Weekly #4 (Draupnir 1.2) (Patreon)

Note: This update is about 2000 words short of the expected 2,000, but it's sexier than the first part.  So fair trade.

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Benjamin didn’t realize that he was missing a ring until he was already at work, and by then it was too late. He felt something inside of him shift and change, and King’s Ring seemed to hum on his finger as he was logging in for the morning. He immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out seven ring, and then he panicked and searched frantically for the eighth only to realize that he had lost it.

After that, the rest of Benjamin’s day was a lurid dream. He hardly remembered the work he did or the emails he sent. Around noon, his boss stopped to talk to him and managed to pull him out of his fugue as she leaned over his cubicle with a stern but not unkind stare. “Ben, you okay?”

Benjamin swallowed. “Y-Yes, Sara.”

She pursed her ruby red lips. Sara Garland was his manager. She wore business suits and ties that were all in shades of red, and she dyed her hair red and wore red lipstick. She had an aesthetic, and it often looked good on her. It helped that she was a pretty, buxom young thing that everyone in upper management wanted to fuck. Benjamin wanted to fuck her, too, now that he thought about it, and his dick throbbed and his ring warmed as he remembered the eight…No, seven…seven rings in his pocket.

“You seem distracted.”

“I…am a bit distracted, honestly.” He sighed.

“Tell me about it?”

“Well…” He held his breath and hoped that he knew what he was doing. The rings were impossible, but his wife… “I found out that my wife is leaving me,” he said. “She’s cheating on me.” He almost told her about the female coworker but thought that would say something about his manhood that he didn’t want to be said. He looked up and found her staring back with big, wide blue eyes.  She didn’t know what to say, and suddenly he thought the magical rings would have made more sense to her.

“That’s…rough, buddy.” She reached out delicately and patted his shoulder. “It’ll…all be okay?” He didn’t think she meant to say the last part as a question, but he could hear it in her voice. She was out of her depth.

“Thanks.”

“You can…take an extra fifteen today…on your lunch.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

She nodded. “Well…carry on…?” Sara stood away from his cubicle and jiggled away from him, and for the first time since he met her, Benjamin paused work to enjoy her figure before he went back to copying and rewording emails until lunch. He took the extra fifteen and worried about the rings, and when he went back to work he did the same thing that he had done before, and his productivity was not down in the slightest.

All in all, Benjamin held it together all day until he made it home. The house was empty when he arrived. Eleanor was at wrestling club, and Violet had afternoon classes.  His wife went in later than him and stayed even later, too. He had assumed it was work related, but now he worried otherwise.

Alone in the house, Benjamin walked the home he had shared with his wife for over a decade, and he looked at family photos and wondered when they had stopped being in love. He began to cry, and he was in the living room when Violet came home. “…Dad…?” Benjamin sat up wiping his eyes and was quick to respond, but his words died in his throat when he saw her.

That morning, Violet had went to school wide-hipped and nearly flat chested. Now, she stood before him with a bosom and with stiff nipples that showed through the fabric of her shirt. His eyes drifted to her right ring finger, and there he found the missing silver ring. It had a familiar flowing, fading script. “Vi, darling, where did you find that ring?”

“Were you crying?”

“I was,” he said, and he shook his head. “That doesn’t matter now.” He stood and crossed the room. “Where did you get that ring?”

“I found it,” she said, and he took her by the arms. He didn’t notice, but she bit her bottom lip and blushed when he touched her, and she dropped her backpack onto the floor.

“And you put it on?”

“I did,” she said, and her voice was a velvet purr. “Why were you crying, daddy?”

“Don’t call me that,” he said. “Take it off. Right now.”

Violet looked down at the ring on her hand, and then she looked past it at her dad’s hefty bulge. She shivered, and her skin broke out in goosebumps. “Why?”

“You can’t wear it.”

“Why,” she asked again with a throaty purr. His grip on her arms tightened, and though he did not mean to, he had moved her against the wall. “Daddy, what’s wrong? Why were you crying? And why are you so angry?”

“I’m not angry, Vi. I’m just…Mmph!” He was silenced by his daughter’s soft lips. They felt like her mother’s, and then her tongue snaked its way into his mouth, and he moaned. As they parted, he gasped and looked down between them, and he found his daughter was smiling as she rubbed him through his pants. “Vi…!”

Violet pouted up at him as she rubbed him. “Let me take care of you, daddy. I’ll take away all of those tears. I’ll kiss you better and make you right as rain.”

“Vi,” he gasped, and she kissed him again as she undid his pants. When they parted again, there was a bridge of saliva between her lips that she licked up as she opened his pants and pulled his briefs down to reveal his dick. Benjamin groaned and held his daughter tight by the shoulders, and she giggled.

“Oh, wow, daddy. You’re…huge!”

“Fuck,” he grunted, and he humped her hand without meaning to. His fat cock brushed her soft belly on each forward stroke. Her shirt was just high enough that he could touch her bare flesh and leave precum there. “Violet, we shouldn’t…”

Violet giggled again. “We should measure you,” she said, and she held him with both hands while he fucked her palms. She caught him staring at the cleavage her blouse formed when she moved, and she lifted her shirt to show off her new, pale breasts. “They grew bigger after I put on the ring, daddy.” She gasped as her father leaned down to suck her stiff, pink nipples into his mouth, and she moaned. “Oh, daddy! Your mouth feels so good! Suck my tits, daddy. Suck my new tits that I grew just for you!”

“We shouldn’t,” he groaned, but he lowered her pants while he slobbered on her cleavage. He yanked her panties down, too, and was soon staring at her wetted, shaven vulva. That, too, reminded him of her mother. “Come here,” he growled, and he dragged her to the couch and laid her on her back. Violet held herself open for him and stared at him in animal delight as he lined up. “We shouldn’t,” he repeated, and he eased into her.

Violet came as he entered her. She came hard the moment his crown parted her folds, and she squealed in delight as she came again at half his length. Once his root touched hers, she came a third time and then held him by the hips as he crouched over her wheezing. They shared a smile, though Benjamin was horrified, and she kissed him again and said, “Don’t be worried, daddy. I can’t think of anyone better to lose my virginity to.”

“Fuck,” Benjamin gasped, and though he had just entered her, he came. It was the first pussy he’d had in years, and it was tight, wet and clenching. More than that, the sinister taboo and the rapture of the rings made it all the better. Violet came, too, as he hosed her insides, and he had to kiss her to quiet her moans as he held himself inside of her and emptied into her. When he finished, he stood there gasping with his dick trapped in her dripping cleft, and he moaned again. “Fuck, Vi, sweetie, what have we done?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted with a luxurious smile, and she stretched in front of him like a lazy feline. “But it was great!”

“No,” he snapped. “No, no, no. We shouldn’t have done that. We shouldn’t…Ah! What are you…?!”

“Cleaning you,” said Violet as she pulled her father out and yanked his big, veiny dick toward her mouth. She sucked him without hesitation and stared him in the eyes as he did. This, Benjamin thought, was nothing like her mother, and he felt himself stiffening in response. It was impossible, but he had changed, and so had Violet. She moaned around him and then whispered, “Good gosh, daddy, your dick tastes great!”

“D-Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t say that!”

Violet laughed again and pulled him back into her mouth, and she stared him in the eyes as she held him by the hip with one hand and stroked him with the other. He was responding to her tongue and to her lips, and he hated it.

“Vi, baby, your mother and sister will be home, soon. You’ve got to stop.”

She slurped off of him and licked his lips, and then she sighed. “Fiiiine,” she said, but she smiled down his length. “Let’s do that again,” she said, and when he stammered, she slapped herself across the cheek with his half-erect cock and smiled up at him. “Please, daddy?”

Benjamin throbbed. “F-Fine,” he snapped, and he scrambled when he heard his wife’s car pull up outside of the house and her speaking loudly with Eleanor, who always seemed to be yelling. “Shit! Get out of here and get dressed,” he whispered, and his daughter laughed and leaked as she sauntered out of the room with her pants in one hand. Benjamin, meanwhile, struggled to put himself away before the front door opened, and he was still hard when his daughter and wife entered the house.

Kayla stopped in the door and stared at Benjamin. “Ben? You okay?”

Benjamin, breathless, wiped his sweaty forehead and nodded. “F-Fine, dear.”

Kayla sniffed the air and frowned. “What is that musty smell?”

Of course, you don’t recognize it, he thought. Out loud, he said, “I was…exercising?”

His wife crossed the room and sniffed him. “You reek,” she said. “You and your daughter will need to take a bath.”

“Apart,” he croaked, and his wife frowned.

“Of course, apart,” she said. “Good God, Ben, you haven’t seen Eleanor bath since she was a toddler.”

“It…was a joke?”

“It’s disgusting is what it is,” she snapped. Behind her, Eleanor bounced up the stairs, and Benjamin realized hwo adult she was becoming and thought about the other seven rings he had. Kayla frowned at the wet spot that he and Violet had left on the couch. “…What in the world is that?”

“I spilled my drink,” he said.

She turned her frown on him. “Well, don’t just stand there seating like a pig. Go get some cleaner and clean it up!”

“R-Right, sorry.”

Kayla sighed as she stared at her husband on his way out of the room. “Men…”