Grant me Your Grace Chapter 68

“Damn it, you scared me! Who left a sandbag lying around here?”

 

A guard grumbled in a startled voice.

 

“I told the new guy to mark the empty cells earlier, and this is how he does it.”

 

“That idiot. If he was gonna mark them, he should’ve done it properly—nearly gave me a heart attack. Can’t do a single thing right.”

 

Soon after, the distant sound of an iron door opening was followed by a loud clatter. The repeated noise faded away again, accompanied by the irritable curses of the guard.

 

Dahlia trembled, still overwhelmed by the lingering intensity, forcing herself to suppress her moans. 

 

Hissin, who had been silently feeling the tight grip around him, suddenly lifted her waist with a thud once the surroundings quieted again.

 

“Hng…!”

 

“You can make noise now. The guards are all gone.”

 

But Dahlia stubbornly refused to open her mouth. She wasn’t just worried about the guards returning—it had belatedly occurred to her that her sounds might be heard by prisoners in other cells.

 

The thought that someone might hear these lewd noises made unbearable shame wash over her.

 

“Now… now stop…”

 

“I’m not done yet.”

 

Hissin didn’t give her time to dwell on the shame.

 

“Then let me hear you, Your Highness.”

 

He thrust deep, pulling a sound from Dahlia as he withdrew. 

 

But Dahlia was just as stubborn—she shook her head, even though it was invisible in the dark, stifling her ragged breaths.

 

Tsk. Hissin clicked his tongue and stopped moving.

 

“Do you really need to be made to cry before you’re satisfied?”

 

Just as Dahlia raised her head at his meaningful words—

 

“Hup—!”

 

The moment his cock slipped out, her hips jerked in surprise, only for her body to be flipped over in an instant. 

 

Pressed against the bars, she could feel her pussy twitching like a goldfish gasping for food between her pinned cheeks.

 

“I wonder just how long Your Highness can hold out.”

 

“Ack…”

 

Hissin let out a low, twisted laugh, instantly piercing through her. 

 

A body that had already reached its peak once was met with intense pleasure again as the heat inside stirred relentlessly. 

 

From Dahlia’s parted lips, suppressed moans escaped, and saliva trickled down in thick strands.

 

As if his earlier movements had been merciful, Hissin now ravaged her without restraint. Each time his swollen, throbbing member ruthlessly scraped against her fragile inner walls, an overwhelming, almost torturous pleasure surged through her. 

 

The clanging of iron bars and the lewd, wet slaps of flesh echoed throughout the cave, drowning out even the sounds she wished to hide behind her moans.

 

Her heightened senses burned like fire, consuming her from below, and her body, having forgotten its previous climax, soared toward another peak. 

 

The raw, unrestrained movements sent Dahlia plummeting into an abyss of ecstasy in an instant.

 

“Nh… ah, ah… aah! Aaah!”

 

Her moans burst forth at last, lewdly echoing through the cavern once more. At that moment, Hissin’s cock, buried deep inside her, swelled even larger.

 

“Ungh.”

 

Hissin, gripping Dahlia tightly, let out a stifled groan. 

 

As if trying to carve himself into her deepest part one last time, he held her close enough to crush her.

 

Hot breath spilled over the back of her neck. 

 

Dahlia, already drained of strength to the point of exhaustion, could barely stand. Had it not been for Hissin’s arm supporting her, she would have collapsed right then.

 

Hissin pressed his lips to her ear.

 

“Should’ve just screamed. Why bother holding back?”

 

His rough, broken voice mocked her, yet there was none of the usual sneering tone. Instead, it carried an almost affectionate note, as if amused by her feeble resistance.

 

“Hold on.”

 

Hissin guided her hand to grip the iron bars. Then, with one arm supporting her, he brought his other hand down between her legs.

 

“What… now?!”

 

Before she could protest, Hissin covered her soaked, messy folds. Then, he pushed his middle finger deep inside her entrance.

 

“Haaah…”

 

Dahlia, already on edge, trembled at the touch of fingers grazing her walls. 

 

For a moment, her legs gave way, and she lost her balance, but thankfully, Hissin’s other arm caught her waist, preventing her from falling.

 

The fingers curling inside stirred deeply, and the swollen flesh convulsed, releasing the stored-up semen. 

 

A thick trickle ran down her thigh, pooling around her ankle.

 

Hissin withdrew his wet fingers and lowered himself. As he gently touched her left ankle, the slick, lukewarm fluid spread wide. 

 

At the same time, the last remnants of pain in her ankle vanished as if washed away.

 

Slowly releasing her ankle, Hissin moved away somewhere. Tap, tap. After a few clicks of stone striking stone, a small flame flickered to life.

 

He had lit the candle Dahlia had brought with her.

 

“Go back. Dawn will break soon.”

 

Had the candle rolled inside during their frenzied coupling? 

 

It was strange enough that she had even heard the sound of it falling amid the intense lovemaking, but what was more astonishing was that he had recognized it as a candle in the pitch-black darkness and retrieved it.

 

But her mind, melted into a daze, was too exhausted to even form a simple question. 

 

Having reached climax twice in a row in the man’s arms, her body felt entirely filled with thick, sticky jam.

 

Hissin adjusted Dahlia’s clothes and placed the candle in her hand himself. His fingers, brushing back her disheveled hair, were incredibly tender.

 

“Earlier, what you said—did you mean it?”

 

Her dazed eyes, fixed on the candlelight, slowly shifted to Hissin’s face. 

 

Gone was the mocking expression that had shamed her—instead, he faced her with solemn calm.

 

“That the blood price need not disappear.”

 

Hissin’s pupils flickered like flames. 

 

If she were to be pulled endlessly into that deep crimson abyss, would he too feel the same as I do?

 

Even after enduring such torment, she still refuses to let go of these feelings. Perhaps this, too, is the punishment of the Nuit goddess upon her.

Dahlia smiled bitterly to herself as she pushed her own emotions into the depths of his gaze.

 

“I like you.”

 

The confession she couldn’t finish earlier.

 

“I think… I’ve fallen in love with you.”

 

“…”

 

“Even if this is an unforgivable sin.”

 

Tears welled up in Dahlia’s eyes. She knew this treacherous heart of hers was wrong, yet she could no longer turn away. 

 

No—she didn’t want to.

The first man who saw her for who she truly was, who showed her a new world beyond this stifling reality. The man who taught her, who had only ever lived for today, what tomorrow could be.

Whether a gift from the gods or not, Hissin was irreplaceable to her.

 

“So just hold on a little longer. I’ll find a way to save you, no matter what.”

 

Dahlia cupped Hissin’s cheek. 

 

The man gazed at her with an unreadable expression before bowing his head and pressing his lips to hers. 

 

Not a kiss of passion, but one meant only to share warmth.

 

When their lips parted, Hissin gently wiped her tear-streaked face. Then he covered her hand, still resting on his cheek, with his own and caressed her palm.

 

The calluses on his thumb brushed against her skin one by one.

 

“Please return safely.”

 

Instead of saying more, Hissin, who had been anxiously stroking her hand, could only express his concern for her well-being.

 

Was he thinking this was just another empty promise from a foolish princess? Or perhaps he knew it was impossible but chose to say nothing to protect her heart.

 

But Dahlia was sincere. 

 

No, not just in her heart—she had already formulated a plan in her mind and was ready to act. She would waste no more time. She would use every possible means to save the Baran Kingdom and its people from Saltar.

Hissin, my pitiful savior, you too.

 

“Be careful too. …Don’t get hurt.”

 

Hissin’s lips curled faintly. In this underground prison, where nothing but torture awaited, avoiding injury was harder than escaping. 

 

Yet, for Dahlia’s sake, he nodded.

 

Dahlia, draped in her robe, glanced back several times before vanishing with the light. 

 

As the sound of her small footsteps faded, the surroundings sank into silence.

 

Hissin quietly gazed in the direction where Dahlia had disappeared. His eyes, capable of seeing even in darkness, could trace the rough cave walls but not pierce beyond them.

 

Following the lingering traces of Dahlia—her scent and warmth—until the very end, Hissin slowly closed his eyes.

 

[Hey, wake up. Hey…!]

 

From a distant place, a girl’s voice echoed. Like a fading ripple, the voice soon became clear, as if speaking right beside his ear.

 

Guided by that voice, Hissin slowly pushed open his heavy eyelids. In the darkness deeper than night, fragments of his past flickered.

 

A girl. 

 

A girl with an innocent face, untouched by the world’s corruption. Her eyes, which had never witnessed the filth and darkness of the world, gazed at him with pure pity and compassion.

 

[I’m glad…]

 

Even as her body became covered in red blotches, she smiled in relief.

 

It was Dahlia, from his childhood.