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The throne room of Mars was silent, save for the wet, rhythmic sounds of something far more intimate than galactic warfare. X 2 froze in the doorway, her breath catching in her throat. Her slim frame trembled, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her Martian uniform. She had planned this perfectly a trap to lure the idiot Earthling away so she could reassert Martian dominance but the sight before her shattered every tactical calculation.

Queen Tyr'ahnee, the regal and untouchable sovereign of Mars, was not alone. Duck Dodgers the bumbling, incompetent fool she had fought across countless star systems wasn't just present; he was claiming her. His uniform was discarded on the obsidian floor, and he was buried balls deep inside the Queen, his hips driving forward with a primal, relentless strength that left the monarch gasping, her regal composure dissolved into shameless ecstasy.

X 2's mind raced. This was treason. This was humiliation. But as she watched the way Tyr'ahnee's thighs wrapped around the duck's waist, and the way the predator's gaze suddenly snapped toward the doorway, something else ignited in her blood.

Dodgers didn't look surprised. There was no stammering apology, no clumsy retreat. Instead, his eyes locked onto X 2's with a dark, hungry intensity she had never seen in his usual dopey expressions. The stupidity was gone, replaced by the raw confidence of a conqueror who had survived the trials and seized the prize.

"Well now, X 2," Dodgers growled, his voice dropping an octave as he continued to pound into the Queen without breaking eye contact. "Why stand there gawking when there's plenty of room at the throne? The Queen needs her court properly... attended to."

Tyr'ahnee reached out one hand toward X 2, her fingers beckoning with desperate need. "Come, X 2... join us. Let him show you what an Earthling can truly accomplish."

X 2 felt a traitorous heat spreading between her legs. Her massive ass quivered involuntarily as her gaze dropped to the way Dodgers' cock disappeared into the Queen's slick folds. The rivalry, the centuries of Martian pride it all felt meaningless compared to the overwhelming urge to be claimed by this unexpected king. Without a word, she began to unfasten her uniform, her eyes never leaving his.