Grant me Your Grace Chapter 43

Hissin paused for a moment, then slowly pushed deeper inside. 

 

By now, her inner walls seemed to have adjusted to his shape, allowing him to enter more easily than before, though they still clung tightly to him.

 

Hissin resisted the urge to thrust roughly and instead gently brushed Dahlia’s disheveled hair behind her ear.

 

“Your Highness. Your body is swallowing me so deliciously.”

 

“Hng, don’t… say such things… Ahh!”

 

Her breathy moans, mixed with a nasal tone, dripped like honey into his ears. 

 

Unlike her inner walls, which had adjusted, it seemed she herself still needed more time to acclimate.

 

It wasn’t just her—every time the thick pillar of flesh scraped against her walls, Dahlia felt as though her mind was turning to white ash.

 

No matter how much she trembled or shook her head from side to side, there was no escape from this maddening stimulation. 

 

In fact, the more she tried to pull away, the more Hissin mischievously thrust deeper, only increasing her torment.

 

As Dahlia tightly shut her eyes, Hissin gripped her chin.

 

“Open your eyes, Your Highness.”

 

When she still refused, Hissin punished her with a sharp, loud thrust. 

 

At the same time, his balls slapped against her plump buttocks, producing a lewd sound. The intense pressure, as if pushing up to her very core, forced Dahlia to look up at him with reddened eyes.

 

“Look. See how tightly your body is gripping me, refusing to let go.”

 

Hissin pressed her chin down, forcing her to look. 

 

Below, his fully soaked member, glistening to the tip, pushed back inside her.

 

“Haa… Ahh!”

 

She could feel the thick veins on his shaft scraping against her inner walls. The dull, spreading sensation deep within made Dahlia sob, her mouth half-open.

 

“With such a lewd body, do you still intend to leave me?”

 

Hissin, buried deep inside, began to move his hips in small circles. His deep voice grew rougher with each motion.

 

“Your body has adjusted so perfectly to me—how could you?”

 

“Hng, ahh…! Ahh!”

 

The wet, squelching sounds of their bodies rubbing together mixed with her moans. 

 

The unfamiliar noise clung to her ears, making her want to close her mouth, but the lewd, sticky sounds only grew louder, filling her eardrums.

 

As he had said, the deeper they connected, the faster the red spots disappeared. 

 

The once-ugly red marks that had covered her navel and lower body were now almost entirely gone.

 

The pain had long since been forgotten. 

 

Was it because of the strange pleasure Hissin was carving into her? Or perhaps the stimulation was so intense that any remaining pain simply couldn’t be felt.

 

Either way, Dahlia was overwhelmed by the searing pleasure.

 

“Now, now they’re all gone… Hng…! Please, stop…”

 

“Lies again. Your body is still craving me so desperately.”

 

“Ahh!”

 

Hissin thrust into her forcefully once more. 

 

The wet, clinging flesh tightened around his shaft. Unlike the innocent princess’s mind, her body seemed to have learned the pleasures of intimacy from his touch.

 

“Didn’t you say you wanted to comfort me?”

 

“Ngh, ah…! This isn’t… what I wanted… Hng! Ah…!”

 

“Remember this.”

 

Hissin brought his lips close to Dahlia’s earlobe.

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Ah, Hissin! Ahhh…!”

The moment Dahlia’s voice, consumed by pleasure, filled his ears, Hissin gripped her waist and began thrusting rapidly. Her body was pushed back repeatedly by the violent thrusts that ravaged her insides. 

 

The window pressed against her pale back rattled harshly.

As her body shook, her hand brushed against a Levithia pot placed at the edge of the windowsill. 

 

With a clattering sound, the pot teetered dangerously close to the edge.

Startled by the sharp noise, even amidst the rattling window, Dahlia quickly clung to Hissin’s neck.

“Such a good girl.”

“Ngh, hng…! Ahhh!”

Satisfied with their tightly connected bodies, Hissin poured out his heat even more roughly. The deeper he went, the more his member pressed against the very end of her womb.

Dahlia felt as though her brain was melting, her entire body turning into liquid under the savage thrusts of his member.

 

The slick fluid that had been flowing down had long since thickened into a sticky consistency due to the rapid, repetitive piston-like motion. Her inner walls, clinging to his thick shaft like glue, repeatedly squelched and rubbed against him.

As the friction heat intensified, the sensations overwhelming Dahlia began to concentrate in one place. 

 

The tightly coiled pleasure at the spot where his tip struck was swollen to the point of bursting.

“Ah, ah, Hissin! Hng, please…!”

The moment Dahlia, unable to withstand the expanding heat, dug her nails into Hissin’s shoulders—

“Ah, ahhh, ahhh…!”

Her body finally convulsed as she reached another climax. 

 

At the same time, Hissin’s body swelled, and he released something in heavy, pulsing waves.

The two held each other tightly, feeling their intertwined bodies clench and release in unison. Rough breaths replaced the dizzying moans.

“Hng… Ah…”

As Hissin pulled away, the copious fluids that had soaked the windowsill dripped down to the floor.

Hissin, unsure whether it was sweat or bodily fluids, wrapped his hand around Dahlia’s leg and checked below. Her smooth, unblemished skin, now free of spots, twitched prettily in response to him.

Enough to make him want to plunge back in and ravage her again.

Hissin slowly swept his hand-over Dahlia’s perineum, now a mix of fluids and sweat. The entrance, still not fully closed, contracted strongly in response to his touch. 

 

A faint trace of lingering pleasure made Dahlia’s neck tremble.

“Why did you deny it so much when you were going to end up using me like this anyway?”

Hissin, with a faint smile, brought his sticky hand to his mouth and sucked the fluids clean. 

 

The liquid clinging to his fingers disappeared into his rounded lips.
Dahlia, her eyes twisted in shame and embarrassment, tried to pull away. 

 

But whether it was from keeping her legs spread for so long or Hissin’s brutal force, her body refused to cooperate.

“Stay here for a moment. You might hurt yourself if you try to get down.”

Hissin sat Dahlia on the windowsill and walked off somewhere. 

 

Watching him, she saw him retrieve a dry cloth from somewhere and soak it in the holy water placed at the center of the shrine. Hissin brought a damp towel dripping with holy water and began to wipe Dahlia’s lower body.

“Hissin, what are you doing…!”

“Stay still. You can’t return to the palace in this state, can you?”

Speaking softly, as if soothing a child, Hissin meticulously cleaned not only her intimate area but also her buttocks and thighs.

First, they had consummated their relationship in the temple, and now he was wiping away the evidence with holy water. Dahlia was at a loss for words at such an outrageous act.

But she was too exhausted to stop him. Moreover, with the curse marks gone, her body felt heavy and relaxed. The lingering effects of their intimacy made it difficult to even move a finger.

They say that when people go through something overwhelming, their minds shut down. 

 

Dahlia simply watched Hissin, breathing heavily, as he tended to her.

After carefully wiping every part of her body, Hissin lifted Dahlia and set her down by the window. 

 

When her feet touched the floor, a dull pain, different from the curse’s agony, spread below her navel, and she stifled a small moan.

This pain was undoubtedly from their coupling.

“Does it hurt?”

Hissin asked softly. It was unclear whether he was referring to the curse marks or the pain from their intimacy.

Perhaps he was teasing her, knowing full well it was the latter. After all, he had clearly seen that the curse marks had completely disappeared from her body.

Instead of answering, Dahlia pulled away from his arms and turned her body away.

Before coming here, she had only felt pity for Hissin. But now, the image of the man who had violently lifted her hips and her own shameless cries kept resurfacing, making her emotions increasingly complicated.

Was it resentment? Shame?

Or was it her last shred of pride and dignity as a princess trying to deny the sinful pleasure she had indulged in?

Unable to explain her feelings, she simply wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

Hissin watched her for a moment, then picked up the robe that had been carelessly tossed on the floor. He shook it out in the air a few times, and specks of dust and ash fell away.

“The night is cold.”

Hissin walked over to Dahlia and draped the robe over her shoulders. Seeing her tightly pursed lips, he felt the urge to suck on them until they swelled.

But unfortunately, dawn was approaching. He had to return her safely to the princess’s quarters before the priests awoke.

His hand, firmly gripping hers, moved down her arm until their hands were clasped. He lifted her hand and pressed a reverent kiss to the back of it.

Then, as if adding another taboo to the many they had already broken today, he spoke.

“Grant me your grace, Your Highness.”

Caught off guard by the sudden reverence, Dahlia flinched and pulled her hand away. Her trembling amber eyes reflected a reproachful question, ‘How far will you push me off the edge?’

“I told you not to, I told you so many times…!”

The rims of her eyes turned red. Tears finally spilled over, wetting her cheeks.

“I’ll never… come to you again. Never again.”