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Yet another fight, and another rough argument. Miranda had known Ethan and Mia had been in a rough patch, but this was more intense than she would have thought. Nearly a week ago she had replaced Mia Winters and Ethan still had yet to notice. They had fought a few times so far but this one had been the worst, which made sense it was about Rose.
Ethan was beginning to feel unsafe in the country and had been loosely considering moving back to the US against Chris’ orders. While Miranda was unsure who Chris was, she needed to keep them here for just a bit longer. However, what she had failed to ascertain was that this was clearly not one of Mia’s regular stances.
So, this argument had not only been rough but also potentially damaging to her plan. Ethan was clearly confused and wondering what was going on in his wife's head, while she had had to try to both keep him convinced, she was in fact his wife and to stay. Things had been testy all day and Ethan had spent almost all of it Rose.
Miranda knew she needed to do something to re stabilize the situation before things went too far otherwise the entire plan could be ruined. She decided on something drastic but overall low risk, at least in theory. After he had put Rose to be and while they were eating a silent dinner, she sent a few pheromones his way.
One thing she had failed to take into account was that since things had gotten testy between Mia and Ethan there had not been any relations. That is to say he took to the pheromones immediately and suddenly looked at her with nothing short of pure lust. She had even used the lowest possible level as well.
“I was…thinking…that maybe after dinner we could go into the other bedroom and maybe…you know?” Ethan asked at barely more than a whisper, almost struggling to get the words out. “I am really sorry about the fight we had today.”
Well at least she knew she was in the clear, but she would probably need to see this through.
“Of course, we can darling” she said in her sweetest possible voice. “In fact, why don't you finish your dinner and think of something to do up there while I go get the space cleaned up.”
She left the table as he began to scarf food faster with more vigor than even Moreau. She went upstairs and got all of the clutter at least off the bed. Ethan and Mia had clearly converted it into a storage room but luckily did not put too much on the bed. She then quietly ducked into the main bedroom to peruse Mia’s underwear drawer.
Looking at Rose’s sleeping form she was once again tempted to grab the baby and simply leave, but it wasn't the time for that yet. She found what she was looking for, it was red, lacey and left virtually nothing to the imagination. She made her way back into the other bedroom and closed the door to change.
After a bit she heard a soft and very tentative knock on the door.
“Come in darling” She practically purred.
Ethan opened the door and saw her laid out on the bed and stopped dead in his tracks, just as she had expected. She had slightly enlarged her breasts to be pressing against the bra and was lying in a way to expose everything to him and had added just a touch more pheromones to the air.
This would not be working if he wasn't already in the mood, so she was glad that she had guessed correctly. The molds pheromones could enhance feeling like that but without using something extremely potent, that she couldn't even produce while holding a different form, she could not create feelings.
“Why don't you take some of those dirty clothes off and come get a closer look.” she said while letting one of the straps fall down.
“O…ok” he stammered while blushing profusely and began to remove his clothes. He got to just his underwear, allowing her to see his massive erection before climbing into the bed with her. He immediately leaned in, and they began to make out and embrace. He was ravenous, his touch filling her mouth before even three kisses.
She responded by receiving his advances and responding in kind. They kissed passionately, tongues filling each other's mouths, wetting lips and causing temperatures to rise. His arms moved up and down her body, caressing breasts and ass alike. For her part she had been slowly circling her caressing inward to his penis.
He began to remove her underwear, but she stopped him. He broke away from the kiss, looking like he was about to be disappointed. Before she leaned in and whispered, “with your teeth, my love.” She then gave his ear a little bite.
He looked at her with a combination of slight surprise and absolute joy. He went to work on the straps while she reached into his underwear and made sure that his penis was still stiff and ready. It was, but she decided to tease it a bit to keep him interested.
He was more proficient with his teeth than she thought, and it didn't take long for the bra to fall off. She pulled his underwear off and went to work fully on his penis, resulting in a series of low moans. After stroking him for a bit she leaned back and gestured to her panties.
He leaned in and removed them. She then lightly placed a hand on the back of his head and whispered, “Now it's your turn to do some work, okay?”
“Of course, Mia” he panted back.
“Good boy”
She softly moved his head right where she wanted it and let him begin to lick her vagina. This was something he and Mia clearly didn't do overly often as she had to rearrange some nerve endings so she would get anything out of it.
It would be bad practice for him, but he would be dead soon enough that it wouldn't matter. After some time spent leaning back and getting licked, she laid all the way down and pulled him up. She beckoned for him to come all the way up and do what he really wanted.
They began to make out again and he slowly, tenderly inserted his penis into her. This was going to be the tricky part, as she had not actually had sex in over a century and had been a bit occupied in that time. She remembered she needed to do more than just lay here and receive it from him but didn't know what that was.
It would have helped if she felt any attraction to him or he was in the same place instead of believing it to be his relatively experienced wife and completely out of it on pheromones. He was beginning to thrust, and she had another realization. She was away from the megamycete which limited her power, and it took more effort to maintain form.
His tongue had felt good once she moved a few things, but she had no idea what a full orgasm would do for her concentration. Resuming true form while naked and coming down from that was not a good way to start her plan. But she also didn't know what Mia's moans sounded like to fake them.
She had to edge herself on him while getting to finish as fast as possible but not so fast that he grew suspicious. As he was thrusting, she kept ravenously kissing him to keep him focused on multiple things at once. She was subtly lengthening her tongue to keep reaching deeper into his mouth and he definitely was enjoying it.
She made some adjustments to her vagina while he was in it. She reduced her own nerve ending muting the feelings for herself but enough that it still felt really good. She had mostly removed her physical desires on purpose as they were unnecessary, but she was really enjoying this feeling and wanting to keep going.
Next, she added some tendrils to the inside. They would rub and stroke and pleasure all the most sensitive parts of his penis while in her. Once they began, he took sharp breaths and increased his rhythm. She then allowed herself to just…fuck for the first time in over a century.
He pounded into her, in and out, strong powerful thrusts. She was starting to match his rhythm, keeping his mouth full of her tongue. She started to have a bit of fun, the tendrils teasing him. Increasing how much they interacted with him until he started to seem closer then slowing down.
It may have been increasing the time it took but when thrusts would hit the few sweet spots, she had left it really got her going.
“Oh Mia…Mia…MIA!” he moaned with increasing volume.
She needed to contribute something on that front, so she made one particularly sensitive nerve ending right where he was going to hit. That was both a mistake and one of the best decisions she had made all week.
She nearly screamed out her moan with how loud and powerful it was. She could feel the way he reacted; a reinvigorated effort being put out. Both of their moving bodies were covered in sweat. She had to end this soon or she was going to want to keep going. She used the tendrils for a last series of targeted and intensive strokes.
Clarity seemed to slam into him as he probably realized what was about to happen and did not want a second kid. He detached himself from her and pulled out as fast as he could. He was just in time as instead of her, the hot white stream was spread on both of them.
They stared into each other's eyes, bodies glistening with sweat and cum, her still leaking and the last few drops falling out of him. They kissed one more time and took showers. While they were settling into bed later Ethan dropped the comment, she had been dreading all night.
“So those were some new moves” he joked and normally she could have deflected it, but she was tired after this week and especially after that. She didn't want to pretend to be a wife anymore. She wanted to be a god again with her worshiper that would become experiments.
She didn't even have a response. She just kind of weakly shrugged and started blushing uncontrollably. Ethan turned serious immediately.
“Oh Mia, I didn't mean that as an insult or anything. Uh, I'm sorry I said it. That was really great, ok.”
“We have just been fighting so much lately that I wanted to do something special for you” she responded weakly. That was not the response she was expecting. Apparently, he was also not expecting that from her. He broke down into tears.
“I know and I really don't want to fight so much” he choked out in between sobs. “I just want to be a good husband and father and I know this isn't the best situation, but I don't know what else to do.”
She leaned over and cuddled him tight and just held him.
“You are a great father and a wonderful husband. No matter how much we argue or fight we will always be on the same side to keep Rose safe and love each other. I will always love and support you Ethan, you are my husband and the father of our child. She will grow up to know you as one of the best fathers ever and I will be there the whole way. You are doing everything you can right, and you are doing so much better than you give yourself credit for. I love you and neither of us are going anywhere.”
“I... Mia…thank you. I love you too” was all that he was able to get out through the tears.
It was a sweet lie that had really worked to calm him down but inside her head was distinctly worse. “Why did I do this?! All you had to do was sneak in and grab the kid, why this!? Why am I sweetly lying and espousing my love for the man I am going to kill and whose baby I am going to steal? I know this is for Eva but there had to be a better way to do this Miranda!”
Ethan would settle into sleep longer before Miranda did as she would stay up for many nights thinking about the ridiculousness of her plan. Two days from then she would be shot full of holes by a boulder punching asshole and she would never be happier.