Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Mother Knows Best (Resident Evil Village)

Poll Winner (Parts 1-2)

Themes: Rough Sex, Breeding, Fucked Silly

Summary: 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.

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Part 1:

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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?

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Part 2:

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Lady Alcina Dimitrescu was not used to being made to feel small. Especially not in her own Castle. And yet, she’d been in a state of almost palpable disbelief ever since Mother Miranda had come back from her mission. When Miranda had first gotten into contact with them and told them she was returning, Alcina had been thrilled, assuming that their Mother had been utterly successful in her self-appointed task.
 
But then she’d come back with a seemingly pitiful commoner of a man named Ethan Winters, hanging off his arm and declaring him their new ‘Father’. Father Ethan, as they were expected to call him. Obviously, Alcina had not done so… but her daughters had quickly become all too attached to Ethan Winters, both him and his little girl.
 
She couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t see what Miranda saw in him, nor did she understand the spell he seemed to have cast over her daughters. They’d sensed her disbelief and anger and had been standoffish with him at first, but within days that had changed, and now it felt like her Castle had been usurped right out from under her by a low-class, completely normal human man.
 
To say Alcina was incredulous would be an understatement. She had to get to the bottom of this, which was why when he called for her, she came. It certainly wasn’t because she held a shred of respect for the… the INTERLOPER.
 
Entering the sitting room, Alcina walks over to where Ethan Winters is sitting with her head held high and her nose in the air. She’s half-tempted, as she has been every time that they’ve been face to face, to cut him down with her claws right then and there. Unfortunately, that would make Mother Miranda VERY angry with her indeed, given the sheer level of attachment that the other woman felt for him.
 
As much as it infuriated Alcina, she sits down on the loveseat across from Ethan, her large ass and sizable body taking up the full length of the furniture as she sniffs haughtily.
 
“You wanted to see me, Winters?”
 
Smiling, Ethan proceeds to pour them both a cup of tea, and while Alcina wishes she could say she finds fault with the way he does so… she can’t. He’s actually quite good at it, and when she takes a sip, she finds it prepared exactly how she likes. But she’s certainly not impressed or anything like that! Miranda, or perhaps one of her traitorous daughters, had likely told him exactly how she took her tea for precisely this purpose.
 
“I did. Alcina, I feel like we’re getting off on the wrong foot here. You clearly don’t appreciate my presence, and rather than let that negativity fester, Miranda and I have decided that it’s up to me to show you what I bring to the table. Miranda has given me full leeway in order to properly… discipline you for your disrespect towards me. But I’m hoping that won’t be necessary.”
 
Scoffing, Alcina squares her shoulders and glares at the commoner man.
 
“Discipline me, are you? Going to bend me across your lap and spank me?”
 
Eyes sliding down to his normal human hands, Alcina injects a healthy dose of skepticism into her voice at what good that would ultimately do. Indeed, she’s a giantess of a woman and she knows it. In comparison, Ethan Winters is… tiny.
 
And yet, her stature and size doesn’t intimidate him in the slightest as he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, suddenly standing up.
 
“No, Alcina. I figured instead; I would show you what impressed Miranda so much that she brought me back here with her. Now admittedly, she’s given me a bit of an upgrade for dealing with you… apparently, what you need is a firm hand.”
 
As he begins to unbuckle his belt, the Lady Dimitrescu finds herself instinctively leaning forward in anticipation before she realizes what she’s doing and halts, her nostrils flaring.
 
“Hmph, I don’t know what you mean. I’m not just… just some woman for you to take in hand, Ethan Winters!”
 
Raising his eyebrow as he pulls open his belt, unbuttons his pants, and pulls down his zipper, Ethan cocks his head to the side.
 
“Are you saying that Miranda is? Aren’t you the least bit curious?”
 
To her great consternation, she actually is curious. She’s… intrigued. But she’s also more than ready to be disappointed. Slowly, the pale giantess of Castle Dimitrescu slips off of her love seat and onto the floor, her pillowy ass enveloping her feet as she kneels there before him. Eyes narrowed, she watches as he walks forward, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pants.
 
“I will give you ONE chance to impress me, Ethan Winters. If you fail, you won’t like what comes next.”
 
As she looks up at him from under her wide-brimmed hat, Ethan just smiles… and shucks down his pants and his boxers at the same time. From between his legs comes what might as well be a third leg. Thick and veiny and altogether MASSIVE, the man’s cock comes up and smacks a dumbfounded Alcina right across the face, sending her reeling back as she stares at it, gobsmacked.
 
Indeed, it’s much bigger than should be possible, and it’s obvious that Mother Miranda HAD to have given him an enhancement… but there’s no denying the fact that Miranda had brought him back on his own merits BEFORE giving him said enhancement. Mouth suddenly dry, Alcina licks her lips as she hesitantly reaches up to clasp one gloved hand around his length. He’s… absolutely huge, and even her larger than life hand doesn’t fully close around his massive member.
 
“S-So this is what you’ve been hiding a-all this time…”
 
Before she can do anything else, Ethan reaches down and almost contemptuously yanks the top of her dress away. Her massive pale breasts spill forth of their confines and Alcina gasps, blushing a bit at suddenly being exposed in such a manner. And yet… it feels almost natural to wrap her huge milk jugs around his equally massive cock. As she does so, Ethan sits back down and she finds herself leaning forward into his lap, her breasts squishing against her body as his cock slides along the side of her face, going clear behind her head with its sheer size and length.
 
“Your daughters have certainly been enjoying it, but you… you weren’t willing to give me the time of day until now, Lady Alcina. Mother Miranda was right… you needed a firm hand and a firm cock, didn’t you? Go on then. Put it in your mouth.”
 
H-He doesn’t understand! If it wasn’t for his connection to Miranda, she would never… she would never d-do this! Not normally! Still, keeping her yellow eyes fixed on his face, Alcina nevertheless does as she’s told, leaning back far enough to wrap her plush lips around his cockhead. One might call the Lady Dimitrescu’s lips fantastic DSL, or ‘Dick Sucking Lips’ as the kids were calling them these days. Of course, one would not call them that in front of the Lady Dimitrescu if they wanted to stay alive.
 
Ethan doesn’t say a word either way, just smiling down at her as she bobs up and down the first few inches of his massive, bulbous, veiny member, while her tits envelope the rest of his length closer to the base. She moans around his cock, slurping and sucking as her nipples get harder and harder, rubbing against his body.
 
He might look like nothing more than a commoner, but she’s beginning to see what makes him so special to Mother Miranda. As she looks up into his eyes, Alcina shivers, seeing in his gaze someone who… who could truly give her what she needs. Complete and utter domination.
 
And indeed, as if reading her mind, Ethan reaches forward and knocks away her wide-brimmed hat. Before Alcina can even think about pulling back to offer up some token protest, his hand is atop her head and forcing her further down his cock, her yellow eyes widening at a surprising show of strength.
 
She should have known Miranda wouldn’t simply enhance his genitals and nothing else. They were a rambunctious ‘family’ to be sure and could be quite deadly. Ethan would need to be strong to handle them, and as Alcina is handled quite nicely indeed, the Lady of the Castle begins to realize that trying to swipe his head off with her claws might not have gone in her favor to begin with.
 
“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
Either way, she’s forced up and down his length as Ethan face fucks her on his massive member, pounding away at her throat while her pale breasts bounce and jiggle, squished up against his crotch. Her saliva and drool begins to get everywhere, and he makes quite the mess of her, much to her humiliation, shame… and arousal. He treats her like SHE’S nothing more than a servant, like SHE’S less than dirt… and Alcina enjoys it more than she cares to admit.
 
Finally, he yanks her past her tits, all the way down his cock, her throat bulging as his humungous length invades her throat and her esophagus, pushing down into her gullet.
 
“Take it. Take it all!”
 
“GAAAAAGKH!!!”
 
And take it all she does, forced to swallow down his thick, viscous seed as it explodes out of his impressive meat cannon and down her bulging throat, lest she suffocate and die in such an ignoble manner. Still, it comes rather close. The sheer volume of cum he’s forcing on her is overwhelming in both its size and its smell, and Alcina’s eyes roll back in her head as some of his seed explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, utterly ruining her face even more than it already was.
 
When she recovers a few moments later, it’s to find him no longer in her convulsing throat, and easily manhandling her much larger body. Another display of his enhanced strength as he forces her into position, not that Alcina fights him. She ends up on the ground, face down and ass up with her legs splayed out in either direction.
 
His hands grip at the back of her thighs and his massive cock presses into her glistening wet cunt from behind as Alcina gasps.
 
“Do you feel that, Alcina? Do you feel what I’m about to do to you?”
 
“Y-Yes…”
 
“Say it. Tell me!”
 
“Y-You’re going to RUIN me, Father Ethan!”
 
S-SMACK!
 
“Eek!”
 
Quick as a whip, he rears back a hand and gives her massive pale ass a spanking, the impact of which resonates through the room. Despite her earlier derisive tone when she’d suggested how silly she thought him spanking her would be, Alcina DEFINITELY feels it, even as he immediately afterwards turns the spanking into a grope, massaging her flesh where his palm impacted and soothing the pained area.
 
“Good girl.”

And then he plunges inside of her, and Lady Alcina Dimitrescu doesn’t really have the time to think about him ‘rewarding’ her with a spanking… nor how good that makes her feel. Eyes rolling around in her head, tongue swinging out of her wide open mouth wildly, Alcina can only moan as Ethan plunges his big fat cock into her drooling quim again and again.
 
He’s taken her to task so damn easily that it’s not even funny. He’s put her on the ground and is plowing her silly. She tells herself that she wouldn’t have let him get away with any of this if it wasn’t for Miranda, but more and more Alcina isn’t sure that’s true. Ethan himself is the special one. She’s beginning to see what Mother Miranda saw in him. She’s beginning to understand his value. Moaning up a storm, Alcina cries out in ecstasy as he fucks her first explosive orgasm from her.
 
“I-I understand now! I do! Y-You truly are special, Father Ethan! I’m s-sorry for ever doubting you!”
 
Chuckling, Ethan just keeps fucking her into the ground, actually making the room shake a bit with the quakes caused by his resounding thrusts. Castle Dimitrescu is built sturdy, but Ethan Winters is STRONG. He has to be, to be able to handle her. Alcina can only moan, her body pressed flush against the ground, squished down and ridden by the human man with the big fucking dick currently slamming into her again and again.
 
“That’s what I thought, Alcina. I knew you could find it in you to be daddy’s good little girl. Now, here it comes~ Mother Miranda said I might have it in me to get you with child… just like I did with her.”
 
Alcina’s eyes only have a moment to widen in shock and disbelief before they’re rolling back in her head again and she’s experiencing the pleasure of being creampied and filled to the absolute brim by Ethan’s massive member. With a quivering, shuddering final breath, the pale giantess passes out on the spot, the Lady of the Castle firmly fucked into unconsciousness by her new ‘daddy’.
 
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As Ethan stares down at Alcina, his cock pulled out of her admittedly tight cunt and his hand wrapped around it to stroke out the last few spurts of seed onto her upturned pale ass, he lets out a low sigh. Honestly, he hadn’t been sure he had it in him. While he was VERY good at keeping his poker face up, the truth was, Alcina Dimitrescu WAS rather intimidating. Physically and otherwise.
 
Still, Miranda had been confident that he could handle the noble woman by himself with just a couple of upgrades from her, and she hadn’t stirred him wrong before. It seemed she hadn’t steered him wrong here either, because as far as Ethan was concerned, this had been a rousing success.
 
“Daddy~ Oh wow, look what he did to mother!”
 
“Hehe, daddy Ethan ruined her~”
 
“Just like he’s going to ruin us…”
 
Of course, as Lady Dimitrescu’s ‘daughters’ walk into the room, Ethan can tell he’s just getting started with the day’s ‘fun. His life certainly isn’t boring anymore, that’s for sure…

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