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Mother Knows Best (Resident Evil Village)
🕑 Added 2021-07-23 15:37:49 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Fucked Silly
Summary: Based off of this meme. Miranda thought she'd find it easy to take the place of Mia and escape with Rose to start the ceremony but underestimated Ethan's sex drive which she suspects is unnatural. But truth be told, by the end of it the ancient woman has no complaints as her long buried libido is fully and unquestionably sated.
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The plan was fairly simple by design. It was supposed to be easy enough to get her way, and so far Miranda had not run into any hiccups. Kidnapping Mia Winters and taking her place had been a piece of cake, as they called it in this century. She was now implanted in the Winters Household, with her true goal, the abduction of Rosemary Winters, well within reach.
Alas, it wasn’t quite as simple as disappearing into the night with a baby in the same way she’d snatched Mia and had her replaced. Certain things had to be dealt with first. Certain conditions had to be met. And so, Miranda would have to play the role of Mia Winters for a few days, as much as it pained her to do so.
And of course, even if she was over a century old, she knew what the world was like. She knew what was expected of her, as a married woman. She knew what men, all of them so crass and horny all the time, liked. She had to keep up appearances, as it were. She had to… maintain her role at all costs. This was where things diverged. In one timeline, Mother Miranda wouldn’t have given two shits about properly mimicking Mia Winters.
In the end, this would work out for her simply because Mia and Ethan’s marriage was already strained, and so her standoffish and altogether superior attitude would go unnoticed in the few days that she was masquerading around the Winters Household.
In this timeline, however, Miranda was doing her best not to arouse suspicion. And, secure in her belief of what a man would expect from the woman that he had married, the ancient cult leader made moves to perform her… wifely duties.
It started with dinner, and when Ethan got home to delightful smells filling the house, he was surprised but also appreciative and grateful. Miranda didn’t think anything of it, of course. She merely assumed that his gratitude was lip service, and that he would expect even more from her later on. When it came to getting Eva back, she didn’t care what she had to do. She would perform any act, cross any line, if it meant bringing her daughter back to her.
And so, after clearing off the table of the cleaned dishes like the good little housewife she was pretending to be, the Eastern European biologist came back into the dining room and pulled Ethan’s chair out from the dining table, turning it to face her. As her supposed husband blinks in surprise, Miranda-as-Mia is already sinking to her knees and reaching for his belt.
“Whoa… seriously, Mia? First dinner, now this? What’s gotten into you?”
He looks confused, but Miranda refuses to be tricked. He is a man, after all, and she knows what men want. Offering him a smile, she begins to work open his pants.
“I don’t know what you mean, dear. But if I’ve done anything wrong, consider this my apology~”
She’s planning to follow that up by taking his cock, which she expects to be tiny, in her mouth. It’s the way to any man’s heart. A little sucking, a little blowing, and you could have any man eating out of the palm of your hand. But of course, Miranda isn’t expecting Ethan Winters to be hung like a damn horse.
His cock flops out of its confines thanks to her efforts and slaps down right across her disguised face, leaving Miranda’s eyes to widen in surprise at the sheer size. Luckily, Ethan isn’t looking at her in that moment, instead staring off into the distance before finally letting out a sigh.
“Look, Mia, I don’t blame you. I think we both have had our parts to play in-!”
Before he can get any further, Miranda silences him, recognizing that the conversation is going in a direction that she almost certainly can’t keep up with. After all, she has no idea what the hell he’s even talking about. So, she shuts him up by taking him in her mouth… even if his cock is much, MUCH bigger than she’s used to, and she struggles to fit it past her lips as her jaw strains.
“F-Fuck Mia… you’re insatiable tonight…”
His accusatory words are not followed by an accusatory tone. He hisses and groans in obvious enjoyment as she swirls her tongue along his glans, rolling the mouth muscle over his cockhead for a moment before bobbing up and down the first portion of his dick. She can’t handle anymore than that, an impressive feat that has Miranda pondering just how… unnatural Ethan Winters really is.
Admittedly, she’d only done as much research into the Winters Family as was necessary to ascertain Rosemary Winters’ suitability as a potential candidate for the resurrection ceremony that would bring back her daughter. Ethan Winters, by comparison, wasn’t supposed to be that important.
And yet, here she was on her knees, struggling to handle his cock. It was a little embarrassing, all things considered. Relaxing her throat and jaw as best she can, Miranda takes more of him into her mouth, seeing it almost as a challenge to her… authority, or something. She might not exactly be thinking straight, because Ethan’s response to this gives her far too much pleasure.
“Shit! Mia, you’ve never gone this far before. I didn’t even know you could… fucking hell.”
A swell of excitement swirls to life inside of Miranda at the knowledge that she’s one upping the man’s actual wife. It really wasn’t something she should have cared about, but she supposed she was feeling competitive for some reason. Now in a constant state of swallowing in order to properly repress her gag reflex, Miranda is focused entirely on the task at hand… until Ethan lets out a low groan a few moments later.
“I’m getting close, sweetie! I can… I can get a napkin, l-like usual?”
Call it what you will. Maybe she sees another chance to one up the real Mia Winters, maybe it’s the note of hope in Ethan Winters’ voice. But rather than taking the out offered to her, Miranda places her hands on her would-be husband’s thighs and positively INHALES his cock, turning her throat into a tight, warm, wet vacuum as she sucks in her cheeks.
It’s no surprise when Ethan hollers and tips over the edge a moment later, cumming buckets down Miranda’s throat that she has to hastily swallow lest she meet a truly ignoble end by drowning in the man’s cum. Seriously, no human should be able to cum that much… another mark in the growing list of reasons why Ethan Winters seemed more and more inhuman.
But then it’s over, and Miranda slowly pulls back, secure in the knowledge that she’s… pacified the only threat to her plan regarding Rose Winters, at least for now. Part of her is a little disappointed that this will be all she does with the man, given his sheer size. It might have been fun to take him for a ride. But alas, she has more important-
Her inner monologue stutters to a stop as Miranda blinks, realizing that she’s been unconsciously stroking Ethan’s cock all this time, waiting for it to go soft in her hand now that he’s spent his load down her throat, so that she can slip him back into his pants and be on her way. But now as she looks at his dick… he’s still hard. His big fat monstrous dick is still rock hard.
When she glances up at him, Ethan is smiling hopefully again.
“Ready for Round Two, sweetie?”
And that’s how Mother Miranda, over a century old but looking mighty fine for her age, finds herself bent over the dining table, with her current pseudo-husband behind her, hands on her hips. Her breath hitches as he rubs soothing circles into her flesh with his thumbs, her dress hiked up and her panties pulled down to her knees.
The head of his mammoth-sized member presses against her from behind and Miranda tenses up in anticipation of what’s about to come. And then he’s inside of her, and it’s taking all of her concentration to maintain her equilibrium, to maintain her mind. He’s so big, and he’s stirring up her insides so well… Miranda’s mouth opens against her will and she moans wantonly, shuddering as he starts to slowly rail her over the dining table.
“F-Fuck Mia, that’s it. You’re so fucking tight. God yes, take it baby, take my cock!”
She is indeed taking his cock. She’s taking it nice and deep, and with her insides growing wetter and slicker by the moment, it’s not long before Miranda is taking ALL of Ethan Winters’ schlong. He’s ramming up against her cervix itself, pounding into the entrance of her womb, and all Miranda can think is that… is that it’s all too good. Fuck, her entire brain is getting fuzzy as he plows her long and hard.
And then Ethan is leaning over her, mounting her properly as he puts a foot up on the chair next to them to get a better position. His arms wrap around her and one of his hands grabs her by the jaw, not roughly or painfully, but definitely firmly as he leans in close, his hot breath brushing across Miranda’s ear as she gurgles and moans and groans in embarrassing delight.
“You’re not Mia…”
For a moment, those words make Miranda freeze, her eyes going as wide as saucers at the thought of being discovered. But then, Ethan, clearly in the heat of the moment, continues on.
“You’re better. You’re Mia Two Point O! I dunno what did it, Mia, I dunno what made it click… but god, I love you so much. If this is all you needed, if all you needed was a good, hard pounding… then you just had to ask, you silly little bitch.”
He lets out a relieved laugh at that, and Miranda… Miranda begins to get an idea of what she’d been missing. Ethan and Mia Winters were on the outs, apparently. He’d been in the dog house, and Miranda hadn’t needed to do any of this to keep up the act. In fact, she’d ended up acting distinctly un-Mia-like in the process, from the sound of things.
She couldn’t bring herself to regret it though, as her hands claw at the dining table and Ethan’s thick fat cock continues to plow her from behind. She’s moaning up a storm, and before she knows it, he’s making her cum. His big fat dick is making her cum her brains out all over it. Eyes rolling up in her head, tongue lolling out of her mouth, Miranda isn’t sure what’s happening anymore. She’s losing track of… pretty much everything right now.
Before she knows it, words are stumbling out of her mouth.
“F-Fuck me! Fuck me harder, y-you big dicked bastard! Fill me with your seed! Breed me!”
In the heat of the moment, she doesn’t even realize what she’s saying until Ethan stiffens up and then starts fucking her harder all over again. His voice, when he responds, is filled with wonder.
“I thought you didn’t want to have another kid. You want… you want to try again for a baby? A little sister or brother for Rose?”
The thought should have been anathema to Mother Miranda. Eva was her daughter, the only child Miranda needed or wanted. She couldn’t have any more… right? And yet, with a belly full of Ethan Winters’ cum, the Eastern European biologist got back a startling result. Ethan Winters, with his inhuman biology, unnaturally large cock, and copious and thick loads of seed… just might be able to plant life in her barren, ruined womb.
The realization causes Miranda to moan in both confusion and ecstasy as an option she never could have imagined presented itself to her. Surely… surely not. Her plans, her work, everything she’d been aiming for these past decades… was she truly willing to cast it aside for the chance of a new child with this man?
Yes, she realizes to her mutual horror and delight. Yes, she is.
“P-Please. Give it to me… give me a new baby!”
With a lust-filled growl that rumbles in her ear and makes her shudder as it speaks to a deep, freshly awakened aspect of her being, Ethan begins to fuck her harder and faster than before. Miranda’s eyes once again roll back in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she’s fucked quite silly by the inhuman man’s unnaturally fat cock. He pounds his way into her womb directly, fucking her as deeply as anyone ever could… and then he cums, filling her and filling her with his seed.
The same load that she took down her throat now flows into her womb, painting her insides white as he pumps until there’s no more space. Her belly distends a bit as he just keeps cumming, and Miranda shudders in abject delight, growing more and more certain by the moment that Ethan Winters can indeed do the unthinkable, that he can indeed make her a mother in truth once more.
She certainly can’t walk away without at least trying. She certainly can’t possibly give up on the chance at motherhood… or this big, fat, juicy cock.
And so Ethan pulls out of her, and they go take a shower together where more intimacy takes place then Miranda ever expected to be engaging in. And over the next few days, it’s much the same.
Only when a counter-bioterrorism unit from BSAA showed up a few days later was she forced to act. Where in another timeline Mother Miranda would have played dead until it became convenient for her to fight back, in this timeline she took the bullets and stayed standing, slaughtering those who had come to try and put an end to her, those who had threatened her… her new family.
In the aftermath, her and Ethan had a heart to heart, the grand reveal that she was not his wife proving to be something of a shock to the man. And yet… and yet he still chose her, when she laid her heart bare to him, when she begged him for the chance to prove herself to him, to prove that she was better than his wife and always would be.
And so Miranda absconded into the night with a married man and his infant daughter. Truly scandalous behavior… but she didn’t care. She’d finally found hope again, in a world where everything had seemed so dark and hopeless. Who could blame her for grabbing onto it, onto HIM with both hands and refusing to let go?
Comments
Limitless Mind
This is still one of my favourites you’ve ever done
TheSinful
Heisenberg wouldn't be jealous. He just fucking hates Miranda and wants her dead.
Miles H
If there's a sequel, Heisenberg being jealous of Ethan being Miranda's favorite and trying something only to get smacked down by Miranda could be interesting. If Miranda has a new child naturally, she might be a little rudderless now. She got what she wanted with no more struggle. Then you have Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. What would they give Mother Miranda for time with this new man, Ethan?
Belly
You should make a follow up involving the other two women. They're wondering where mother Miranda went and they go look for her while the other two guys stay and see the day to day operations. They for some reason drag Mia with them incase they realized Ethan has her hostage, and it becomes a full blown orgy.(assuming Dimtrescu brings along her daughters) Or after he conquers them all, he goes back to "rescue Mia", but he really just goes back incase the other two gets suspicious and comes looking too so he kills them, rescues Mia as an afterthought. Either bangs her into submission or just leaves her with divorce papers or something.
Yuriphoria2
Would love to see Mia Winter’s reaction to all of this
Kyle Reese
Same
Limitless Mind
I voted for this one and I am so very glad I did, this is exactly what I was hoping for. I hope it gets a sequel
