Edward woke with a start in his own bed, early in the morning just as the sun was beginning to rise. He didn't remember at what point he had dragged himself out of their home office and up to the bedroom, but Jennifer was beside him, back turned, apparently asleep, the gentle curve of her shoulder rising and falling slowly.
He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes, as the dawn light gradually entered the room, the flood of reality immediately invading his mind. What the hell were they going to do? Jennifer was getting worse. She had basically transformed twice, back to back, and who knew how many times it was going on during the day, when he wasn't around?
He looked at his wife's still, sleeping form with a feeling of despair and helplessness. If only he knew something about this kind of stuff, if there was just way, he could
do
something to help...
He reached over to stroke her hair lovingly, just as a ray of sunlight proper fell across the bed, illuminating his wife's golden mane.
What the..?
He rolled her over towards him, exposing the young sleepy face, blue eyes fluttering open, lips so full they were permanently parted.
"What... what is it, lover," Jenna asked sleepily.
How... how can this be, Edward thought. She's still Jenna...
She reached over, groping down, finding him through his shorts. "You wanna give it to me now? I love morning fucks..."
"No... Jennifer... what..."
Her eyes flew open then, wild, and she bolted upright, the covers sliding off to reveal her taut, naked body, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Edward by the neck with uncanny speed and strength.
"Ack!" The surprised squawk escaped his throat before it was quickly caught off.
"
Jenna
," she said quietly with venom, her grip tightening. "Don't you get that?"
She kissed him roughly, crushing her plump lips against his before forcing her tongue into his mouth.
"Get off!" Edward shoved her back, harder than he intended, though the plush mattress was no harm as she fell against it.
"Ooh, ok, lover," Jenna said, a wicked smile spreading on her depraved, pretty face. "Let's get physical, I like that..."
"No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean -"
There was a loud crack as Jenna sprung forward again, slapping Edward hard across the face.
"What," Edward exclaimed, a hand going up to his stinging cheek. "Are you crazy?!
"Argh!"
This time Jenna punched him right in the eye. "Pussy," she said, still wearing that evil grin, and she swung again.
"No!" Edward grabbed her by the wrist, and then the other as her free hand came up, fingers curled into claws. She writhed and twisted like a cat as she tried to break free.
"Stop it," Edward shouted, stunned and taken aback at this precipitate escalation of events, but she was heedless, a manic look in her big blue eyes as she struggled to get at him. Edward pushed himself on top of her, pinning her body, holding her arms above her head, her big tits heaving in front of her.
"Ok," Edward said, panting with exertion as she struggled helplessly beneath him. "Now calm down..."
Jenna spit in his face.
"Oh, you fucking bitch!" Edward swore, automatically enraged. Before he knew what he was doing, he had switched his grip to hold both of her arms pinned by her tiny wrists with one hand and used the other to slap her back in the face, before cupping her jaw roughly.
"How do you like it?!" he roared, head pounding, his face inches from hers. There was blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth, which hung open, panting as well. He could see the indecent excitement in her eyes, and then suddenly they were again kissing roughly, passionately, breathlessly.
What is happening, Edward thought in detached confusion, as they furiously made out, moaning. Jenna hands were still pinned above her head, but she was wriggling her body against his in a debased, sinuous way, pressing her tits up against his chest, grinding herself against his crotch, soaking his pajama bottoms with her wetness.
Don't do this, not again, Edward told himself.
Why not?
It's not... It's not right...
