Queen Jeanne of Denmark

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Now, Prince Zhalantin of the Khwarazmian Empire, emboldened by his rape of his grandmother, led an army of 100,000 to conquer the western kingdom of Rumu.
Rumu, located in Asia Minor west of the Khwarazmian Empire, covered an area of one million square kilometers and had a large population. It was a Seljuk Turkic state, renowned for its bravery and fighting prowess. In the initial engagement, Zhalantin proved superior and defeated the Rumu army. Zhalantin pressed his advantage westward.
The Rumu army hastily sought aid from the Empire of Nicaea. This Empire, located northwest of Rumu, was a Slavic and Greek state, covering an area of 5.8 million square kilometers and also boasting a large population. The two empires joined forces to fight Zhalantin. However, as the saying goes, two fists cannot defeat four hands; Zhalantin was defeated and retreated to his homeland. Just as
the combined forces of Rumu and Nicaea were about to pursue him, news arrived from their rear that the Crusaders were on their way again, crossing the sea. The allied forces of the two countries dared not be negligent, turning westward to meet the Crusaders.
West of the Nicaean Empire, across the Black Sea, lay the Latin Empire, covering 1.8 million square kilometers and possessing a large population. The Latin Empire was a Crusader state, a sworn enemy of the Nicaean Empire and the Russo-Japanese Empire. Seeing the two countries turning east to confront Khwarazm, it seized the opportunity to launch an offensive.
The main ethnic group of the Latin Empire was the Normans, and thus it also mobilized the Grand Duchy of Normandy to participate in this crusade. The Grand Duchy of Normandy was also a Norman state. The Grand Duchy of Normandy, covering 800 billion square kilometers, mobilized a large force for the Crusade. And the Grand Duke of Normandy, the old hero William, was also the Emperor of the British Empire, so naturally, Britain also participated in the crusade.
The British Empire, covering 75 million square kilometers, had a vast territory. One of its main ethnic groups, the Celts, practiced mating between mother and son. Many Celtic soldiers went to war, while their wives at home mated with their sons to relieve their sexual desires—a matter to be discussed later.
William the Great, a veteran Norman hero, was sixty years old this year. His vigor remained undiminished as he led his troops into battle. However, during his campaign in the East, he was caught off guard when his nephew met with misfortune. The Emperor's nephew was the Emperor of Denmark. While the British Empire is said to be vast, the Holy Roman Empire, the Danish Empire, and the Sweden Empire were even larger than the Grand Duchy of Normandy and the British Empire. Denmark and Sweden, in particular, had expansive and deep territories, stretching far north, seemingly unfathomable.
The northern Danish Empire was, of course, a Norman state, and the Danish Emperor was the Emperor's nephew. The Danish Emperor was in his forties, very imposing. His queen, Chloe, was incredibly beautiful; she was forty-nine years old, 1.75 meters tall, with golden hair, a full figure, and milky-white skin. The Emperor loved her too much, mating with her too frequently, and one afternoon, he died beneath her.
The Emperor's brother, Claudius, was also a robust and bearded man, not as strong as his brother, but still formidable. He quickly inherited his brother's throne and his brother's queen. He had long coveted this beautiful mature woman, and after obtaining her, he raped her day and night, never letting her go for a moment.
Meanwhile, while Emperor Claudius and Queen Catherine were making love day and night, they angered someone. This man was intelligent and wise, in his early twenties, named Hamlet, the son of the late emperor and Queen Catherine. After the late emperor's death, he should have ascended the throne, but his uncle usurped it. His uncle not only took his throne but also his beloved mother.
Hamlet had an unspeakable, deep love for his mother; he was utterly captivated by her voluptuous, mature body, and from the time he was old enough to understand, he had always longed for her carnal desires. He had stolen his mother's underwear and collected her golden pubic and armpit hair from her bed.
In Norse culture, mating between mother and son was not uncommon. However, intimidated by his father's authority, Hamlet dared not harbor any improper thoughts about his mother. Finally, the father died between the mother's legs, but then an uncle appeared and took the mother for himself.
That evening, Hamlet secretly went to his mother's bedroom and heard her screams inside. Ah, it was his mother being ravaged by that beast Claudius!
Hamlet's heart was breaking. He rushed to the castle walls and paced back and forth in the sea breeze: "To be, or not to be, that is the question." His beloved mother being violated by his enemy, Hamlet could not bear this mental anguish. He wanted to jump into the sea for release. Just then, his mother's voluptuous body and her deep, sensual voice appeared in his mind again. Death—he couldn't bear to leave his mother.
Hamlet has a well-known Oedipus complex, which can be analyzed from several aspects:
First, his mother, as queen, possessed a very beautiful and attractive body; otherwise, her brother-in-law could have easily married a young and beautiful Scandinavian woman after seizing the throne. Therefore, it can be assumed that her brother-in-law also had the same psychological problem.
Secondly, the environment and atmosphere of the royal palace shaped the temperament of the Danish princes. At the center of supreme power, royal family members didn't worry about daily necessities like food, clothing, or shelter. They were well-nourished and healthy, so their physical development was likely not a problem. However, this privileged lifestyle provided them with the time and energy to engage in intellectual pursuits, much like the Chinese saying, "When people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lust."
Thirdly, the open sexual attitudes of the Scandinavians also led to stronger sexual desires and richer imaginations in this area, often resulting in unexpected outcomes. For example, a son might fall in love with the middle-aged queen rather than a young girl. This was also related to environmental and species-specific natural conditions.
Hamlet, nearly driven mad, once again came to his mother's bedroom. His uncle had already satisfied his lust and gone to a banquet. Hamlet entered his mother's bedroom.
The beautiful queen sat on the edge of the bed, her face haggard, yet still beautiful, possessing a sensuality that added to her allure.
Hamlet said, "Mother!"
The Queen said, "Hamlet, Hamlet, why haven't you come to see me all this time?" Hamlet said, "Mother, Mother, Mother!"
The Queen said, "Hamlet, you have greatly offended your father." Hamlet said, "Mother, you have greatly offended my father." The Queen said, "Don't answer me with such nonsense." Hamlet said, "Mother, don't ask me with such nonsense." The Queen said, "Ah, what, Hamlet! Have you forgotten me?" "No?" Hamlet said. "I swear by the cross, I have not forgotten you; you are the Queen, the wife of your husband's brother, and my mother—I wish you were not!" The Queen said. "Oh, then I must go and call your father to speak with you." Hamlet pressed down on his mother. "Come, come, sit down, do not move; I will put a mirror before you, and you will see your own soul."
The Queen's full breasts trembled, and Hamlet couldn't help but tear open his mother's blouse and bite her cherry-red nipple.
The Queen cried out, "What are you doing? Are you going to kill me? Help! Help!" Hamlet, in a fit of rage, pinned his mother to the bed.
The Queen cried, “Oh! What are you doing?”
Hamlet replied, “I don’t know.”
The Queen exclaimed, “Oh, what a rash and cruel act!”
Hamlet, suckling at his mother’s nipple, said, “A cruel act! Good mother. It’s as bad as killing an emperor and then marrying his brother.”
The Queen said, “Killed an emperor?”
Hamlet said, “Yes, Mother, that’s exactly what I said. Didn’t my father die between your legs?”
The Queen said, "What wrong have I done that you dare to speak so brazenly to me?" Hamlet vigorously kneaded the Queen's full, white breasts: "Your actions have tarnished chastity and given virtue the name of hypocrisy; taken the delicate rose from the brow of pure love and branded it; made the covenant of marriage as false as a gambler's oath; oh! Such an act has made the covenant a soulless shell, the sacred wedding a string of delirious ravings; even the face of heaven is ashamed of it, and the earth, grieving for such an act, is shrouded in sorrow, as if the end of the world were approaching." Crying in pain, she said, "Let me go! Oh! What terrible crime is it that you describe in such a horrifying way?"
Hamlet kissed his mother's beautiful face: "Mother, look at this picture, and this one; these are portraits of two brothers. Behold, how elegant and handsome this one is: with the curls of the sun god, the forehead of the heavenly god, and eyes as majestic as the god of war, with the agility of a messenger of the gods descending upon the highest peaks; and this one, with perfect and outstanding features, as if every god had left his mark upon it, proving to the world that this is the epitome of manhood. This is your former husband.
And now look at this one: this is your present husband." Her husband, like a rotten ear of grain, had damaged his robust limbs. Do you have eyes? Are you willing to leave this magnificent mountain and live in this wilderness? Hey!
Do you have eyes? You can't call it love, because at your age, passion has cooled, become tamed, and is willing to heed the judgment of reason; what reason would willingly descend from such a high place to such a low one?
You certainly have perception, otherwise you wouldn't have acted; but your perception must also be numb; for even a madman wouldn't make such a mistake, no matter how insane, he wouldn't fail to discern such a stark difference. So what kind of devil is this? "Have I blindfolded you, deceived you like this? Even with eyes but no touch, touch but no sight, ears but no eyes or hands, only smell and nothing else, even if only one sense remains and it malfunctions, you wouldn't be this foolish.
Shame on you! Don't you feel ashamed? If the flames of hell can stir a stirring in the marrow of a middle-aged woman, then let her chastity melt like wax in the flames of youth. When uncontrollable lust attacks, there's no need to cry out in shame, for even frost and snow will spontaneously combust, and reason will become a slave to desire!"
He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, biting the queen's nipple hard!
The Queen cried out in anguish, "Ah! Hamlet! Don't bite Mother! Don't say any more! You've made my eyes look into the depths of my own soul, and see the indelible black stain within it." Hamlet lifted his mother's skirt and tore at her thicket of golden pubic hair: "Hey, living in a sweaty, filthy bed, letting lust cloud your mind, flirting in a filthy pigsty!" The Queen cried out in anguish, "Ah! Don't say any more! These words pierce my body like knives; don't tear at Mother's pubic hair, dear Hamlet!" Hamlet bit at his mother's pubic hair, and the Queen cried out in horror, "Good heavens! He's gone mad!" Hamlet parted the Queen's legs and inserted his hard penis into the vagina that had given birth to him!
The Queen cried out in anguish, "O Hamlet! You have split my body in two!" Hamlet thrust roughly into his mother's vagina, saying with each thrust, "O Mother! You are beautiful, I love you! But do not go to my uncle's bed; even though you have lost your chastity, you must try to be a virtuous woman. Habit, though a devil that can make one lose shame, can also be an angel, subtly guiding those who strive for good. If you restrain yourself tonight, next time you will find this self-control not so difficult, and slowly it will become a habit; for habit has a magical power to change one's temperament, it can subdue the devil and drive him out of people's hearts. Let me once more greet your beautiful body!" Shame made the Queen completely lose the will to struggle, and her son's merciless torment made her suffer unbearably. The Queen could not help but let out a low, painful cry.
Hamlet was further aroused by his mother's delicate, painful moans. He thrust repeatedly, uttering a long string of words, each thrust harder than the last: "Mother! To preserve the bond between mother and son, I must be violent; misfortune has begun, and greater calamities are yet to come. One more thing, Mother, Queen, what should I do?" His mother cried out in pain, sobbing uncontrollably.
Hamlet continued thrusting, "Mother, I cannot forbid you from letting that fat, pig-like tyrant seduce you into his bed, from letting him twist your breasts, from making you his little ewe!" As he spoke, he twisted his mother's breasts hard, and the Queen screamed in agony.
"I also cannot forbid you from telling him everything you know because he gave you a couple of foul kisses, or touched your nipples with his wicked fingers, and telling him that I was only pretending to be mad, not truly mad." He pinched his mother's cherry-red nipples hard, and the Queen wept in agony.
"You should let him know; for what beautiful, intelligent, and sensible queen would willingly conceal such important news from a toad, a bat, or a ram? No, though reason warns you to keep it a secret, you may be like the monkey in the fable, driven by curiosity, who went to the roof, opened the cage door, released the birds, and climbed in himself, only to fall to his death along with the cage." He thrust heavily into the queen's womb!
The queen, having just been raped four times by the emperor, could no longer endure her son's brutality. She screamed in agony, "Hamlet... don't torture your mother anymore... I can't take it..." The dual torment of mind and body made her suffer unbearably: "Ugh... Hamlet... kill me... I don't want to live anymore..." The queen wailed in agony.
Hamlet roared excitedly, "Let the storm rage on!" Amid his mother's cries, his semen gushed forth, violently shooting into her womb!
Hamlet pressed down on his mother, the Queen, who had almost fainted.
After a long while, Hamlet recovered and carefully examined the Queen's full, white body. He lifted one of her arms; large tufts of soft, golden armpit hair grew under her arm, which Hamlet kissed tenderly. He kissed his mother's armpit hair, waking the Queen from her semi-conscious state. The Queen cried out in ticklishness, but Hamlet held her arm, preventing her from moving, so she could only let him lick her.
Hamlet then bent down and picked up one of the Queen's small feet. Her milky-white feet were exceptionally beautiful and fragrant. Hamlet held them in his hands, inhaling deeply. The fragrance of his mother's lotus intoxicated him, and his penis became hard again.
Hamlet kissed the Queen's beautiful little feet, and the Queen moaned, "Hamlet…no…don't do that…" Her feet were very sensitive; she was most afraid of men playing with them. An uncontrollable physiological reaction caused her to uncontrollably become wet with desire. Ignoring his mother's pleas, Hamlet continued to savor her beautiful little feet for a long time.
Then he ordered his mother to kneel by the bed, her white, tender buttocks raised, and he carefully studied her anus.
The Queen's anus was exquisitely shaped, surrounded by fine, golden anal hairs. Hamlet couldn't help but lick his mother's delicate anus with his tongue. The Queen couldn't help but moan softly. After
licking his mother's anus for a long time, Hamlet stood up, took his penis in his hand, and slowly, yet resolutely, thrust it into his mother's anus.
The Queen's languid, low moans of pain rang out again. Hearing his mother's moans, Hamlet's penis became even harder. He held his mother's extremely soft buttocks and continued to thrust forcefully into the depths of her anus.
The noble and delicate Queen, like a ewe, was being penetrated from behind by her son; she was covered in sweat, lying on the bed, tears streaming down her face.
Hamlet's penis was intensely stimulated by his mother's tight anus. He wanted to ejaculate inside her, and suddenly, his penis exploded inside her anus! The violent ejaculation was accompanied by his mother's cries.
Hamlet also penetrated his mother four times. Before leaving, his mother had accepted him. He said to his mother, "Your Majesty, rest assured, if words come from breath and breath from life, as long as I have breath, I will never let my breath betray the love you have given me. I must go to England, you know?" The Queen stroked Hamlet's blond hair: "Ah! Go; it has been decided." Hamlet kissed his mother's breast and said, "Goodnight, Mother!" After Hamlet left, Claudius returned and raped the Queen again.
Hamlet fled to England, hoping to use English power to seek justice and force his uncle Claudius to step down. However, Hamlet's great-uncle William was leading the English army in the Crusades, so Hamlet had no choice but to stay in England and wait.
Claudius raped Queen Catherine day and night, and a year later, he too died beneath her. King William of England sent troops to escort Hamlet back to England, where he ascended the throne as King of Denmark. Later, he formally married his mother, Catherine, as Queen. Mother and son lived happily together, had daughters and children—but that's another story.
[The End]

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