The beautiful woman who called herself Bright Light displayed theatrical gestures, wiping out the entire swarm of sandworms that had attacked the desert town. Unseen and unconcerned with perspective, she manipulated light to eliminate every single creature without a trace.
“May this town find peace. May your lovers enjoy fulfilling nights.”
“Huh, this guy’s got some weird phrasing.”
The dark elf-shaped spirit of light casually brushed off the lizardman’s muttered remark from right to left.
“Hey, Heery, is this thing really a spirit?”
“U-um, yeah, it feels very much like one… but—”
“No way. Do you think anyone other than a spirit could do something like that with magic?”
As Bright had said, among the Celesta army’s mages, there were virtually no individuals capable of directly harming sandworms through raw magical power alone.
While spells existed to generate light or fire, in combat they served merely as auxiliary tools. Given the limits of generatable force, heating blades and arrows or using blinding flashes of light was the proper application; ultimately, illusion magic became the battlefield’s true protagonist. Converging light to tear apart sandworms covered in thick hide required the domain of hundreds of prayers and specialized control by religious priests. The fact that she accomplished this with such casual demeanor proved beyond doubt that she was no ordinary dark elf.
But…
“Then, my beloved ones, please enjoy the continuation.”
“Why do you look at us with such expectant faces?”
“Well, I am a spirit, after all. My role is to bestow blessings. Wishing for wonderful nights is only natural.”
“So why are you stalking us like it’s the most obvious thing in the world!”
“Stalking? That’s rude. Travelers stick together out of compassion. The night has barely begun… Come on, Water Spirit, wouldn’t you also want to be intimate with him tonight? It’s a night when the entire nation celebrates love-making twice a year; there’s no need to shy away from it. If you two don’t do it, who else will?”
“Well, um, that is… yeah, I’d be shocked if Gash didn’t feel up to it just this once.”
“Hey Heery, what are you getting yourself into? She’s following us all the way to the inn. Probably trying to scam something.”
The lizardman expressed his distrust, while the dark elf struck exaggerated poses praising eroticism in an unnaturally lewd manner; the half-elf, upon hearing it, began to feel inclined. A highly unbalanced trio. With the eyes of the gendarmerie and other warriors returning from their fierce battle with the sandworms, Gash wore a bitter expression known only between lizardmen before turning his attention back to Bright.
”…Tch, fine. I’ll treat you to an inn room for tonight as thanks for your help.”
“Hahaha, you don’t have to go that far, but if you offer, I can’t refuse.”
”…………”
What a suspicious woman, Gash thought—but since he didn’t mutter it aloud, he was safe. The lizardman’s true intentions remained difficult to discern.
“Hey, Gash.”
“Huh?”
As he cleaned his tomahawks for the first time in a while and organized his belongings, Heery approached beside him.
“There’s still quite a bit of time before dawn, isn’t there?”
“Yeah…”
He placed two tomahawks together and sealed them within leather and chain bindings; they couldn’t be left exposed inside his pack.
Using his reflexes, which hadn’t been fully engaged in some time, Gash attempted to calm his surging heart through controlled breathing—a habit. Not limited to lizardmen or beastfolk, a heart hardened by fierce battle is not easily extinguished for anyone. To prevent this residual energy from spilling into unnecessary violence, plunder, rash actions, or overstepping boundaries, controlling one’s mind was an essential technique for warriors to live rightly. For Gash, born into the warrior class, it had become a deeply ingrained habit.
But…
”……You’re getting worked up, Gash.”
“Well, yeah. Wait a bit more; I’m not calm yet… Hey!”
Even though Gash was in the middle of trying out the breathing technique he’d learned from his Master—repeated in a strictly ordered sequence with precise depth control—Heili collapsed onto his thick knee and immediately began teasing his groin by lifting her loincloth.
For a Lizardman, clothing that fully covers the lower body is difficult due to tail shape and muscle structure; so she wears only a long loincloth that lightly drapes over her lower half, which can be lifted instantly to reveal the two penises characteristic of Lizardmen.
”……Yeah, my blood’s starting to flow again… ahm…”
“Don’t suck on me, you idiot.”
“Eh?”
Tonight had been too full of unexpected events: sumo wrestling with an Ogre, drinking sessions, a run-in with a Sandworm, and some strange light spirit.
Gash, being hot-blooded himself, knows all too well how important it is to stay calm when emergencies pile up.
Even the slightest trace of excitement or restlessness can lead to unforeseen failures.
That’s why it’s crucial to lower his current state to the minimum activity level possible.
“But I’m hardening nicely… don’t just calm me down…”
Chup, chup—Heili alternately and appetizingly sucks on both penises.
It shouldn’t be delicious at all, but after every night had become increasingly heated, oral service eventually became something she did without needing to be forced.
But now is not the time. There’s still a spark of violence lingering deep within his belly.
Having met Heili and immediately retired from the army afterward, this would be their first encounter in such a state since that initial time.
Back then, both physically and mentally on the brink of exhaustion, and having no prior experience with intercourse even with a human woman—or rather, a spirit like Heili—they managed to get through it just fine. But now, knowing every corner of Heili’s body intimately, he can’t predict what might happen.
“T-that’s why… this kind of arousal is different… if you stimulate me too much…”
“Mn… nnnn… ah…♪”
Heili doesn’t listen.
With one hand, she softly but vigorously rubs one penis; with the other, she eagerly sucks on it. Occasionally switching between left and right, her saliva coats both thoroughly, while lewd sounds and the pleasure of near-deprivation drain Gash’s ability to think.
In inverse proportion, his hemipenis grows more virile. As it rises powerfully, Heili lets out a dreamy nasal tone.
“Mn, phew… mmmph, hehe… Gash, you’re getting into it… heheheh. Because tonight, I said I’d cherish you… It’s the night of lovers, remember?♪”
“Heili…!”
“Gash is my lover… I’m Gash’s… ah…”
“Uoooooh!”
Seeing the spirit devour both penises with such fervor, as if they were exquisite sweets he couldn’t take his eyes off, Gash’s excitement reaches a point from which there’s no turning back.
While struggling to control the destructive impulses that have soaked into his thoughts like oil, Gash roughly lifts Heili and throws her onto the bedframe, then tears apart the clothes covering her body with strong fingers, discarding them in a snap.
“Kya, gah, Gash…!”
“Haa… haa…!”
Gash cannot lust after any other humans or elves even a fraction of what he feels for Heili. Yet somehow, every time he sees her body, his blood boils anew.
This slender neck, willingly swallowing his seed with delight.
These breasts—unnaturally large yet not overly exaggerated—capture and manipulate his hemipenis, sometimes rubbing both nipples against his urethra while teasingly coy.
This delicate waist, this soft belly, repeatedly filled to overflowing with the Lizardman’s syrup-thick, rich semen.
Even this soft, central hole of her rear knows the taste of Gash’s seed. Every night she was ravished by Gash and cried out in pain; those days are long gone. Now, this girl willingly submits to the raw lust of this savage lizard man, and as lovers, she is eagerly seeking intercourse just now.
That fact drives Gash’s reason to madness.
“Gash… ah… so big…”
“Hee-rii… Hee-rii, Hee-rii!”
While repeatedly shouting the simple name she had given herself, Gash spreads her legs with his rough hands and clumsily but urgently thrusts forward, attempting to insert his hemipenis.
Hee-rii isn’t sufficiently wet; it’s natural since he only kissed her before. Normally, Gash would use his slender tongue to savor every part of Hee-rii’s genitals, first making her aroused and unable to resist before penetrating her—but now, there’s no patience for such leisurely foreplay.
He wants to impale Hee-rii immediately. He cannot bear the thought that his penis isn’t inside the Hee-rii right in front of him. He can’t feel at ease unless he’s enveloped by this beautiful girl’s mucous membranes.
Driven by such unreasonable passion, Gash creeps closer to Hee-rii’s hole.
Then, he thrusts both penises simultaneously into her genitals and anus.
“Aii… gah, haa…”
“Ooh, oh… ah, it’s hot…”
“Gash…”
Forcing entry into an unwetted hole distorts Hee-rii’s face. Yet, though she winces in pain, she doesn’t refuse Gash’s reckless act. She has done double penetration before; since she provoked him, she must have been prepared for something like this.
Still, she wanted to become one with Gash. Exposed to his fierce lust, she wished to return love and feel, through her body, that they were lovers drowning in affection together.
That passion from Hee-rii reaches Gash, who begins thrusting with pleasure, twitching within her two openings.
“A, ah, ku… ah, hah-hah, g-gashu…”
“Haa, haa… Hee-rii, it’s warm, it feels so good… Your intestines and womb are the best!!”
”…G-Gashu’s penis is big and manly…♪”
“Ohoooo!”
Though writhing in apparent agony, Hee-rii smiles desperately. Gash roars, emboldened by her expression. A little pre-cum spills over, soiling the inside of Hee-rii and making thrusting slightly easier. In sync with that, Hee-rii’s smile shifts from a painful act born of love to genuine pleasure and carnal desire.
Even as a physical manifestation of an immortal spirit, pain and pleasure align with humanity; that is why they can be felt as true joy.
“Hee-rii, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Hee-rii! I’ll drown you in seed from your pussy and ass!”
“Haa, Gashu…♪ Gashu, Gashuu…♪”
As Gash’s rough thrusting intensifies, Hee-rii is tossed about, trembling, while calling out Gash’s name with hazy eyes, expressing her ecstasy. Having lived as a water spirit, drifting through existence, she has now been thoroughly stained to the depths of her soul by the joy of clashing her passion with just one man.
She can’t be separated anymore. She doesn’t want to be separated. Even if called fallen, she wants to continue loving this lizard man intensely and being relentlessly ravished forever.
Such is her true nature, revealed in her form, in her expression—
“Hmm, this is amazing…”
”!!”
”!??”
Just when he knew it, the dark elf was crouched beside the bed, his face flushed with excitement, stroking his chin as he stared intently. His voice froze them both in place.
Both of them tensed their entire bodies to an extreme degree of shock—and, coincidentally, ejaculation began while they remained in that state.
“B-Bright!?”
“W-Wait, why are you looking at me like that…!?”
“No, look, I’m a spirit. If elemental cores are nearby, walls don’t really matter much. Besides, personally, I wanted to see spirits having sex.”
The beautiful woman said it casually, while the lizardman and the water spirit, still connected and continuing their ejaculation, raised their fists in protest.
“You should just do it yourself!”
“Even if you’re going to peek, at least be a bit more considerate, you jerk!”
“B-But Gash, isn’t being peeped on okay!?”
“Well, I’d rather not have you peeking, but your moans… even though I tell you not to worry about it, sometimes it’s unavoidable.”
”…U-Ugh…”
“Alright, alright, thank you for the treat.”
Bright clasped his hands together.
”…But is it really that pleasurable?”
”…Honestly, sometimes I think it would be nice if I were reborn as a half-elf and could continue being intimate with Gash until we die.”
“Don’t just reincarnate out of nowhere, you idiot.”
While Heili continued to say affectionate things while stubbornly expelling remnants into the depths of the vagina and rectum, Gash stood there with his mouth agape, tapping her head.
Even as they loved each other intensely, Bright couldn’t help but grimace at the two of them, who seemed oddly out of sync.
He hadn’t noticed that one had already licked the other clean.
The night of the Spirit Festival was drawing to a close.
The special night for lovers was about to end.
(TBC)