Elf Prince Goes To Prison Part 1 -futa- -sleepy-b- Access

Ryker raised an eyebrow. "Well, well. A prince, huh? I didn't think they locked up royalty around here."

Valerius stumbled, his golden hair falling over his eyes. He had been framed, his lineage betrayed, and now the most delicate soul in the realm was about to learn that in these walls, a crown meant nothing, and his ethereal beauty was a dangerous liability. Elf Prince Goes to Prison Part 1 -FUTA- -Sleepy-B-

Arin noticed that Guard Breson seemed particularly disinterested one night as he approached their cell. With a tilt of his head, the guard let slip a small piece of parchment with a cryptic message scrawled on it: "Look to the east wing for your chance." Ryker raised an eyebrow

Valerius kept his head down, his long silver hair falling forward to curtain his face. He held the loincloth tight, acutely aware of the sway of his heavy cock with every step. The lack of magical suppression made him feel raw, exposed, his senses overwhelmed by the stench and the noise. I didn't think they locked up royalty around here

They did not bind Prince Laeron Vey’s hands with silver. Silver was for werewolves, for bargaining, for nobility. Instead, they brought out FUTA —Ferro-Ultrathic Tense Alloy—a material forged in the dying embers of a Dwarven Sun. It was warm to the touch, alive in a way that metal should not be, and it responded only to the biochemistry of guilt. When the collar clicked shut around Laeron’s pale neck, the world muted .

The guard just chuckled and shook his head. "Sorry, prince. But you're not above the law. Or the prison's rules."