Grant me Your Grace Chapter 58

Hissin ran his tongue roughly over the dried, flaking skin on Dahlia’s lips. 

 

The parched flesh yielded to his wet tongue, pushed back and forth until her lips were thoroughly slick with saliva. 

 

Just as they were fully drenched, he bit down hard.

 

Alternating between her lips, Hissin tugged at her plump lower one, sucking fiercely before scraping it with his teeth. 

 

A faint, sweet breath escaped through the slight part of her mouth.

 

Without hesitation, Hissin pushed his tongue into that opening. As he ravaged the inside, her sugary saliva flowed into him like a spring.

 

Tilting his head, her delicate jaw fell open wider.

 

“Hmm…”

 

He recklessly explored the expanded space. 

 

Whether from breathlessness or the pain of her body pressed against the iron bars, a fragile moan vibrated in her throat.

 

Hissin slid his hand down and gripped the soft flesh of her chest, crushed against the cold bars.

 

“Nngh…”

 

He kneaded the plump swell filling his palm, teasing the perked bud straining against the fabric—maddeningly tickling his skin.

 

His thirst was unbearable, his throat parched, but now was not yet the time to quench it. He circled her nipple beneath his palm. 

 

As he tightened his grip on her twisting waist, Dahlia’s breaths came in ragged bursts. Her brows furrowed, hovering between pain and pleasure.

 

“Ack—!”

 

Without warning, Hissin yanked down the V-neck of her dress and pressed his lips to the exposed skin. The heaving flesh bore the flushed hue of ripe apples. 

 

Opening his mouth wide, he sank his teeth into the plump fruit.

 

“Ha— ngh…!”

 

Wherever his tongue passed, red skin peeled away, revealing tender white flesh beneath. 

 

Licking and savoring the glossy saliva like sweet fruit juice, Hissin drowned in Dahlia’s honeyed moans.  

 

No matter how much he licked, her pink nipples remained vivid, so he bit down firmly.  

 

“Hngk!”  

 

Her slender neck arched back, pale and vulnerable. 

 

Satisfied by the sight of her—like a helpless deer ravaged by a beast—Hissin sucked hard on her swollen flesh, drawing wet, lewd sounds. 

 

As his tongue flicked rapidly, her waist, held tightly in his grasp, arched like a bow.  

 

Once his vision cleared from the haze of red, Hissin slid his hand up Dahlia’s smooth leg, pushing her skirt up. Her thighs instinctively clenched, but he gripped them and pulled them apart. Her swollen nib pressed against the fabric in a provocative shape, strained against the barrier.  

 

“Hh…!”  

 

When he brushed his palm over it, damp heat greeted him. Burying his face between her sweetly scented breasts, Hissin laughed hotly.  

 

“Already this wet, Your Highness?”  

 

“Don’t… hngh… say such things.”  

 

“Even now, after coming this far, you still can’t be honest?”  

 

“Ah!”  

 

Hissin circled his fingers over her damp underwear. Beneath the soaked fabric, her swollen clit shifted with each teasing motion.  

 

As the intensity grew, Dahlia could no longer hold back her moans. Her desperate resistance only fueled his mischief, and with a swift tug, Hissin pulled her underwear down and plunged his fingers into her slick entrance.  

 

“Hak…!”  

 

As he stirred deeply, her entrance became so wet that slick fluids began to trickle out. 

 

Smearing the slippery moisture dripping down his hand onto her small clit, Hissin pushed another finger inside.  

 

“Ah, w-wait. It’s still… Ah!”  

 

Dahlia, gripping the iron bars, writhed. 

 

But her pleas only fueled his lust further, and once he had three fingers inside, he began ruthlessly rubbing her walls.  

 

Squelch, squelch!

 

The swollen, throbbing flesh was scraped relentlessly, mingling the wet sounds with Dahlia’s choked sobs.  

 

Growing numb with the sensation of being split open, Hissin gritted his teeth and quickened his movements.  

 

“Haa, agh, ahhh…!”  

 

Unable to endure the relentless stimulation, Dahlia’s body finally shuddered violently. 

 

Holding her close as she twitched intermittently, Hissin slowly pulled his hand out.  

 

Drip—the fluids pooled in his palm spilled over, trickling down her smooth thighs. After kneading her thigh gently, Hissin licked his drenched hand clean.  

 

“Now that foreplay is over…”  

 

With one hand, he tore his top into thin strips, wrapping them around two iron bars. Finally stripped completely bare, he gazed down at Dahlia with crimson eyes.  

 

“Pour out your suffering upon me to your heart’s content.”  

 

Dahlia’s eyes wavered at the sight of his menacing, throbbing member.  

 

When she had first taken a man in the temple, she had been lying beneath the statue of the god and hadn’t gotten a good look.  

 

But something this large had entered her body? 

 

Perhaps that sensation of being split in half hadn’t been an illusion after all.  

 

As thick as a child’s forearm, the rigid pillar swayed rhythmically with each heartbeat. The dizzying movement made Dahlia’s head spin.  

 

“Ah…!”

 

In an instant, her body flipped, and her vision shifted. The cold, hard touch of metal against her back sent shivers down her spine.  

 

“Today will hurt less than last time.”  

 

Hissin whispered into her ear as he stroked his length up and down a few times. Then, lifting her skirt, he pressed himself between Dahlia’s rounded buttocks.  

 

The scorching heat against her already slick entrance made Dahlia’s back stiffen. Hissin trailed his hand along her elegantly curved spine before pulling her hips closer.  

 

“Haang…”  

 

Finally, the blunt tip began to push into her.  

 

As Hissin had said, it wasn’t as painful as the first time, but his size was still overwhelming. 

 

Perhaps it was because she had seen it with her own eyes—or maybe because she already knew the unfamiliar, violent pleasure that would follow.  

 

“Whew…”  

 

Hissin buried his lips against the nape of her neck and exhaled a hot breath. 

 

Even though only the tip had entered, all her nerves felt drawn downward, as if being pulled out from within.  

 

Grasping her soft, pliant breasts, he caressed them gently while rocking his hips shallowly. As the slickened tip slid deeper, the wet, sticky sounds grew louder.  

 

Hissin pressed his lips to Dahlia’s ear and whispered lowly,  

 

“Your Highness, your insides are so hot… I feel like I might melt.”  

 

“Nnoh…”  

 

A breath brushed against her ear, making Dahlia tremble. That faint quiver allowed his swollen length to push in a little further. 

 

Instead of thrusting deeper, Hissin pulled back slightly, rubbing the tip against her entrance.  

 

Princess Dahlia Baran’s body seemed to tremble on the edge of movement, as if struggling with hesitation. Her soft, delicate flesh began to cling tightly to his rounded head, as if urging him to enter. 

 

A greedy impulse surged strongly within him, desperate to indulge.  

 

“Hah…!”  

 

Hissin gripped Dahlia’s hips without hesitation and thrust into her. The moment he entered her fully, an intense pleasure struck his spine, ringing through his mind.  

 

“Hng, ahh…!”  

 

Dahlia let out a pained whimper as her tight entrance stretched to its limit. 

 

Even without looking, he could imagine the transparent tears streaming down her cheeks. That very thought made his erection swell even more. The sound of her gasping for breath was unbearably adorable.  

 

Hissin slowly pulled back before driving into her again with force.  

 

“Hah—!”  

 

Clang!

 

The iron chains wrapped in fabric let out a sharp metallic sound. A shrill cry, much like it, echoed deeply through the narrow cavern.  

 

From a distance, it might have sounded like the wails of a prisoner being tortured. Perhaps for a noble princess, there was no humiliation more shameful than this—making it no different at all.  

 

Clang!

 

Another lewd moan burst from the noble princess’s lips. 

 

Every time he lifted her hips, her helpless sobs stirred a strange sense of sadistic pleasure in him.  

 

Suppressing the burning desire clouding his mind, Hissin moved slowly this time. The wet, slick sounds blended with her fragile moans, sweetly caressing his ears.  

 

He raised Dahlia’s weak, flailing arms above her head and made her grip the iron chains. 

 

Clutching them desperately, like a branch jutting out from a cliff, she held on for dear life.  

 

“Hahh…!”  

 

Taking advantage of her loosened flesh, he thrust in more roughly than before. The hands barely gripping the iron bars slipped down with a shudder from the impact.  

 

“You shouldn’t collapse already.”  

 

Hissin clasped his slender arms around the iron bars as well. 

 

As he kneaded her hidden chest beneath the raised hem of her clothes, Dahlia twisted her body.  

 

“Lift your hips higher. That way, I can reach deeper, can’t I?”  

 

“Ah—ack!”  

 

With a rough yank on her hips, the half-slipped-out shaft plunged back inside her. She could vividly feel each fold of her walls tightly scraping against his length.  

 

Her swollen flesh, aroused and eager, clenched around him relentlessly, as if it were sucking him in deeper rather than him pushing into her.  

 

‘Gonna bite it right off.’

 

Cursing inwardly, Hissin examined Dahlia’s body. With each movement of his hips, the remaining red marks on her skin faded away in clusters.  

 

Hissin licked her earlobe and murmured in a low voice, “The red marks are disappearing, Your Highness.”  

 

“Hng, ah, ahh—hng…!”  

 

Over his calm voice, Dahlia’s wet moans spilled out. 

 

Overwhelmed by the pleasure, she couldn’t even form a proper response.  

 

Feeling a twinge of pity as she struggled to suppress her moans, he slowed his pace—only for Dahlia to pant with heated breaths.  

 

Ironically, her inner walls gnawed at him, urging him to move faster.