They went to Taiyang's room.
Once they left the bathroom, after a second shower where both girls spent the time touching each other, they each went to their own rooms to get dressed and continue their day, relaxing to regain some energy.
After that... there wasn't even an argument. Once they finished dinner and she finished washing the dishes, Yang followed her alpha to her father's room.
Yang felt a twinge of discomfort run down her spine, a sensation that had nothing to do with desire. The scent of old wood, the pristine order, and the small details that still evoked her father's presence, along with the distant echoes of Summer, hit her like an invisible wall.
Walking through that room felt like an insult. She remembered the laughter, the stories told at the edge of that bed, and the shadow of a family that had once been complete.
However, there she was, following her Alpha to the center of that sacred space after a dinner thick with a tension that could no longer be ignored. There were no arguments or protests; washing the dishes had been the last act of normalcy before her mate led her there.
Ruby, for her part, walked with icy confidence. Although she deeply respected Taiyang, she had chosen this place with a deliberate and almost cruel intention.
She wanted to test the limits of Yang's devotion. She wanted to know if the control she exerted over the blonde was strong enough to eclipse even her respect for her home and her most cherished memories.
For Rose, this wasn't just an act of pleasure, but a trial by fire: an experiment to see if Yang would be capable of surrendering completely in the very heart of her father's territory.
...
Once the door closed, the weight of memories began to dissolve under the heat of lust.
Yang, who was already standing in front of her partner, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, frantically stripped off her clothes, leaving herself naked and vulnerable before her Alpha's silvery gaze.
Then she bent down and stood before Ruby, her fingers hooking into the elastic of her pajamas, slowly sliding them down. As soon as the fabric gave way, releasing the pressure, Rose's member sprang into view.
Still a little surprised by its size, Yang leaned forward, letting her breath encircle the taut flesh. Then she ran her tongue along its length in a deliberate stroke, drawing a line of glistening saliva.
The contrast of the soft tongue against Rose's firm, hot surface caused Ruby to let out a ragged sigh, a sound that fueled her partner's submissive flame.
Xiao's hands completed the caress, firmly encircling the base, establishing a steady, ascending rhythm. Meanwhile, her free hand sought the warm weight of her Alpha's testicles, cradling them.
…
Ruby loved having her cock between Yang's breasts.
That was something the blonde fighter quickly discovered when Yang took the initiative, bringing her breasts together with her hands, creating a deep, warm channel of plump flesh.
When Ruby undressed from the waist down and positioned herself in front of her, Yang greeted her with a gasp. Each thrust from Rose was met by Xiao pressing her breasts harder against the Alpha's shaft, trying to please her as much as she could.
The sensation of Ruby's hot, throbbing skin against hers was almost too much to process. Yang felt everything... how her partner's pulse beat rhythmically against her chest... how her cock grew harder with each moan that escaped Rose's lips.
And as she did so, Xiao couldn't help but feel pleasure as her alpha played with her body like one of her toys. She fondled her breasts and pulled at her whenever she wanted her to go faster.
Even with her breasts, Ruby was a monster. When she came, she did so with force. Load after load, covering her in semen and igniting a series of dazzling, small orgasms.
Yang didn't understand it; she couldn't and didn't care to understand. But anything her alpha did drove her wild with lust and pleasure, making her revel in Ruby's response, certain that every movement was working to please her.
There was a brief moment of stillness, a moment where the blonde lay motionless, her muscles fatigued and her breath ragged, processing the intensity of what had just happened. But her train of thought was interrupted when, without warning, a hand plunged forcefully into her hair.
Rose's firm touch forced her to stop and look up.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Ruby asked, then grabbed Yang and pulled her back, lifting her up.
Xiao landed on her back on the bed, and before she could react, Rose was already straddling her stomach, pinning her down with her weight.
Smiling, Ruby leaned forward, grabbing Yang's breasts and pressing them together to her liking over her cock before thrusting again.
The sound was unmistakable, the rhythmic, wet thud of flesh against flesh, facilitated by the semen acting as a slick, messy lubricant.
Ruby took the lead with a ferocity that left Yang breathless. Her youthful hips dug into the lower part of her breasts as Xiao clung to the bed, trying not to move so her alpha could have her way with her body.
Her movements were quick, electric, driven by a hunger that seemed to grow with each passing second, while small petals appeared from time to time only to disappear just as quickly.
The contact was total; Yang's chest felt crushed in the most delicious way possible under Ruby's relentlessly pleasurable rhythm.
…
By the time Ruby finally finished, she collapsed onto Yang's body for a moment, her heart pounding wildly.
The blonde fighter, meanwhile, was submerged in a pool of her own arousal from the excess fluids of both of them. Her skin burned, her breasts were completely stained with her alpha's semen, and her mind was nothing but an echo of her moans as she licked the semen that reached her lips.
They both remained in comfortable silence, gazing into each other's eyes, savoring the moment.
Until, with a sigh, Ruby slowly sat up, surveying the mess she had made. There was no trace of regret in her silver eyes, only deep satisfaction.
"Good job, Yang," Ruby complimented, giving her one last possessive pat on the cheek before rising to lie on top of her first partner. "Good job… let's continue."
"Mmm?" The blonde fighter felt something brush against her breasts. Opening her eyes, she realized her alpha was wiping her chest with the bedsheets. "(What a waste,)" she thought, moaning at the loss, but since it was her alpha cleaning her, she didn't resist.
"Get on," Ruby ordered once she finished, guiding her with a firm but controlled pull, forcing her to abandon her rest and lift her up.
Yang moved clumsily in surprise, but let Rose pull her onto her lap. She did everything she could to position her thighs on either side of her alpha's, finally sitting on top of her in a union of bodies that made the air between them disappear completely.
It was at that moment, with their bodies pressed together and their mutual heat melting, that the true nature of the challenge became clear to the blonde fighter. Rose's member, now positioned between them, moved rhythmically with each breath.
Yang could see with raw clarity how the head of Ruby's penis struck the area just above her navel with every small movement of the Alpha's hips.
The pressure against her skin was constant, a throbbing of power that seemed to want to pierce her soft belly. Xiao felt as if her own organs were parting in anticipation, her cunt overflowing with fluids that now lubricated both their skins, creating a wet sound each time Rose adjusted beneath her.
"Look at it closely, Yang," Ruby whispered in the blonde's ear, keeping her hand firmly on the back of her neck, forcing her gaze to remain fixed on the point where their bodies met. "Do you see how deep I'm going to be inside you today? Do you see how I'm going to fill you up in your father's bed?"
Yang could only nod, her words lost in a throat dry with desire. The discomfort from the memories of Taiyang and Summer was still there, but now it was buried beneath layers of animalistic need.
Xiao sat in her Alpha's lap, feeling the steel of her will pounding against her belly, and she knew it didn't matter what the ghosts in the room thought. She belonged to Ruby, and the depth of that member was the only thing she was willing to follow that night.
Ruby's rhythmic movements intensified, a slow but relentless sway that forced Yang to grip her shoulders, digging her nails lightly into her skin, as she mentally and physically prepared to be opened, claimed, and finally, completely possessed.
"Tell me you want it here," Ruby demanded, her voice vibrating against Yang's neck, as her hips thrust upward, eliciting a muffled moan. "Tell me you don't care who used to sleep in these sheets."
Yang squeezed her eyes shut, but Ruby's hand on the back of her neck prevented her from hiding. The sandalwood scent of her father mingled intoxicatingly with the intense and overwhelming scent of Rose, which should have repelled her, but at that moment only intensified her passion.
"I want..." Yang began, her voice cracking, feeling the excess of her own moisture trickle down her thighs. "I want you to break me here... Claim me again, alpha, please."
Ruby smiled.