Chapter 6: Devotion

“No! Stop!” Her weak resistance failed to stop Komer; instead, it fueled his intense desire to conquer her. His fingers slid down her full breasts, and her flat, smooth abdomen spasmed wherever his fingers moved. The wide, thick belt buckle snapped open under his deft fingers, and the leather pants around her body loosened instantly, revealing her beautiful pink triangular panties—seeing which nearly made Komer’s nose bleed.
“Ah!” A cry of shock—Grace could no longer remain indifferent. She struggled to free herself, the chill in her abdomen making her realize she might be facing a pivotal moment in her life. But Komer, whose eyes were already red, wouldn’t let her escape his grasp. With skillful hands, he unfastened the buckle on her other side of the leather armor. As the armor fell off, the fabric on her right side shattered under his touch, revealing another full, firm breast. The overwhelming visual stimulus made Komer unable to resist biting that freshly exposed breast.
“Oh!” A long moan, mixed with pleasure and ecstasy, echoed in the cool air as Grace’s spirit collapsed. By now, she had no strength to stop Komer’s actions. His skilled touch had found her weakness, and a single suckling sent her will completely astray. Realizing this, Komer intensified his assault, his other hand also tormenting the flesh on her left side. His gentle yet intense touch made Grace feel as though her body was about to melt in his arms.
He lifted Grace’s firm buttocks and made her kneel on his legs. His hands grabbed her leather pants, which had already lost their belt, and pushed them down forcefully. With a rustling sound, the pants fell to her knees, revealing her delicate, tender body. The tight triangular panties not only failed to cover her private parts but also added a hint of mystery. Her round navel appeared especially alluring against the pink panties.
At that moment, Komer seemed to regain his clarity. He lifted Grace’s body and placed her on the bed he used for meditation. Helpless, Grace didn’t even know where to put her hands or feet. Completely naked, with only triangular panties covering her most sacred parts, she could only cover her burning face with her hands, standing there gracefully before Komer.

It was so quiet in the chamber. Grace, filled with shame, peeked through her fingers and saw that Komer had even stepped back two paces, standing in front of her and silently admiring her body. His cold gaze held no lust at that moment—only admiration and fascination, as if he were appreciating a perfect work of art.

Komer truly loved this body. Years of intense exercise had given Grace a more perfectly proportioned physique than any other woman around him. In comparison, Eve appeared slightly slender, Shatima a bit plump, Lome lacked some health, and Finitz resembled an unripe green apple. He had never truly seen Vero’s body; perhaps only Tracy’s memory could compare, but Komer knew that was only because she was his first love and left an overly perfect impression in his memory.

Seeing Komer staring at her body in such rapt attention, Grace could no longer bear his gaze. With a soft moan, she squatted down to cover her chest and began to cry softly. Only then did Komer seem to wake from his trance. He stepped forward, embraced Grace’s body, and felt the drops of tears fall on his shoulders. He simply stroked her hair and smooth back in silence.

Sighing lightly, Komer tried to dress her, but found that her clothes had been torn to shreds during his moment of indulgence. After looking around but finding no suitable clothing, he simply picked up his own coat and draped it over her. “I’m sorry. I lost control.”

“No, it’s none of your concern. I’m willing!” Perhaps after releasing her emotions, Grace became determined all at once. She raised her tear-streaked face and looked at Komer. “Komer, do you really like me? Do you like my body or me as a person?”

At this moment, Komer knew he couldn’t hesitate. He replied firmly, “I like your body, but even more, I like you as a person. But you know…”

“That’s enough. Grace doesn’t ask for much. I won’t stay by your side forever. We’re just two meteors in the sky—only able to cross paths briefly, never moving side by side.” Tears still glistened on Grace’s face, but a bright smile appeared. “Come, enjoy Grace’s unparalleled body. Grace will make you remember her forever.”

At this moment, Grace appeared exceptionally generous. She stood up with ease, proudly exposing her body to her beloved man. She even spun around in front of Comer as if performing, allowing him to fully appreciate her stunning figure. Her plump, exquisite buttocks were clearly visible beneath the light red panties. In the final moment, Grace didn’t hesitate to remove the only covering on her body—the panties—exposing her completely to her lover.

A surge of desire overwhelmed Comer instantly. When Grace gave him an encouraging look, spreading her arms to welcome him with her naked body, he could no longer control his emotions. As he held her tightly in his arms, he realized he was in tears. What more could he ask for from a woman who offered herself to him so wholeheartedly and without reservation? All his previous worries and doubts seemed utterly vile and ugly at that moment. Such a woman belonged only to him—no matter what happened in the future, she would always be his!

Their bodies merged together, inseparable. As they entered each other’s bodies, Comer whispered gently but firmly in Grace’s ear, “No one can take you from me. You belong only to me!”

It was like a powerful aphrodisiac that ignited all of Grace’s desire. No matter how believable Comer’s words might have been, the fact that a man declared in such domineering tones that she belonged only to him proved his love for her was genuine. With such love, what more could she desire? She gave her all to match his passion. Pain and pleasure arrived simultaneously for Grace. Her first experience was etched forever into the depths of her heart and body like a sharp knife—painful, yet joyful!

Their passionate delight filled the room with warmth and joy. Grace felt like a happy bird flying high in the clouds, while Comer felt more like a hunter, striving to control the fierce horse beneath him. The horse leaped repeatedly, trying to throw him off, but the hunter maintained firm control over direction and rhythm, guiding the horse from one peak to another.

The afterglow of pleasure lingered, as the two tireless bodies continued to stir in bed. Komer, unable to put down the jade balls in his hands, seemed unwilling to leave them for even a moment, while Grace did her best to push her chest forward to satisfy her lover’s perverse desires. Her firm, full breasts took on various shapes in Komer’s hands; if possible, he even wished to enjoy this smooth, plump sensation at any time.

Sniffing the scent of Grace’s body, mixed with a hint of sweat, Komer once again thrust himself into her. The slick, heated sensation in the greenhouse corridor made him want to stay in that moment forever. Grace, unlike Lomei, had no restraint; she didn’t try to hide her joy from intimate encounters nor deliberately cater to Komer’s needs. Their mutual enjoyment gave Komer a sense of psychological pride alongside his intense sexual pleasure.

Grace gasped, moving her hips rhythmically—tightening and relaxing, shifting left and right—pushing Komer to new heights again. Sleeping intertwined, exhausted from her energy, Grace curled up in Komer’s arms. As he stroked her messy hair, he asked thoughtfully, “Grace, what brings you to my retreat?”

“Oh, I almost forgot why I came today,” Grace recalled her purpose. “I heard you’re about to explore the second level beneath the bunker with your friends. I was wondering if I could join?”

“You want to join this expedition?” Komer’s hand stopped on Grace’s bare hips. “It’s very dangerous beneath Damalsk Fortress—it’s not as simple as you think. Last time, we faced many troubles. If we hadn’t been well-prepared, none of us would have returned. The second level is even more dangerous, according to Shatima’s investigations. There are undead creatures we don’t yet understand, and there’s a high chance of intelligent necromantic beings!”

“Intelligent necromantic beings? Is that possible? How could such things exist? How could undead have intelligence?” Grace suddenly sat up, her trembling breasts swaying slightly, blinding Komer so much he could hardly keep his eyes open.

“Nothing is impossible in this world. Necromantic beings are just one of the mutated existences. There are too many mysteries in the vast continent—too many things you and I don’t know.” Komer suddenly became playful, teasingly touching the tempting curves on Grace’s chest.