The beautiful woman calling herself Bright Light staged a dramatically over-the-top performance, utterly eradicating the swarm of Sandworms that had attacked the desert town.
Secretly and without regard for perspective, she manipulated light to destroy them down to the last one. “May this town find its rest, and may your lovers enjoy fulfilling nights.” “Man, this guy’s sense is something else entirely,” muttered a Lizardman as he let her words wash over him from right to left: a light spirit appearing in the guise of a dark elf. “Hey, Heiry, is this thing really a spirit?” “Um, um, yeah… it feels very much like one…” “No way, do you think anyone other than a spirit could do that kind of magic?” As Bright had said, at least among the mages of Celesta’s army, there were almost no witches capable of directly killing Sandworms through raw magical power alone. While there existed spells to generate light and spells to create flames, in terms of battlefield weight, these served only as support. Considering the limits of generatable force, applying heat to blades and arrows, or using flashes to blind the enemy, was the proper application; ultimately, illusion magic became the true protagonist of the battlefield. Shattering a Sandworm’s thick, leathery hide by converging light would require the domain of control necessitating prayers from hundreds, plus the specialized techniques of religious priests. The fact that she performed such an act with such casual ease proved clearly that she was no mere dark elf. But… “Well then, my lovers, continue to your enjoyment.” “Why look at us with such expectant faces?” “Tch, well, I am a spirit, aren’t I? I’m the one meant to bless. Wishing for wonderful nights is only natural.” “So that’s why you’re following us around like it’s the most obvious thing in the world!” “Following someone is bad manners. A journey requires company, after all; and hasn’t the night just barely begun?… Come on, water spirit, wouldn’t you want to have sex with him too? Tonight is a night when we bless sexual love that occurs only twice a year throughout the entire nation. There’s no need to shy away from anyone; if you two don’t do it, who else will?” “W-well, that… yeah, if Gash didn’t seem in the mood tonight specifically, I’d be pretty shocked…” “Hey Heiry, are you getting soft on him? He seems to be trying to follow us back to the inn. Probably just picking our pockets.” The Lizardman displaying suspicion, the dark elf praising erotica with overly theatrical poses, and the half-elf who was starting to get interested upon hearing it said—what a very unbalanced trio they were. With the eyes of the gendarmerie and other warriors beginning to withdraw from their fierce battle with the Sandworms, Gash made a slightly bitter face with an expression understood only between Lizardmen, before turning his attention back to Bright. ”…Tch, fine. I understand. Since you helped us out, I’ll treat you to the inn for a night or so.” “Haha, I don’t really need you to go that far, but if you insist, I suppose I can’t refuse.” ”…” Gash thought she was an utterly shady woman, but since he kept it to himself, he remained safe. It was hard to discern the Lizardman’s true intentions.
“Hey, Gash.” “Huh?” While taking care of his tomahawks for the first time in a while and organizing his gear, Heiry came up beside him. “There’s still quite a bit of time before dawn, right?” “Yeah… …” With two tomahawks now in hand, he sealed them with leather straps and chains. He couldn’t leave them exposed inside his bag. Using his reflexes throughout his entire body once again, Gash tried to calm his aroused heart back through the habit of controlled breathing. Limitless as they might be, the hearts that had raged in battle could not be extinguished easily by anyone, Lizardmen or beastfolk alike. To prevent the remaining momentum from directing itself toward unnecessary violence, plunder, rash actions, or chasing things further than necessary—a path outside the norm—controlling one’s heart was an essential technique for a warrior to live correctly. For Gash, who was born into the warrior class, it had long become an ingrained habit. But… ”…You’re pretty worked up, Gash.” “Yeah. Wait a bit longer; I’m not quite settled yet… hey…” Just as Gash was attempting to try the breathing method taught to him by his master, with strict depth and sequential repetition, Heiry collapsed onto his thick knee and immediately began groping between Gash’s legs, spreading his loincloth aside. Lizardmen find clothing covering the lower body difficult due to issues with tail shape and muscle structure; hence, they merely loosely cover their lower halves with a long loincloth, which can be instantly opened to reveal the two penises characteristic of Lizardmen.
”……Yeah, my blood’s starting to circulate properly now… aaah…”
“Don’t suck on that, idiot.”
“Eeeh?”
Tonight was too much: a sumo match with an ogre, a drinking bout, an unexpected encounter with a sandworm, and some weird light spirit—there were just too many unforeseen events.
Gash, being full of vitality, knew better than most how crucial it is to stay calm when disasters pile up, precisely because his own vigor runs high. If even the slightest hint of overconfidence lingers, one risks making an unexpected blunder.
That’s why he needed to first drop his condition down to the lowest level of alertness. “Man, I’m feeling so hard right now—you shouldn’t just shut it off…!”
Heri was happily switching between his two penises, sucking them with delicious fervor. It certainly wasn’t something tasty, but as their nights grew more intense ever since they met, oral service eventually became unnecessary to insist upon.
But things are different this time. A spark of violence still smolders deep within him. Since meeting Heri, he had immediately retired from the army, so engaging with her in such a state hasn’t happened since those first encounters.
Back then, both physically and mentally drained to the brink, he’d barely been able to cope without prior experience of sexual intercourse with a human woman—or rather, a spirit like Heri—but that ended there. Now that he knows every inch of Heri’s body, who knows what might happen?
“I-I-That’s different from those feelings of arousal! If you stimulate me too much carelessly…!”
“Mh… Mmm, unnnn… ♪”
Heri doesn’t listen. One hand softly but vigorously strokes one penis while the other mouth eagerly sucks on the other; occasionally switching sides ensures Heri’s saliva coats both thoroughly, stealing Gash’s sanity with lewd noises and the pleasure of almost being drained dry.
In stark contrast, his hemipenis grows steadily more virile. As it stands powerfully erect, Heri lets out a swooning nasal tone. “Mm, phuu… Unp, eheh… Gash, you’re getting into it already… ehehehe. Because tonight, I said I’d dote on you… It’s the night of lovers, remember? ♪”
“Heri…!”
“Gash is my lover… I’m Gash’s…!”
“Aaaaah!”
Seeing the spirit frantically devouring his two penises as if they were gourmet sweets he couldn’t decide between pushed Gash’s arousal beyond any point where regaining composure would be possible.
Though struggling to control the destructive impulse that had seeped into his mind like oil, Gash roughly hoists Heri up and tosses her onto the cot, tearing apart her clothes with powerful fingers until they shatter, then discarding them.
“Kyaa, g-Gash…!”
“Haa, haa…!”
Gash, who can’t even be tempted by humans or elves for a shred of carnal desire, finds his blood boiling every single time he looks at Heri’s body.
This slender neck that eagerly swallows his seed with pleasure. These unnaturally abundant yet not overly large breasts that cradle and milk his hemipenis, occasionally teasing him by rubbing both nipples against his urethra while pretending to be shy. This delicate waist whose soft belly has time and again overflowed with thick lizardman syrup-like semen. Even this soft cleft between her buttocks knows the taste of Gash’s seed.
Every night she once complained from pain after being ravaged by Gash, but now that days have passed, this young girl who willingly submits to the raw lust of this savage lizard man is actively seeking intercourse as his lover today.
That fact drives Gash’s reason into chaos.
“Gash, ahhh… So big…!”
“Heri… Heri, Heri!”
Crying out the simple name she gave herself over and over, Gash roughly spreads her legs with his blunt hands, crawling clumsily and frantically toward his hemipenis to insert himself.
Heri isn’t particularly wet; it’s natural after just sucking on them. Usually, he would first savor every inch of Heri’s genitals with his slender tongue, once making her climax so she loses control before proceeding, but there’s no patience left for such lengthy preliminaries now.
He wants to impale himself on Heri immediately. He can’t endure the thought of his penis not being inside the Heri right before him. He can’t find comfort unless enveloped by this beauty queen’s mucous membranes.
Driven by such unreasonable fervor, Gash inches closer to Heri’s opening.
He thrust both of his penises into her at once—one into her sex and the other into her anus.
“Ahhhh… gaaahhhh…”
“Ooh, ohh… Aaah, it’s hot…!”
“Gashuuu…!”
The forced intrusion into a dry hole twisted Herry’s face.
Yet, though Herry made a pained expression, she did not refuse Gashu’s reckless act. They had done simultaneous dual insertion before; since Herry had egged Gashu on, she must have been prepared for something like this.
Still, what she truly desired was to become one with Gashu. Exposed to his fierce lust, she wanted to return her love and feel in her body that they were lovers lost together in passion.
That burning passion from Herry reached Gashu, who trembled with delight inside her two holes and began thrusting.
“Aa, aaah, ku… Aaah, g-ggshuu…!”
“Haaah, haaah… Herry, it’s warm, feels amazing… Your guts and womb are the best, aaaaahh…!!”
”…Gaaah, Gashu’s penis is big, manly too…♪”
“Ohhhhhh…!”
Though writhing in apparent pain, Herry managed a determined smile. Seeing her struggle like this, Gashu roared and grew even more aroused.
A little pre-cum began to spill over, dirtying Herry’s insides slightly and making the thrusting a bit easier.
With that, Herry’s smile shifted from a painful act born of love to something truly saturated with pleasure and lust.
Even as a physical embodiment of an immortal spirit, she felt pain and pleasure in ways aligned with humans, which is precisely why she could experience them as genuine joy.
“Herry, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on you, Herry! Gonna soak your pussy and ass hole with thick seed!”
“Haaah, Gashuuu…♪ Gashu, Gashuuu…!”
While being tossed about by Gashu’s increasingly rough thrusting, Herry called his name through her cloudy eyes, expressing sheer ecstasy.
Living as a Water Spirit, drifting freely, she had now become utterly soaked to the very depths of her heart with the joy of clashing her passion with just one man.
She couldn’t let go anymore. She didn’t want to leave him.
Even if people said they were fallen, she wanted to love this lizardman intimately forever and be relentlessly ravaged by him.
That true nature of hers was reflected in her very form, in that expression…
“Hmm, wow, really something…”
”!!”
”!?”
The Dark Elf’s voice froze them solid. Just moments ago, he’d been crouched beside the bed, breathless, stroking his chin as he stared intently at them.
Both of them tensed their entire bodies in extreme shock; then, mid-reaction, they both began ejaculating all over again while still locked in that state.
“B-bright!?”
“W-why the hell are you watching from there…!?”
“Oh, look, I’m a spirit. As long as there’s a core element nearby, walls don’t mean much anyway. Plus, personally, I’ve always wanted to see spirits having sex.”
To the woman speaking so casually while continuing their ejaculation unbrokenly, the Lizardman and Water Spirit raised their fists in protest.
“You should just do it yourself!”
“Even if you’re going to peek, at least be a little more tactful, you jerk!”
“B-but Gashu, is being peeked at really okay!?”
“No, I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to peek—I mean, it’s not like I don’t want you to—but damn, hearing your moans makes me hard even when I tell myself not to care sometimes.”
”…Uuuu…”
“Alright alright, thanks for the show.”
Bright clasped his hands together.
”…But does it really feel that good?”
”…Honestly, I sometimes think I’d be okay with being reborn as a half-elf right now, just to fuck Gassh over and over until we both die.”
“Don’t give me the sudden reincarnation crap, you idiot!”
While Heery kept babbling sweet nothings even while vomiting remnants from her depths into his vagina and rectum, Gassh stood there with his mouth hanging open as she slapped his head. Bright chuckled to himself, watching the two of them lovingly cling together in a way that somehow felt strangely off-key. Neither of them noticed how thoroughly one had licked the other clean.
The night of the Spirit Festival was drawing to a close. The lovers’ special night was nearing its dawn.
(TBC)