Grant Me Your Grace

For some reason, the feeling was overwhelming, and she pulled her hand away. 

Red eyes, languidly lowered, studied Dahlia’s face leisurely.

“How are you, Your Highness?”

His voice was low and cracking, despite the calmness of his expression. 

The lust in his voice was palpable, and Dahlia’s gaze dropped to his jaw, unable to meet his eyes.

The lump in her throat made her even more dizzy.

“Now, it doesn’t hurt, I think the pain is gone, so you can stop.”

The base of her throat was still burning, but she couldn’t take any more of the stimulus he was carving into her. 

I was embarrassed by the moans that leaked out against my will.

And there was nothing worse than a Priest waking up in the middle of the night to discover that she’d been wandering around the monastery.

“Is that so?”

But Hissin looked at Dahlia’s neck with disbelief.

“I can still see a lot of red spots.”

“That… will fade naturally over time.”

Dahlia pushed away the arm around her waist. 

But instead of being pushed back, Hissin simply tightened his grip and pulled her closer.

“Then we’ll do this until the remaining spots are gone.”

“Wait…!”

Before Dahlia could stop him, he started kissing her neck again.

“Hm, ah…”

Hissin began to lick her neck, no longer so blatantly as a kiss.

Puck— 

As if there was no other reason or purpose to this act, Hissin continued to lick, suck, and devour Dahlia’s body blindly.

Dahlia clamped her hands over her mouth as the tongue teased, more ferocious than before. 

The tongue laved Dahlia’s throat more lewdly, each time a stifled moan escaped between her hands.

Hissin pulled open the robe Dahlia wore. The white silk crossed at the neck, forming a deep V that ran down to Dahlia’s collarbone.

Burying his face in the nape of her neck, he breathed in deeply. His broad shoulders rose and fell slowly, like a beast in a dark bush.

His lungs satisfyingly filled with Dahlia’s scent, and Hissin began to lower his head along the spot.

As the wetness increased, Dahlia felt an inexplicable fire burning inside her. 

The heat started deep in her lower belly and gradually spread around her, forming a large circle.

“Hmph…”

A pained sound escaped from her lips as she couldn’t stand the intense heat. 

Thirst arose, as if the fire had burned away the moisture in his body.

A longing for him to do more tugged at her heart, but she couldn’t tell herself what she wanted him to do, only that the sensations of constant contraction and expansion shook her every cell.

Nuzzling his nose against Dahlia’s collarbone and licking around it, Hissin grabbed a full, silken chest.

“Hmph!”

Dahlia moaned uncontrollably. 

The touch of Hissin’s hand on her already sensitive body caused her erect buds to be squeezed, sending a powerful jolt of pleasure through them.

The corners of Hissin’s lips curled up in response.

“Does it hurt?”

Despite the polite tone of his voice, the touch on her breast was obscene. 

Dahlia let out a shuddering gasp and leaned her head against his shoulder as he circled her stiff buds through the thin silk.

“Stop, that’s weird, it doesn’t hurt here, so please…”

“Look, Your Majesty. The red spots are disappearing wherever my hand passes.”

Covering Dahlia’s voice, Hissin whispered against her ear. 

True to his word, the red spots on her chest were fading away like diluted dye at his touch.

It was a relatively painless spot, but her lungs were right underneath it, so it was unavoidable.

“Lean in more. So that I may be of use to Your Highness.”

He spoke as if he were playing with Dahlia, even though it was Hissin who was touching her body. His face was as sublime as a knight pledging his loyalty, even as his hands cupped her breasts in a promiscuous manner that proved it.

The wicked incongruity of it all, juxtaposed with the scene she’d seen in her dream the other night, aroused her even more.

“Gift of god, please… Hmph!”

A hand pinched her plump nipple, and Dahlia shuddered and squirmed.

Narrowing her brow, Hissin cupped her voluptuous breasts, causing them to bulge.

“Hissin.”

His tongue flicked out and licked her breast over the silk.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me by name?”

“Ha…!”

Dizzying sensations fluttered against the fabric, causing him to thrash impatiently. 

Although she clutched his shoulders involuntarily, Hissin continued to tease with his tongue, only on the fabric.

Not getting what she wanted, her body twisted in agony. Unable to escape or even know what to do, Dahlia could only sob helplessly.

“Hissin, ahhh, now please…”

Her body, immune to stimulation, easily succumbed to the tongue roaming over the fabric.

As the desired words came out of Dahlia’s mouth, Hissin’s lips drew a graceful line.

“If you wish, with pleasure.”

In one swift motion, Hissin pulled down her robe and nipped at her ample breasts.

✨

A pale light crept over her closed eyelids. She could hear birds chirping in the distance.

Dahlia opened her eyes slowly. Sunlight streamed through the curtains and onto her face.

The night before, in the temple, her breasts had been suckled by the gift of god until her body was limp. 

The sensation was so vivid, so unlike anything she’d felt in her dreams, she felt as if her body were melting with heat.

Hissin licked at her breast for a long time, leaving a red trail that was different from the spots.

Despite Dahlia’s pleas that it was fine, Hissin persisted. Eventually, he found the spot that had spread to her back, and he kissed her back as well.

At least he didn’t lick her back. 

If his tongue had touched her back, which was so sensitive it could have been sauced at the slightest touch, she would have screamed.

She was hot and wet for a while, and only when the visible spots were gone did she pull away from him.

“Whew…”

Her chest tingled at the memory of the night before. 

A dull throbbing sensation between her legs made her stand up quickly. She walked to the full-length mirror. 

As she pulled down her nightgown, she saw that instead of the blood spots, her body was covered in lumpy stains. They were all Hissin’s marks.

Dahlia ran her hand slowly over the marks. Her throat didn’t hurt as she breathed in, her chest tightening. She breathed out a low sigh.

There was no denying it now. Hissin was her salvation.

For a woman drowning in a swamp that could be a curse or a noble sacrifice, a man sent by God itself.

The only salvation.

‘So, will we always be…?’

Simply holding hands won’t make the spots disappear completely. 

It took his touch, as direct and as deep as possible, to make the spots disappear.

It would be one thing to allow the spot to subside somewhat and bide its time, but her already pain-weary body craved nothing more than a quick relief.

“Why…” I muttered, but I didn’t actually shudder at the thought.

Instead, I kept thinking.

A woman was taught that giving her body to a man who was not her husband was the most impious thing a woman could do. 

It was offensive, shameful, and punishable by God.

But when I experienced it, a man’s touch was so gentle and warm. I felt like someone wanted me and that I was being cherished.

Of course, it was a little scary when the unfamiliar sensations were poking their way into my body, but I was also curious about the unknown.

Most of all, I didn’t hate it because it was a Hissin. 

The more the mysterious and beautiful man’s impressions intensified, the more Dahlia wanted him.

The careful touch was good. I liked his soft lips, and I liked the way his tongue licked every inch of my body, never finding anything unclean.

Above all, I loved the obedient gaze that was directed solely at me. Eyes that didn’t find the spots ugly. 

Eyes that fiercely desired her.

For that moment, she became something unique to him, and she felt like she was no longer the princess, no longer the owner of the divine blood, but simply Dahlia.

“…I want to see you again.”

Dahlia covered her mouth with her hand in surprise at the words she muttered.

Even though she didn’t mean it, it sounded like she wanted to do it again, after committing such a lewd act in the temple.

I wonder if the goddess will be angry. Her eyes drifted down to the desert floor, like darkness hiding from the light.

Slowly, I could feel my eyes closing as my inner thoughts sank deeper and deeper.