Long ago the worlds of machine and magic had collided. The expansion of new ideas and the clash of differing worlds had created a rampant spread of chaos throughout the lands. For hundreds of years societies and factions rose and fell. It seemed that a truly functional world was perhaps an idea of the past. The grand cities and civilizations of old were all but myth. That is until Grand King Draven took power. His ancestors had already built a sizable community, but it was nothing the tired world had not seen before. "It would be gone before long" many of them thought. But to their surprise Draven proved them wrong. It's unclear why, but his leadership brought his city of Edendale into a new age.
Some speculated that he was in the first generation to posses' blood that was truly a mix of the arcane magic and the science of old. As his influence grew larger more cities began to rise up in distant lands all hunting for power and territory. The world was rising again and this time it would be even grander than it had been before the dark ages. His blood and the techniques that humans had acquired had kept him young through many years and it seemed that he may live forever. This all changed around the 160th year of his rule.
His kingdom had known of a wild and ancient sorceress that lived near their borders. She was a danger to the prosperity of the kingdom and so they attacked. They killed her, but in the final days of the siege she prepared a very complex and widely forgotten curse. She cursed Grand King Draven, among other things, to be killed by his next child. The scholars that explored the lair of the sorceress discovered the curse and told the king of it. This is where our story begins.
Even in the darkest of nights the city of Edendale was alive. It's promises of a brighter future shone as brightly as it's skyscrapers against the dark world. The low-class citizens who worked nights were scrambling around on the streets below. One hundred and fourteen floors above them Grand Kind Draven slept in the government sanctuary, a summer breeze drifting in from his balcony. The past year and a half had been one of his most difficult as a leader. Some of the other nations were getting more cunning in their attempts to overthrow his kingdom. The curse of the sorceress was another axe that loomed over the heads of both him and his people. She had been both clever and... thorough in her implementation of the curse. Beyond the threat of death, it had altered the king in some particularly obscene ways.
The first and most recognizable was in his genitalia. His shaft had grown to an uncomfortably long 12 inches with a bulbous 2-inch head on top. The thickness had increased too, almost making it too big to fit his hand around. His testicles had swollen to the size of duck eggs making his testosterone levels skyrocket. The size barely diminished when flaccid so when he wore the tight clothing required for the government officials, his manhood stuck out like a sore thumb. He might as well be naked most of the time. He did admit that it wasn't a bad intimidation tactic, but most of the time it was very embarrassing.
It also garnered unwanted attention from the women he ruled. Practically everyone wanted to bare the child that would be his doom. Aside from his penis the curse also made him grow hair on practically every inch of his body and his sex drive was nearly too much to manage. The stress was been getting to him and he had gained almost 60 pounds making him look around 50 instead of the 40-year-old that he had looked like for the past 170 years.
Every night he practically races to his bedroom to relive himself of the pressure in his loins using either one of the sanctuary attendant boys or taking care of it himself. Although he slightly preferred women, he couldn't risk getting one of them pregnant. His new penis produced an unholy amount of semen and Draven was almost sure the sorceress would have manipulated his sperm count in some way as well as making it impossible to perform a vasectomy without severing the appendage completely.
On this particular night he was grateful. The lustful pangs that seized him almost daily didn't arrive and he was able to fall asleep alone. He knew that he would have a considerable buildup of seed by the morning and his phallus would surely be greeting him at full mast. However, tonight he wanted to go to sleep without ejaculating. He was on his back and sprawled out on his bed. His miraculous member was resting between his hairy thighs waiting for the slightest of disturbances to awaken it from its slumber. The moonlight shone on him and the sounds of the distance city life hummed away beneath his feet.
