nails, just down her neck. “How badly you wanna see?”

She unzipped a bit more, he could see her jutting collarbones. Something was wrong with the internet quality – she flickered, her head was replaced momentarily by- what- no – her face – something glistening was under her sweatshirt –

“Liking what you see?” she cooed and pulled down a bit further.

He peered in- a scaly greenish-black texture was becoming visible. Her face flickered again, and he caught glimpse of flaring eyes and sharp teeth in a scaly face. He slammed the laptop shut.

–babe what happened?

–Idk my internet isn’t working

-ok lmk when u get it back I rly wanna show you

He didn’t go back online that night. She was not happy.

The next day she bombarded him with sexual messages and images as never before. He was so aroused by the pics of her desirable nudity that he put whatever had happened last night out of his mind and raced to his laptop. She was waiting for him online, again covered to the neck.

“Here we go babe”

And in one swift motion pulled the zipper down, revealing her beautiful bare body.

Then the image flickered, and a scaly glistening greenish-black creature seemed super-imposed on it, he shook his head, and it was Emily’s body again.

“You likey?” she smiled expectantly.

“yes- oh- yes” he whimpered desperately.

She leaned in so far her soft boobs swung over the webcam- “It will all be yours, tomorrow. Yours to touch and squeeze and play with. Can you wait that long?” and she ran her tongue over her lips- her tongue was forked and her teeth fanged. Matthew jumped back.

She frowned. “What is it Matthew?”

“Nothing- oh, I can’t wait.” And despite himself, her nipples grazing the webcam aroused him. Emily smiled.

The day after, she was out of isolation.

“Im coming over babe”

“Emily, u don’t have to” he texted desperately. She texted back immediately.

“?? U got a new gf while I was stuck inside?”

“Don’t be ridiculous”.

“ok Ill be there 5 min”

He cast around for a weapon, sat on the couch, and waited for her.