Grant Me Your Grace

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A hand swept up my leg.

Gently caressing her smoothly outstretched leg as if she were handling fragile glass, the hand rose like a stealthy mist over her thin nightgown.

“Mmm…”

Dahlia let out a languid breath as she was awakened by a hand gently squeezing her well-fleshed thigh. With her eyes closed, she was conscious of finding herself in a familiar room, lying upright on a large bed.

She wondered if the maids were giving her a massage if perhaps they had seen her run back from the temple in a state of contemplation, or if maybe Bertha was worried about her.

The hands slid up her thighs and encircled her pelvis, the slow touch of the fingers rubbing the rounded buttocks that curved to the side, gentle but somehow insistent.

“Hmm…”

I twisted my hips slightly, feeling a tickling sensation with each brush of my pelvic bone. 

Knowing my body’s sensitivity to touch, the hand quickly moved away from my pelvis.

Moving up to her slim waist, the hands began to roam over her stomach, which was lean and flat. It sweeps down the curves of her sides, rubs her concave lower belly, and traces slow circles with fingertips under her navel.

An unfamiliar touch that made her legs tingle unnecessarily, not quite a massage.

Not-so-bad goosebumps sprouted like fluff over her white flesh.

“Ha…”

As the hand moved, an unknown heat rushed to one place. Somewhere deep in her lower abdomen felt like it was getting hotter by the second. 

More precisely, a little lower than her navel, a secret area that even Dahlia’s hands had never touched.

With a low groan, Dahlia slowly lifted her heavy eyelids.

The room was pitch black, and beyond her blurry vision, she could see the unfamiliar figure of a man.

“…Hissin?”

His soft hair fell over his forehead, and he stared down at her with eyes that glowed brightly in the darkness.

She wondered how he had gotten up to her bedroom when no one was supposed to be allowed in the Princess Palace.

“How did you get here…”

But Dahlia’s question was cut off before she could finish. An unfamiliar sensation coursed through her as Hissin moved his hand again.

Something felt deeply amiss, even though he was merely caressing her stomach. Her legs curled around her stomach, her back twisted, and it felt like hot water was filling the places she was too embarrassed to speak.

My breath hitched uncontrollably, and sobs escaped my lips unbidden.

“Stop… Hmph, don’t.”

She wanted to raise her arms to restrain him, but somehow her body felt as heavy as soaked cotton, unable to move at will.

Hissin grabbed both her arms with one hand and pinned them above her head.

The restraints were too tight.

Meanwhile, her body grew more heated. Dahlia groaned as a sensation she couldn’t tell if it was tickling or something else blossomed wherever Hissin’s hand passed.

“Ha… ah!”

The next moment, Hissin’s hand was on Dahlia’s exposed chest, which was now free of her nightgown. The mounds rose and squeezed tightly, overflowing into his large hand. The soft flesh peeked out from between his long, straight fingers as he squeezed them.

Hissin began to fondle her chest in the same way he had caressed Dahlia’s stomach earlier. 

Unlike her flat stomach, the firm, plump chest changed shape as his hands moved over it.

An indescribable sensation ran through her body as the firm flesh played in his hands.

“What are you doing, hmph, stop…”

No matter how much she pleaded, Hissin wouldn’t let go of her. Instead, he grabbed both chests alternately and kneaded them as if he were kneading flour. It was an innocent touch, like a child playing in the dirt, but very instinctive and unrestrained.

At the same time, it felt dangerously precarious.

Frightened by the oddity of the situation, I wanted to scream, but my throat was as weak as the arms that held me. At best, I could manage a muffled, pleading voice.

“It’s weird, please stop…”

Dahlia shook her head, her eyes red.

“Hmph!”

Hissin leaned down and took a bite of her pink, swollen breast, along with the surrounding area, and swallowed it whole, his red tongue darting out from between his lips to lick the tiny nub of flesh that protruded.

“Mmm!”

Dahlia shuddered violently at the intense stimulation, unlike anything she’d ever felt from a caress. His strong arms slipped under her curvaceous waist.

A thick tongue flicked against each vulnerable bud, sending tingles of lascivious sensation through her body.

“Hmph, mmm… ahhh!”

A moan erupted from her lips, unwillingly, against the other tickling sensations.

Worried that the sound might leak out the door and be heard by the maids, Dahlia clamped her mouth shut, but the relentless pursuit of Hisssin’s tongue across her chest forced her to let out a pained cry of surrender.

“Oh, dear god. Please stop, hmm…!”

Dahlia pleaded fervently. But her pleas did nothing to stop Hissin’s plunging tongue.

If anything, the anguished voice turned him on even more, and he grabbed the large mounds, making the buds more prominent. Then he licked the backs of the nubs and began sucking on them like a nectar-fed infant.

He suckled like a newborn baby suckling at its mother’s milk, and then he extended his tongue to lick up to each tender bud and the surrounding area.

He would nibble on the tiny morsels of flesh with his teeth, causing a catlike purr to escape his throat.

A situation that has never been experienced before.

A stranger molesting a body that hasn’t even been married yet should be frightening.

“Hmph… ugh… ahh…!”

The more Hissin kneaded her body and sucked on her chest, the more her mind went numb, and she couldn’t think of anything else.

She felt her body heat up, her breathing quicken, the embers burning.

The secret place swelled, hot and swollen, as if it were on fire. The legs began to tremble.

She didn’t know the man, but she knew this one instinctively.

“Ah, Hissin… humph!”

Nothing could relieve this strange, unfamiliar sensation but this man, who was now ravenously sucking on my chest.

My once white and immaculate chest was now red and glistening with fluids. Hissin, who had been soothingly licking my swollen breasts while trying to hold myself upright, now a bit down hard enough to inhale them as if he were going to bite them off.

It was an area barely larger than the palm of her hand at best. Dahlia felt as if her entire body was being swallowed whole by Hissin’s mouth.

A man revered as a gift from the gods. 

The man who has become the master of the Temple of Bahran.

The thought of this holy, sacred gift of the gods sneaking into the Princess’s chamber and succumbing to the pleasure of a woman’s bosom without anyone’s knowledge made Dahlia feel ambivalent between shock and elation.

Dahlia was deeply appalled that she had not pushed Hissin away but had instead found herself baring herself to him.

“Your Highness.”

“Hmph…”

“My Dahlia.”

“Mmm…!”

Whether it was the tongue that pressed firmly on my peak or the affectionate voice that called my name, my body shuddered against my will, and my lower abdomen contracted violently.

Hissin glanced up and saw Dahlia gasping for breath. His red eyes, once beautiful in the moonlight, were now burning with lust.

“Your body exudes the scent of figs.”

“…”

“It’s so sweet it makes my throat ache, and I want to chew and swallow you whole.”

The voice, low and cracked with excitement, echoed through their interlocking bodies, and Dahlia shivered at the words of her dominant, who was as commanding as the weight that weighed her down. 

Something heavy and hot was making its presence felt strongly through their interlocking lower bodies.

Burying his face in Dahlia’s voluptuous chest, Hissin reared his tongue again and began to explore her. He slurped up the white flesh like a cat, then slowly dipped his head down to concentrate on Dahlia’s left mound.

Slurp, slurp—

Suck, suck—

The sound of flesh licking was blatantly deafening in the dark silence. It was even harder to bear than when he’d been touching her explicitly.

Whenever Hissin’s probing tongue passed near her heart, the pain in her chest worsened.

“Hmph… Ugh!”

Even as her body contracted erratically, as if someone were clutching her tightly, Dahlia shook her head with reddened eyes as the pain and pleasure mingled.

“Ah, stop, it hurts so much, ahhh…”

Hissin continued to nibble at her chest, more rapidly. The pain in her heart and the irritation in her thighs intensified, causing Dahlia’s moans to rise. Involuntarily, Dahlia wriggled around, pressing her lower body against his.

As if she wanted him to do something to her.

Her arms had long since been released, but she couldn’t even pull away from Hissin’s tight embrace around her waist.

“Aaah, argh. Please, hmm, stop. Hmph…!”

Dahlia’s head whipped up at the sensation of being pushed to the limit. Hissin, who was watching the spectacle in disbelief, took her hand that was clutching the bedsheets.

“Your Highness.”

Pressing his lips to the back of her hand, he glared fiercely with blazing crimson eyes. 

Clenching her eyes tightly shut, Dahlia felt a pillar of heat pressed against her already-soaked bottoms.

Instinctively sensing the threat, she tried to push him away with all her might.

“Please, grant me grace.”

“Ugh!”

The intense sensation pierced between her legs and through the core of her heart at the same time, and Dahlia lost consciousness.