After speaking to a fellow writer, I elected to compress my FE 1K prompts in a single story rather than have everything lumped into one story in the dark, damp corners of the crossover section.

Negotiations in her private chambers

Queen Henriette's quill tapped the table as she calculated. Eventually, she made her mark with an elegant, swift circle across the brunt of the page. "So We can spare...this many. Would that suffice, Prince Hrid?"

Hrid gawked at the massive circle she created and the contents within. "T-that's more than generous, my lady! Nfil couldn't possibly accept that many supplies!" he insisted, trying to focus on the queen's face and not her barely constrained breasts. 'Nfil's sake - why did she INSIST on holding conference in her bathrobe, of all things?!'

The barely-clothed queen protested. "Nonsense! On behalf of my honored kingdom, I insist you take as much as I can offer you!" she leaned over the table, letting her bosom hang down. Her legs crossed, giving him the barest hint of her inner thigh...and the distinct absence of smallclothes.

Hrid was suddenly sweating worse than he had in Muspell.

"Does something ail you, Prince Hrid?" she asked, clearly concerned.

"It's Nothing, Queen Henriette," he waved her off and downed some more water. His eyes glanced around the room for anything...untoward. But it was still just them - No guards, no retainers, not even an advisor.

Just the Queen and the visiting Prince...Alone. In her chambers. With her wearing only her robe.

He wiped away the drips before asking her. "Actually...I must ask ask why you insisted on such an...informal, occasion. Do you not fear for your own safety?"

Henriette laughed, a musical, airy chortle that stirred something within him. She lifted her wine glass and lightly swilled it. "My dear, what would I possibly have to fear from you?"

Her rosy lips touched the glass.

"Hahhh! F-Faster Prince Hri-IIIIIEEEEEEEEEH!"

Herniette's voice cracked over the lascivious slaps. Her back rubbed into the tabletop, knocking over more and more of the freshy drafted papers. Her green eyes rolled back as she was fucked the only way she really liked it - hot, hard, and heavy.

The Queen's curvaceous legs stuck straight out as Hrid's balls slapped against her ass. Her robe loosely hung from her waist. Her massive tits were pinned down by the prince's chest. She blindly groped back to hold the edge of the table for dear life.

"G-Gods Please! I-I'm Cumming!"

Hrid struggled to endure yet another of her cock-breaking contractions. Her vaginal vice clamped down around his throbbing dick, begging for his seed. Once more he fought her off...but it was clear that this battle was only just beginning.

Her calves slammed down on his shoulders as he sped up his pace. He reached down and wrapped his arms around her back for support. The busty queen's breasts pressed around his neck.

Ooooh, Harder! Harder! Oh god, Hrid! You-you're gonna break meeeee!"

One more climax ripped through her body before he succumbed. Hrid dumped the progeny of Nfil into her wanton womb, filling her with the sires of a King not her own. Henriette's body spasmed in euphoric bliss as he filled her to the brim.

The prince released her and pulled out, letting his load spew out of her. Now free, Henriette rolled onto her stomach. Her thighs squirmed together, dislodging more of his cum from her twat. The sight of the well-fucked Queen of Askr in such a state was enough to make him raring to go again.

Henriette moaned as she felt him slip into her well-used pussy again. His stomach curved around her globulous ass as he compressed himself on her back. His hips quickly sped up until he was ramming her down against the table.

This bone was anything but prone.

The Queen's arms reached over the edges and rattled against the wooden top. Her bare nipples grinded over the boards, stimulating her further. "Aah! Oh! Oooooooh!"

Hrid reached around and seized her breasts, transforming her yelps into a long, drawn-out moan. His coarse hands palmed and squeezed her with the ferocity of a King, making her next mind-shattering climax literally squirt down and drench the accords.

Henriette's head was pushed into the table, rubbing her cheek against the surface. His hand dug into her bun, making it unravel around his fingers. The friction of his thrusts caused her other bun to also come apart.

Hrid pushed further into her, making her ass come up with him. Her knees buckled as she struggled to hold herself aloft. Her toes curled with every spine-crackling second. Her tongue flopped out and bounced with abandon.

"Fuuhck!" her voice echoed through the chamber and out into the hall. Hrid could endure no more, and succumbed.

"Hrrragh!"

Hrid rammed into her twat and exploded. His blast disturbed her already jizz-compacted womb, causing his earlier loads to blast back out onto the table.

Hrid's vision was spotty as he came crashing back down. He rolled to his side and pulled out. The prince struggled to breathe as the weight of his sins crashed over him. "Gods...what have I done?!"

The prince wallowed in his despair, all but assured that his trespass had damned his kingdom. He didn't realize that the supposedly addled Queen was already back up and at his side until her hand closed around his sore cock.

"You barely even left a scratch, is what you did," she cheerfully informed him. He gawked at her flushed, fucked body and her nonplussed reaction. The queen carried as much cheer as if she'd invited him to afternoon tea and not just been plowed into a table in her royal chambers, "Come now - don't tell me you're done already?

"I..I...I mean, you...I?!"

Henriette giggled at his stupor. She flicked away her disheveled hair and looked to him with a kind, pitiable smile. Her deft fingers pumped him back to full mast...painfully. She rolled herself atop him and shimmed down between his legs. She gave him a long, sloppy lick from his balls up to his tip.

"Oh my dear...you really don't know what you've gotten yourself into, do you?"