Grant Me Your Grace

An unbearable, lustful heat burrowed between her legs. 

An unbearable tickle ran up her inner thighs and began to cluster hotly below her navel.

“Ha…”

Dahlia gasped as he gripped her rounded buttocks.

She should push him off her right now, should scream and summon the priests to stop this despicable act.

The fever that boiled in her stomach seemed to eat away at her reason, and her mind was confused, her weak body clinging to Hissin as if she were dangling.

Her tongue, which had been busy seeking escape, had already been captured by him and was being sucked in and out of her mouth, and her back was stretched tightly by his roving hands.

The hands that had been alternately caressing her shapely legs and her nicely rounded hips slid up her trim waist and cupped her ample breasts.

“Hmph!”

Dahlia moaned at the exhilarating sensation that drained every ounce of strength from her body. 

She wanted to run away, anywhere, but the statue of the goddess behind her pinned her down.

“Ha, ahh…”

Her breasts, heaving above her clothes, throbbed in his hands. 

Each erect nipple brushed against his palm, sending a tingling sensation down her stomach.

As his lips pressed against Dahlia’s neck, Hissin gradually lowered his head. 

Red eyes flared with lust at the sight of a vivid nipple rising above the linen.

Dahlia shook her head, her eyes watering with heat.

“Oh, Hissin. Please don’t do this… the goddess will be wrathful.”

“We’re not the ones the goddess should be angry with.”

Hissin lifted his eyes and looked at Dahlia, a look on his face as if he knew everything that had happened to her.

And who was causing her so much pain.

“Hissin, please…”

As if he couldn’t hear her plea, he stuck his tongue out and licked her nipple, which stood out like a sore thumb.

“Hmph!”

It was only the slightest flick of his tongue over the fabric, but her sensitive body shuddered and arched at the contact.

As if to tease her further, Hissin grabbed her chest from underneath and teased his tongue over the tighter fabric.

“Ha, ah, ahhh…”

Dahlia couldn’t help but moan as his tongue flicked against each of her sensitive nubs pressed hard beneath the fabric. Tingling sensations spread through her body, making her toes tremble.

Flick, flick. The sound of his tongue against the fabric seemed to be right next to her ear, making her head spin.

Her soul drained from her udder, which was smaller than a fingernail at best. 

Every time Hissin licked and sucked hotly on that tiny bit of flesh, her body crumbled.

If she let go of him now, she felt as if she would fall to her death.

A bottomless abyss, never to be ascended again.

“Hmph, ah, argh, Hishin…”

A voice, wet with heat, called out to him. The arm that had been pushing him away all this time had suddenly embraced his neck.

He stuck his tongue out long and licked her chest, then smiled at Dahlia.

“So, this is what your face looks like when you don’t have red spots.”

Dahlia tried to guess, but her head was too dizzy to think straight.

Given the satisfied look on Hissin’s face, I could only assume it wasn’t as ugly as a blemish.

Maybe it was the fabric between her flesh that was bothering her. In one swift motion, Hissin pulled the top across her chest to her sides. 

Dahlia’s full breasts stood out in a tantalizing manner against the taut fabric. It was quite a sight.

“Hah.”

His breath poured into her bare chest. Unlike the cold desert night air, his breath was hot enough to melt her.

“You are so beautiful, Your Highness.”

He cupped her white breast in both hands and kissed it. 

Unlike the time he’d licked furiously to remove the red spots, today’s kiss felt tender and sublime, like a vow of love to a lover.

Dahlia’s head seemed to melt under his soft kisses. Her rationality as a maiden gradually faded away, and she seemed to become a being composed entirely of sensation.

Before she knew it, her body was sprawled completely beneath the divine statue. 

The sight of the goddess’s face in plain view filled Dahlia with an unbearable sense of depravity.

Breathing heavily, she clutched at the hem of Hissin’s robe, pleading.

“Hissin, no, you-you can’t do this to me.”

“You say that with such a lewd face.”

“Hmph!”

Hissin twisted her nipple with his fingertips. 

Dahlia squeezed her eyes shut and moaned at the sharp pain. Her innocent body was contorting wildly at the slightest stimulus.

Unable to bear the obscene screams coming from her mouth, Dahlia clamped her hands over her mouth. 

Hissin lowered his head again, a smile of mischief on his face. His tongue flicked across her swollen nipples. 

The wet, hot touch of the cloth against her sore nubs made her moan through her clenched teeth.

“Ha… ugh…!”

Hissin licked upward across her nubs, then raised the tip of his tongue and squeezed the nipple hard. 

Each time it did, her body contracted against her will.

The unbearable erotic sensation made her legs twitch and her toes curl. 

But Hissin would have none of it, and spread Dahlia’s limp legs wide to either side. 

The dampness flinched at the sudden opening. She could feel the clear juices that had been pooling in her opening running down her buttocks.

“Hissin!”

Dahlia scrambled to her feet in surprise. Her spread legs felt like frogs, a terrible feeling of shame.

But her body didn’t make it halfway up before she was pushed back down by the sucking lips on her chest. 

Hmph, Dahlia let out a thin stream of what she couldn’t tell was a cry or a moan.

“Please. Hmph, you’re a gift from the gods…”

How a gift of the gods could do such a lewd thing, especially in the temple where the goddess dwelled, was beyond Dahlia’s comprehension, and she didn’t want to understand.

“You still don’t get it, Your Highness.”

Hishin looked at her with innocent eyes, as if to question what was wrong.

“In the Shrine of Night, I exist solely for your Highness, the Princess.”

As he spoke, Hissin’s face shone so beautifully in the moonlight that Dahlia thought he looked like a fallen angel, forsaken by God in the beginning of time.

“Only I can fulfill and erase Your Highness’s suffering.”

An angel of sin… who was loved by God more than anyone else, but in the end loved himself more than God, and was rejected by God and turned into a demon.

“Look, Your Highness.”

Hissin positioned himself between Dahlia’s legs and slowly pressed downward. 

Where his member had been pressing against her stomach a moment ago, it was now stimulating between her legs.

“The deeper we press against each other, the faster your red spots fade, Your Highness.”

At that moment, Hissin slowly moved his hips as he sucked on her breasts.

The sensation was so different from sucking on her breasts alone that it struck Dahlia like a thunderbolt. 

Though she was a stranger to men, Dahlia knew all too well what this meant.

Intercourse. Even if their bodies were covered by clothes and garments, this was a clear act of copulation.

“Ah, hmph! Hissin, wait. Ah…!”

The voice calling for Hissin became urgent. 

Dahlia’s eyes widened at the sensation of a bulge and hardness rubbing against her undergarments.

A blunt shaft pressed hard against her private parts. 

When she realized that the fabric would not allow him to penetrate her, the thick shaft began to rub up and down in a pattern of slits, aligning itself with the path of her body.

His hips thrust faster by the second, rubbing his member against Dahlia’s opening. 

He could feel the soft sliding of her nether clit beneath the soaked underwear.

“The next time Your Highness has another red spot, this is how I will take away your pain.”

Hissin said, his lips close to her ear. His harsh voice, broken by each shake of his hips, soaked her ear lobe and made her skin prickle.

“Aaahhh, hmm, Hissin, ahh, please…!”

No one was immune to violent outpourings of pleasure. Dahlia shook her head and sobbed.

The heat, at first a small bubble, gradually began to circle around her lower belly. 

Concentrated in one place, it gradually expanded and filled her body.

Finally, the pleasure that had been eating away at her was about to explode with ferocity.