The beautiful woman who called herself Bright Light, with theatrical gestures, wiped out the swarm of sandworms that had descended upon the desert town.
Unknown to any observer, irrespective of distance, she manipulated light, leaving not a single one behind.
“Let peace rest in this town. Let your lovers have fulfilling nights.”
“Damn, her choice of words is kind of weird.”
The Light Spirit in the form of a dark elf let the lizardman’s muttered remark slip past her without a glance.
“Hey Heali, is she really an elemental?”
“W-well, the vibe is super elemental… but…”
“No way. Do you think any being other than an element could pull off magic like that?”
As Bright said, at least among the Celesta Army’s mages, there were hardly any who could directly kill or wound sandworms through raw magical power alone.
While there are spells to generate light and spells to generate fire, in terms of combat weight, they remained auxiliary at best.
Considering the limits of generable force, using them to heat swords and arrows or as blinding lights was the correct application; ultimately, illusion magic ended up being the mainstay on the battlefield.
To condense light and cleave a sandworm with thick, plated skin in eighths required control in the realm of expert techniques—specialized knowledge reliant on prayers from units of a hundred and religious priests. The fact that she pulled it off with a calm expression made it clear she was no ordinary dark elf.
But.
“Well then, my lovers, please enjoy the rest of your evening.”
“Why are you looking at us with such expectant eyes?”
“Yuck, I’m a spirit, you know? It’s my job to bless people? It’s only natural that I wish for a wonderful night.”
“So why do you tail us so casually, as if it’s no big deal!”
“Tail? Such an ugly word. Companions on the road are the kindness of the world, don’t you think? The night has only just begun… Come now, water spirit, surely you’d like to have some fun with him too? It happens only twice a year, this citywide celebration of sex. There’s no need to be shy about anything, is there? If you don’t do it, who will?”
“Well, that is… yes. I would be shocked if Gash didn’t get in the mood, at least for tonight.”
“Hey, Heali, are you getting talked into something? This guy is trying to tag along to our inn. It’s probably a freeloader.”
A lizardman displaying open distrust, a dark elf praising eros in an exaggerated pose, and a half-elf who, upon hearing them, seemed to be swayed into agreeing. A highly unbalanced trio.
With the eyes of the Constabulary and other warriors watching them retreat from their fierce battle with the sandworms, Gash wore a slightly bitter expression—one understandable only between lizardmen—and turned back toward Blight again.
”…Tch, fine. Since you helped me out, I’ll treat you to room for the night.”
“Ha ha ha, you don’t have to go that far, but since you’ve offered, I suppose I can’t refuse now, can I?”
”……”
Gash thought, What a shifty woman, but since he didn’t say it out loud, he was safe. It is difficult to read a Lizardman’s true feelings.
“Hey, Gash.”
“Hm?”
As he maintained the Tomahawk he hadn’t used in ages and sorted through his gear, Healy approached him.
“There’s still quite a bit of time before dawn, right?”
“True enough……”
He lined up two Tomahawks together and sealed them with leather and chains. It was impossible to pack them sheathed.
Having used his full-body reflexes for the first time in a long while, Gash tried to calm his agitated heart through breathing, as was his habit.
It wasn’t just Lizardmen or beast-folk; it is difficult for anyone to easily quell a heart inflamed by battle.
The method of controlling one’s mind so that the surplus momentum does not lead toward unnecessary violence or plunder, hasty actions or overpursuit, is an essential skill for warriors to live correctly. For Gash, who was born into the warrior caste, it was a habit ingrained in his very being.
But.
”…You’re worked up, Gash.”
“Yeah. Just give me a minute, my head’s still foggy… hey”
Even though Gash was in the middle of attempting the breathing technique he had learned from his master—a method involving strict depth and specific sequences—Healy collapsed against Gash’s thick knee and began rummaging around under his loincloth to grope between his legs.
For Lizardmen, wearing lower-body clothing that fully covers like humans is difficult due to the shape of their tails and muscles. Therefore, they just loosely cover themselves with a long loincloth, which means flipping it up immediately reveals the two penises characteristic of Lizardmen.
“Um… your blood flow is getting stronger and stronger… hmm”
“Don’t slurp, idiot.”
“Ehhh?”
Tonight had been packed with too many unexpected events: the sumo match against the Ogre, the drinking party, running into Sandworms, and some weird light spirit.
Gash, who was prone to hot blood, knew the importance of staying calm when emergencies piled up precisely because he knew how volatile he could be.
If any of that aggressive, impulsive energy lingered even a little, it would lead to unforeseen failures.
That is why it was crucial to first bring his condition down to the minimum level of activity.
“But you’ve got such a good erection, so why calm it down…”
Chup, chup. Heeley sucked both penises deliciously in turn, her mouth working them with practiced ease.
It shouldn’t have been a taste worth savoring, really, but ever since that night, the passion had built up so much over time that performing oral on him was no longer something he needed to force; it had become entirely his own doing.
But now was a bad time for it. Deep inside his belly remained a spark of violent instinct.
He had met Heeley, and right after that, he had retired from the army. So this would be the first time since those initial days that he took her in such a state.
Back then, he had been on the verge of physical and mental exhaustion, with no prior experience having sex with an elf woman—or rather, a spirit like Heeley—so it had settled down relatively easily. But now, knowing every corner and crevice of her body, there was no telling what would happen.
“Th-that’s… that’s different from normal arousal, so if you stimulate it carelessly…”
“Mm… mmm, mmmph… ♪”
Heeley didn’t listen.
With one hand, she rubbed and pushed one penis firmly yet softly against her thigh, while fervently licking and sucking the other with her mouth. Occasionally she swapped which hand held which member, ensuring Heeley’s saliva coated both penises evenly. The obscene sounds and the pleasure of feeling sucked dry slowly stripped away Gash’s ability to think.
In inverse proportion to that, his hemipenis grew more virile, standing up strong and rigid. Looking at it, Heeley let out a nose-buzzing, entranced moan.
“Mm, phew… mmph, Ehehe… Gash, you’re getting into the swing of it, aren’t you… ehehehe… I told you tonight was the night I’d dote on you… our night as lovers, remember… ♪”
“Heeley…!”
“He’s my lover… I’m Gash’s…!”
“Uuuugh!”
The spirit suckled the two penises with an intense fervor, treating them like exquisite delicacies to which she couldn’t resist. Witnessing this, Gash’s arousal peaked at a level from which there was no turning back.
Struggling to control the destructive impulse that had soaked into his thoughts like oil, Gash nonetheless grabbed Heely’s body with rough, clumsy motions and threw her onto the sleeping platform. With fingers strong enough to snap bone, he tore the clothes covering her body into ribbons and discarded them.
“Kyaa, g-gash…!”
“Hah… hah…!”
Gash felt no spark of sexual desire when looking at other Human or Elf females, not even a shred. Yet for some reason, Heely’s body made his blood run hot every time he saw it.
This slender neck, happily swallowing Gash’s essence down its throat.
These breasts—not abnormally large, yet plump and ripe—capturing his hemipenis, teasing him while occasionally rubbing both nipples against his urethra, feigning bashfulness in a coy manner.
This slender waist, this soft womb, time and again filled to the brim with the lizardman’s syrup-like, thick essence.
Even the hole in the center of this soft ass knew the taste of Gash’s seed.
The nights of being ravaged by Gash and crying out in pain were things of the past. Now, this girl willingly offered her body to the savage lizard man’s sexual urges with joy, seeking to copulate with him right here, right now, as his lover.
That fact sent Gash’s reason spiraling into madness.
“Gash, ahh… so big…!”
“Hiilly… Hiilly, Hiilly!”
Screaming the crude name he had given her over and over again, Gash used his ungainly hands to force the girl’s legs apart, desperately and clumsily squirming forward in an attempt to thrust his hemipenis into her.
Hiilly wasn’t particularly wet yet. It was only natural, since he had merely sucked on her. His usual routine involved using his slender tongue to savor every inch of her genitals, bringing her to a climax first so she would be limp and powerless before raping her, but right now he didn’t have the leisure to indulge in such foreplay.
He wanted to bury himself inside Hiilly this very instant.
The idea that his penis wasn’t inside the Hiilly before him was unbearable. He couldn’t feel at ease unless he was sheathed in this beautiful girl’s moist tissue.
Driven by a passion that bordered on the unreasonable, Gash crawled toward Hiilly’s opening.
And then, he plunged his two penises into her—into her vagina and her anus—simultaneously.
“Aii… ga, haa…!”
“W-Oh, ooh… ahh, warm…!”
“Gash, ugh…”
The forced intrusion into the unmoistened opening twisted Heery’s face in pain.
But while Heery’s face contorted in agony, she did not reject Gash’s reckless behavior. She had experienced simultaneous insertion into both openings before, and by provoking Gash, she must have known what to expect.
Even so, she wanted to become one with Gash. Exposed to his intense lust, she wished to return the affection, feeling in their very bodies that they were lovers drowning in each other.
Sensing such passion from Heery, Gash shuddered with pleasure inside her dual openings and began to pump himself in and out.
“A… aah… k… ah… uh-ha-ha… Ga… Gash…!”
“Haa! Haa!… Heery, it’s warm, it feels so good… Your intestines and uterus are the best…!!”
”…Ga… Gash’s cock is also big, and manly… ♪”
“Oooooh!”
Gashing out a roar, Gash rallied himself, inspired by Heery who struggled in apparent pain yet managed to smile earnestly.
A little of the pre-sex fluids overflowed, dirtying Heery’s insides and making the thrusting slightly easier.
In tandem with this, Heery’s smile shifted from a pained performance born of love into something tinged with genuine pleasure and carnal desire.
Even if she was a physical manifestation of an immortal spirit, pain and pleasure aligned with the human experience; and for that reason, they could be felt as authentic joys.
“Helley, come! Give it to me! Helley, I’m gonna fill your womb and anus with my cum and make you a sticky mess!”
“Haaah… Gaashuuh♪… Gaashu, Gaashu uuuu♪”
Tossed back and forth by Gash’s increasingly rough thrusts, Helley called out his name through hazy eyes, expressing her ecstasy.
She had drifted through life like a water spirit, but now she was dyed from the very core of her soul with the joy of clashing passions with this one, solitary man.
I can’t leave anymore. I don’t want to leave.
Even if they said I had fallen, I wanted to keep making love passionately and being relentlessly fucked by this lizardman forever.
That true nature of hers surfaced in her appearance, in the expression on her face—
“Um, wow… this is quite something…”
”!!”
”!?”
They froze at the voice of the dark elf who had somehow crouched by the bedside, stroking his chin with a flushed face as he gazed intently.
Both of them stiffened their entire bodies in extreme shock, and coincidentally, they started to ejaculate while still in that state.
“B-Bright!?”
“W-w-what the hell are you doing looking from up there…!?”
“Well, I’m an elemental spirit. If a core element is nearby, walls don’t really mean much. Plus, personally, I’ve always wanted to see what it’s like for an elemental spirit having sex.”
The beautiful woman stated this with complete nonchalance, prompting the lizardman and the water elemental—who were still connected and ejaculating—to raise their fists in protest.
“Can’t you just do it yourself!?”
“If you’re gonna peek, at least do it in a more discreet way, you bastard!”
“G-Gash, so is it okay to be peed on!?”
“Well, I wouldn’t prefer to be peed on, but hearing your moans like that… even when I tell myself not to worry about it, sometimes I can’t help it.”
”…M-Mm-hmm.”
“Alright, alright. Excuse my appetite.”
Bright brought her hands together in a gesture of gratitude.
”…But is it really that good?”
”……Honestly, sometimes I can’t help but think it would be okay if I really was reborn as a half-elf and just fucked Gash until we died.”
“Don’t you fucking shit-talking reincarnate out of nowhere, you idiot.”
Meanwhile, Heely, who kept spouting sappy nonsense even as residual semen was relentlessly dumped into the depths of her vagina and rectum, was met with Gash blankly slapping her head.
Bright offered a wry smile to the two of them, who were deeply in love yet strangely unable to decide what to do.
Neither of them noticed him licks his lips.
The night of the Spirit Festival was about to end.
The lovers’ privileged night was breaking.
(To be continued)