Part 1 -futa- -sleepy-b- !link!: Elf Prince Goes To Prison

"Move it, Your Highness," the guard sneered, shoving him toward the dark maw of Block C.

She reached out, a large green hand cupping his chin, forcing him to look at her.

In the shimmering, crystalline spires of the Aetherial Kingdom, Prince Valerius was a paragon of grace and ancient lineage. Known for his ethereal beauty and a temperament as calm as a mountain lake, the Prince was the pride of the Elven court. However, beneath the velvet robes and the crown of woven starlight lay a secret that defied the rigid binary of Elven biology—a rare, potent endowment that the kingdom’s whispers labeled as "Futa." This duality of form, combining the delicate features of a high elf with a hidden, masculine vitality, was a divine anomaly that Valerius kept veiled behind layers of enchanted silk. Elf Prince Goes to Prison Part 1 -FUTA- -Sleepy-B-

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The guards moved to take Arin into custody, leading him away from the light of the sun and into the darkness of his new reality. His cellmate, a towering figure with skin as black as coal and eyes that seemed to see right through him, was named Kael. Kael had been in Ironwood for years, accused of a crime he too claimed not to have committed.

"Home sweet home, Prince."

In the enchanted realm of Elvendom, Prince Elric was known for his striking emerald eyes, silver hair that cascaded down his back like a river of moonlight, and his unrivaled prowess in archery. The youngest son of the Elf King, Elric had always been somewhat of a free spirit, often taking on the guise of a commoner to explore the lands beyond his father's kingdom. His adventurous heart and kind soul made him a beloved figure among his people.