Grant me Your Grace Chapter 42

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“Ngh, hng…!”

Hissin pressed his lips against Dahlia’s nape while moving his hand rapidly. 

 

Each time his wet fingers thrust inside, the squelching sounds clung to her ears.

Realizing it was no use trying to push him away anymore, Dahlia quickly covered her mouth with both hands. 

 

Unswallowed sobs pooled thickly in her palms, dripping like saliva.

“Haa, Your Highness.”

Hissin called her in an unfamiliar tone and sucked on her chest. His hot breath, flowing over her rounded curves, mingled with the sticky arousal, soaking her body.

“Hng, ngh…!”

Tears welled up in Dahlia’s reddened eyes. 

 

A sensation similar to pain, yet different, rose hotly from deep within her lower abdomen, making it unbearable. 

 

Everywhere Hissin’s fingertips touched, it felt as though a red heat gathered and swelled in a round, expanding mass.

The sensation below was so intense that Dahlia didn’t even notice Hissin biting down hard on her nipple, one after the other.

After sucking hard enough to make her nipples swell, Hissin roughly tore off her underwear. Dahlia blinked her blurred eyes as his face momentarily disappeared from her view.

When his lips finally touched her lower region, Dahlia couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

“Hissin! Please, hng…!”

Hissin firmly gripped Dahlia’s hips, holding them in place, and buried his face between them. 

 

The arousal that had already soaked her entrance now overflowed, messily covering his mouth and chin.

He savored her body as if relishing every bit.

After licking up every drop with his broad tongue, Hissin pressed firmly on the small clit hidden within the folds.

“Ahhng!”

The intense stimulation made Dahlia’s hips jerk. She tried to twist her waist to escape his mouth, but her clenched thighs only pulled his head closer.

Hissin sucked and rolled the clitoris from side to side, tormenting it.

Each time his tongue flicked rapidly from side to side, the small bud was stimulated, sending waves of overwhelming pleasure.

“Hng, ngh, ahhng…!”

Dahlia shook her head wildly and sobbed like an animal. 

 

An intense pleasure, as if all her nerves had gathered between her legs, poured over her.

 

Hissin’s long tongue pushed into the entrance that had been stretched open by his fingers moments earlier. 

 

As his slick, hot tongue explored inside her, Dahlia’s back arched like a bow.

 

Hissin stirred her depths just as he had done to her mouth earlier. He used his lips to hold open the entrance, which kept trying to close, and pushed his tongue even deeper inside. 

 

Another wave of hot, sticky fluid gushed out, soaking his mouth.

 

The moist interior, fragrant like crushed flowers, made Hissin lick up every drop of her essence without leaving a trace.

 

Hissin slightly opened his eyes and observed Dahlia’s body. Each time his tongue probed her entrance and touched her delicate flesh, the red spots covering her lower body gradually faded.

 

The areas where the spots disappeared grew wider as Dahlia’s moans grew louder. It seemed that the stronger the stimulation, the more effective it was.

 

Hissin focused his tongue on a small ridge, rubbing it intently, while inserting his fingers into her entrance again. 

 

This time, three fingers pushed inside at once.

 

Stimulated in two places simultaneously, Dahlia shook her head wildly. 

 

Even in the midst of this, the rattling window behind her seemed to bother her, so she gave up stifling her moans and instead gripped the windowsill, her fingers turning white from the strain.

 

“Hng, ah, ahhh…!”

 

Dahlia’s body trembled intermittently as she reached her climax. 

 

Each time her entrance clenched and spasmed, a thick, clear fluid with a slightly bitter scent flowed out.

 

Hissin wiped his thoroughly wet face with the back of his hand and then cast his shadow over Dahlia once more.

 

Dahlia, experiencing the peak of pleasure for the first time, twitched and looked up at him. She was so exhausted that her body felt like it might melt or collapse.

 

But it seemed this wasn’t the end yet.

 

“There are still spots left, Your Highness.”

 

“…!”

 

With Dahlia’s legs draped over his shoulders, Hissin easily aligned himself with her entrance. 

 

Something far thicker than his fingers pushed into the sticky, wet opening.

 

“Let me erase the remaining spots for you.”

 

Hissin’s swollen member began to slowly push into her, starting with the tip.

 

“Ah, ahh…!”

 

As the weighty tip pushed past the slick, soaked folds and forced its way inside, Dahlia couldn’t close her mouth and threw her head back, her neck glistening with sweat. 

 

A suppressed moan escaped through her parted lips.

It felt as though her body was being split in half. It was as if a massive snake was forcing its way into her, stretching her open.

 

The entrance, stretched to its limit, felt like it might tear at any moment. Hissin’s member, as hard as a leather-wrapped club, grew thicker as it pushed deeper, spreading her further apart.

“No more… hng, I can’t…”

Had her body always had such a deep crevice? 

 

Hissin’s seemingly endless length felt like it was pushing all the way to her throat. 

 

The raw, hard, and hot presence pressed heavily against her insides, overwhelming her.

Her body felt so full, almost as if she were being stuffed to the point of bursting. She even wondered if he had already pierced through to her heart.

“Phew.”

Hissin, who had pushed halfway in, exhaled a held breath. He had thought he had prepared her enough. 

 

Despite the abundance of wetness, her insides were still tight and hot.

Would it feel like this if she were covered in heated dough? No, even that wouldn’t compare. 

 

Dahlia’s inner walls clenched tightly, as if defending against the intruder who had invaded without permission.

Little did she know, that resistance only heightened the sensation.

“It hurts… it hurts too much…”

“Relax, Your Highness. If you stay this tense, I won’t be able to enter.”

As Dahlia whimpered, Hissin spoke in a gentle, soothing voice.

When she still couldn’t relax, Hissin used his thumb to rub the swollen bud between her widely spread legs.

Her sensitive body, which had just reached its peak moments ago, trembled at even the lightest touch, her hips quivering in response.

“Ngh, ah… hng, stop…!”

Dahlia sobbed and shook her head. Even at this moment, it seemed she couldn’t let go of her dignity as a princess or the solemnity she was supposed to uphold in the temple.

Stop? If only you could see your face reflected in the window right now, you’d be ashamed to even say such a thing.

Hissin, still eagerly watching the fading spots, pressed and twisted her clit firmly.

“Hng…!”

Unable to withstand the stimulation, Dahlia’s hips trembled once more. The recoil caused his member, which had been held back by her tightness, to slide smoothly inside.

As the entrance, which she thought had reached its limit, stretched even further, Dahlia gasped intermittently. 

 

From the foreplay to the insertion, the overwhelming sensations had already left her face drenched in tears.

The deeper he went, the more intense the stimulation became for Hissin as well. 

 

Letting out a low breath, he swept his hair back and momentarily pulled away. His glistening member, soaked in her arousal, slid out from between her spread folds.

The sight of the tip still caught in Dahlia’s entrance was so intensely stimulating that Hissin almost thrust back in, consequences be damned.

“Hissin… please.”

Dahlia looked up at him with tearful eyes, pleading.

“This is no different from committing a sin unforgivable in the eyes of the Goddess Nuit.”

At her words, Hissin’s lips curled into a faint smile.

“Now you say that.”

Leaning forward, he opened his mouth wide toward her chest, which had been fully exposed and heaving since earlier.

“By now, haven’t I already left too much of my mark on you?”

“Hng, ah…!”

 

Hissin bit into her chest as if devouring fruit. As he sucked strongly, her nipple was pressed hard against the roof of his mouth.

The greedy, wet sounds of his sucking made Dahlia’s back reflexively tremble.

“Be honest. Don’t you desire me too, Your Highness?”

“But… hng. I’m soon to become another man’s wife. I can’t keep doing this with you…”

The moment the words ‘another man’s wife’ left Dahlia’s lips, Hissin’s jaw tightened, and he thrust his hips upward with full force.

“Ahh!”

With the sound of the window rattling, Hissin’s member plunged deep inside her. He deliberately pushed to the hilt, as if trying to crush her insides.

Dahlia’s hand, gripping the windowsill, turned white from the strain and was scraped raw against the rough wall. 

 

Hissin took that hand, which was desperately trying to resist him, and brought it to his mouth.

As he rolled his tongue over her fingertips, a faint metallic scent lingered for a moment before the wounds healed completely.

“Am I not the only one who can truly understand your pain, Your Highness?”

“Hng, ah…”

“How could you leave me and become another man’s wife?”

Slurp—

 

Dahlia’s now-clean fingers slipped out of his mouth, wet with saliva. The obscene sight made her instinctively tighten her body.