The beautiful woman who called herself Bright Light theatrically wiped out the swarm of sandworms that had attacked the desert town.

She manipulated light unseen and without regard for distance, wiping them all out completely.

"Rest in peace to this town. A full night to lovers."

"I don't get her word choice," muttered a lizardman.

The dark elf-shaped light spirit ignored him.

"Hey Heeley, is she really an elemental?"

"Um, yeah, I guess she feels like one... but"

"Nah, do you think there's anyone else who can do that with magic?"

As Bright Light said, at least among the Celesta army’s mages, it was rare to find someone capable of directly killing sandworms using magic alone.

There were light and fire spells, but in combat they served mainly as support.

Considering the limit of power that can be generated, it is correct to use heated swords or arrows and dazzling light as illusions. In the end, illusion magic becomes the main role on the battlefield.

Concentrating light to slice a thick-skinned sandworm into eight pieces requires the control of hundreds of prayers and specialized techniques by religious priests. The fact that she could do such a thing with a calm face clearly showed that she was not just an ordinary dark elf.

However,

“Then, lovers, enjoy the rest.”

“What are you looking at us like we’re expecting something?”

“Oh come on, I’m a spirit? My job is to bless things. Of course I want this night to be wonderful.”

“So why do you follow us as if it’s obvious?”

“It sounds rude to say ‘follow.’ Traveling together is the way of the world. The night has just begun. …Come on, water spirit, don’t you want to have sex with him too? It’s a national celebration of love twice a year, and no one will judge you. Who else would do it if not you?”

“Well, um… yeah, I’d be shocked if Gash wasn’t in the mood tonight.”

“Hey Heeley, what are you getting into? She wants to come all the way to our inn. Probably just a scam.”

The Lizardman showed his distrust, the Dark Elf struck a theatrical pose as he praised eroticism in an odd way, and the Half-Elf was about to get excited. The three were extremely unbalanced.

With other soldiers from the constabulary starting to return after their fierce battle with Sand Worms, Gash made a face only Lizardmen could understand and turned back toward Bright.

“…Fine, I’ll buy you dinner as thanks for helping me.”

“Heh heh, you don’t have to go that far. But since you said it…”

“…………”

Gash thought the woman was suspicious but didn't say anything out loud. It’s hard to read a Lizardman's true feelings.

"Hey, Gash."

"Hmm?"

While cleaning his tomahawk and sorting through his belongings, Heely came over.

"It’ll still be some time until dawn."

"Yeah, right..."
He arranged the two tomahawks and sealed them with leather straps. He couldn't just leave the naked blades in his luggage.
For the first time in a while, he used all of his reflexes to calm his excited heart by breathing deeply out of habit.
Whether it was lizardmen or beastmen, no one could easily quell their battle-fueled hearts.
To prevent that excess energy from leading them down paths of unnecessary violence, plundering, premature action, or overreaching, controlling one's mind was a necessary skill for warriors to live properly, and as someone born into the warrior class, Gash had made it an ingrained habit.
But...
"...You're still excited, Gash."
"Yeah, I am. Just wait a little longer, my heart hasn't settled down yet..."
Just when Gash was trying his best to practice the breathing technique he learned from his master—where you breathe in and out at precise intervals—he suddenly felt Heely leaning against his thick thighs, then she started fiddling with his loincloth.
Lizardmen didn’t wear clothes like humans did because of their tails and muscle structure. They just wore long loincloths to cover themselves lightly, so when he lifted it up, the two penises that were characteristic of lizardmen would be exposed immediately.

「...Yeah, my blood’s flowing more and more... mmm.」

「Stop sucking, idiot.」

「Eh?」

Tonight had been filled with too many unexpected events: a wrestling match against an ogre, drinking together, and then encountering sand worms; not to mention the weird light spirit.

Gash, who was full of blood, understood that it was important to stay calm in emergencies because he knew his own blood made him more prone to getting worked up. If even a small part of him got carried away, he would make an unexpected mistake.

That’s why it was important for him to lower himself to the minimum level of activity.

「Why are you stopping when I’m doing so well...」

Heeleei sucked on both his penises alternately in a delicious manner. Even though they weren’t particularly tasty, she had gotten so excited every night that she no longer needed to be forced into giving oral service.

But right now, it's not good. A violent spark remains deep in his gut.

He had quit the army soon after meeting Heili, so this was the first time they were together since then. Back then, he was physically and mentally exhausted to the point of collapse, and with no experience with human women (or rather, spirits), that was all it took. But now, having come to know every inch of her body, he couldn't predict what would happen.

"Y-You see, this arousal is different from the other one, so if you accidentally stimulate it too much...!"

"Mm... mmm, mmnng...♪"

Heili wasn’t listening.

With one hand, she was vigorously rubbing one penis, while with her mouth, she was eagerly sucking on the other. Occasionally switching between them, saliva coated both equally, and the lewd sounds and intense pleasure robbed Gash of his thoughts.

In direct contrast to this, his hemipenis grew more erect. Heili let out a breathy moan at how strongly it stood up.

"Mm, phuu... nmpuuh, hehe... Gash, I'm getting into the mood... hehehe. Because tonight, I said I'd cherish you... tonight is lovers' night, after all...♪"

"Heili...!"

“Gash’s girlfriend… I’m Gash’s…”

“Uooh!”

The sight of the spirit sucking on his two penises as if they were exquisite pastries had Gash’s excitement reach a point of no return.

Trying to control the destructive impulse that was seeping into his thoughts like oil, he roughly lifted Heili and threw her onto the bed, tearing off her clothes with his strong fingers.

“Kyaa! G-Gash!”

“Haa… haa…”

While Gash couldn’t get aroused by other humans or elves, Heili’s body always made him feel blood-boiling desire no matter how many times he saw it.

Her slender neck eagerly swallowing his seed; her breasts, not overly large but still full enough to capture his hemipenis and tease it with their nipples rubbing against the urethra.

And this delicate waist, this soft womb filled again and again by the thick lizardman’s cum.

This soft ass has already tasted Gash's seed in its hole.
What was once a nightly ordeal of pain is now but a distant memory, as this girl willingly submits to the primitive lizard man’s lust. She even seeks out his coupling tonight, as if he were her lover.
The thought drives Gash mad.
“Gash, ah... so big...!”
“Hee-lee! Hee-lee! Hee-lee!”
Calling out the name he gave her again and again, Gash roughly spreads her legs with his rough hands and awkwardly wriggles forward to insert his hemipenis.
Hee-Lee isn’t very wet yet; that’s only natural since she’s just been sucking him off. Usually, he’d let his thin tongue taste every inch of Hee-Lee’s sex before bringing her to orgasm so that she wouldn’t be able to resist, but now there’s no time for such luxuries.
He wants to thrust into her right away.
It’s unbearable not to have his penis inside the beautiful girl in front of him. He can’t feel at ease unless it’s wrapped up in her slick membranes.
Driven by an unreasonable passion, Gash wriggles closer to her hole.

And he thrust both his penises into her sex and anus simultaneously.

“Ah, gah... haa...!”

“Oh, oh... ahh, it’s so hot...!”

“Gashuuu...”

The forced penetration of the unprepared hole twisted Heely’s face in discomfort. But even though she looked pained, Heely didn’t refuse Gash’s outrageous request. She had experienced double penetration several times before and probably expected something like this when she egged him on.

Still, she wanted to be one with Gash. She wanted to feel that they were drowning together as lovers, returning his fierce lust with love.

Feeling her passion, Gash twitched in pleasure inside Heely’s two holes and began thrusting.

“Ah, ah... kuh... ahh, hahahaha... gashi...!”

“Haa, haa... Heely, it’s so hot, feels so good... your intestines and womb are amazing...!!”

“…B-but, Gash’s dick is so big and manly…”♪”

“Oooh!”

Despite her pained moans, Heely smiles weakly at Gash, who roars in excitement.

Pre-cum leaks out a little, staining Heely inside and making the thrusting easier.

Her smile changes from an agonizing act of love to one of genuine pleasure and carnal desire.

Even though she’s the physical manifestation of an immortal spirit, pain and pleasure are still felt as they would be by humans, so her joy is truly felt.

“Hey Heely, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fill your ballsack and ass with my jizz!”

“Haaah… Gashuuu♪ Gash, Gashuuun♪”

Heely trembles in response to Gash’s rough thrusting, calling out his name through hazy eyes as she expresses her joy.

Having lived like a water spirit, she was now thoroughly immersed in the bliss of connecting with one man passionately.

I can't let go. I don’t want to.
Even if they say I’ve fallen, I want to keep loving this lizardman intimately and being relentlessly fucked by him forever.
Her true nature was reflected in her form, in her expression,

"Hmm, wow... This is amazing..."

"!!"

"!?"

Both of them froze when the dark elf’s voice broke through. She had been crouched beside their bed, staring intently at them with a flushed face as she stroked his chin.

Their bodies stiffened from extreme shock and they both started to cum right there.

"B-Bright?!"

"W-What are you doing here?! How did you even see that...!?"

“Nah, I’m a spirit. If there’s radioactive elements nearby, walls don’t really mean much to me anyway. Plus, personally, I want to see spirits having sex.”

The beauty casually said this as the lizardman and water spirit continued jerking off while connected, raising their fists in protest.

“You could do it yourself!”

“And try being less obvious about it, you bastard!”

“B-But Gash, is getting peeked at okay!?”

“I’d rather not be spied on if I can help it, but your moans sometimes make me forget to tell myself that.”

“…U-Uh”

“Yes, yes, thank you for the show.”

Bright clapped his hands together.

“…But are you really enjoying yourself so much?”

“…Honestly, sometimes I think it would be nice to just become a half-elf and spend the rest of my life with Gash.”

“You idiot, don’t suddenly wish for reincarnation.”

Despite still being coated in his fluids deep inside her vagina and rectum, Heely keeps talking sweetly. Gash is left dumbfounded, tapping her head.

Bright smiles wryly at them as they continue to be overly affectionate.

He licks his lips, but the two of them don’t see it.

The night of the Spirit Festival is almost over.
The special night for lovers is coming to an end.

(to be continued)

With a theatrical flourish, the beautiful woman calling herself Bright Light had single-handedly annihilated the swarm of sandworms that had descended upon the desert town.

Unseen, disregarding all notions of distance or perspective, she manipulated light to wipe out every last one of them.

"Peace to this town. And to the lovers, a night of fulfillment."

"Her sense of phrasing is kind of... something else."

The light spirit, appearing as a dark elf, let the lizardman's mutterings go in one ear and out the other.

"Hey, Heely, is she really a spirit?"

"U-um, well, she certainly feels very much like a spirit... but..."

"No way. Do you really think anyone other than a spirit could do something like that with magic?"

As Bright had suggested, there was almost certainly no one among the mages of the Celesta Army capable of directly killing sandworms through magic alone.

While there were spells to generate light and spells to generate fire, their weight in combat was strictly as support.

Given the limits of the power that could be summoned, the proper use was for heating blades or arrows, or for creating blinding flashes; ultimately, illusion magic remained the true protagonist of the battlefield.

To focus light to such a degree that it could tear a sandworm with its thick hide into pieces was a feat that required the precision of a hundred-man prayer and the specialized control of a high priest. It was blatantly obvious that she, performing such a feat with such ease, was no ordinary dark elf.

However.

"And now, lovers, please enjoy the rest of your evening."

"Why are you looking at us with such expectant faces?"

"Oh, don't be like that. I am a spirit, you know? My role is to bestow blessings. It is only natural that I wish you a wonderful night."

"Then why are you following us like it's the most natural thing in the world!?"

"Following? How rude. A companion on the road is a mercy of the world. The night has only just begun... Come now, Spirit of Water, you want to get intimate with him too, don't you? This is one of the two nights a year when the entire nation celebrates sexual love; there is no need for shame. If you two don't do it, then who will?"

"W-well, that's... yeah, I mean, it would be a shame if Gash wasn't feeling up for it just for tonight..."

"Hey, Heely, don't let her talk you into this. She's trying to follow us all the way to the inn. She's probably a leech."

The group was a highly unbalanced trio: a lizardman expressing blatant distrust, a dark elf praising eroticism with theatrical poses, and a half-elf who was, upon reflection, starting to feel tempted.

With the eyes of the constabulary and other warriors beginning to withdraw from the fierce battle with the sandworms upon them, Gash wore an expression only another lizardman could recognize—a slightly bitter look—as he turned back to face Bright.

"...Tch, fine. This is in thanks for your help. I'll treat you to a night at the inn."

"Hahaha, you needn't go that far, but since you put it that way, I suppose I can't refuse."

"............"

What a shady woman, Gash thought, but he didn't say it aloud, so he was safe. A lizardman's true feelings are difficult to discern.

---

"Hey, Gash."

"Hm?"

As Gash was cleaning his tomahawk for the first time in a while and organizing his belongings, Heely approached him.

"There's still quite a long time until dawn, isn't there?"

"I suppose..."

He slid the two tomahawks into their sheaths, sealing them with leather and chain. He couldn't leave them unsheathed in his pack.

Using his full-body reflexes as he had for the first time in a long while, Gash attempted to steady his racing heart through the habit of rhythmic breathing.

Not limited to lizardmen or beastmen, the adrenaline-fueled heart of a warrior is not easily calmed.

The technique of controlling one's mind—ensuring that leftover momentum does not lead to unnecessary violence, looting, or reckless pursuit—was an essential skill for a warrior to live uprightly, and for Gash, born into the warrior caste, it was a deeply ingrained habit.

However.

"...You're worked up, Gash."

"Well, yeah. Just wait a moment, I haven't calmed down yet... Hey!"

Even though Gash was in the middle of practicing the specific, deep-breathing method he had learned from his master—a technique requiring a strictly regulated sequence—Heely had suddenly leaned her body against his thick knee and, lifting his loincloth, began to grope his crotch.

For lizardmen, wearing human-style full-coverage lower garments is difficult due to the shape of their tails and muscles. Thus, they typically wear long loincloths that lightly cover the lower body; once lifted, the two penises characteristic of a lizardman are immediately revealed.

"...Mm, the blood is really starting to circulate again... slurp."

"Stop sucking on them, you idiot."

"Ehh—"

Tonight had been far too full of unexpected events—from wrestling with an ogre and the drunken festivities to an unplanned encounter with a sandworm and a strange light spirit.
Gash, being a hot-blooded man, knew all too well the importance of remaining calm when crises overlapped, precisely because of his own volatile nature. If even a fragment of that heightened, flighty excitement lingered, it could lead to unforeseen mistakes. That was exactly why it was vital to bring his own state of being back down to a minimum level of activity.

"It's such a waste to calm it down when it's already so hard..."

Healy was alternately sucking on the two penises with a delicious fervor, making wet, sucking sounds. It shouldn't have been something tasty at all, but as things had been heating up every night since then, he no longer even had to force her into oral service.

But now was not the time. A spark of violence still smoldered deep within his gut.
Having retired from the military immediately after meeting Healy, this was the first time since their beginning that he was engaging with her in such a state. Back then, he had been on the verge of total physical and mental exhaustion, and because he had no experience with intercourse with a human woman (or rather, a spirit), he had managed to get by; but now, having come to know every inch of Healy's body, he had no way of predicting what might happen.

"T-That's... that's a different kind of arousal, so if you stimulate it carelessly... ngh!"

"Nn... mm, mnn... ngh...♪"

Healy wasn't listening.
While one hand softly yet vigorously stroked one penis, she devoted herself to sucking the other. Occasionally, she would switch between the two, causing Healy's saliva to coat them both evenly. The lewd sounds and the sensation of being sucked dry were stripping Gash of his ability to think.
In inverse proportion to her focus, the hemipenes grew even more masculine. At their powerful, erect state, Healy let out a dazed, nasal moan.

"Nn, fuuh... mmp, ehehe... Gash, I'm getting in the mood now... ehehehe. Because you said tonight... you'd cherish me... that it's a night for lovers...♪"

"Healy...!"

"I'm Gash's lover... I am Gash's...!"

"Uooooh!"

Watching the spirit suck on the two penises as if they were exquisite confections, Gash's excitement reached a point of no return.
While trying to suppress the destructive impulse that had soaked into his thoughts like oil, Gash lifted Healy's body with somewhat rough movements, threw her onto the bed, and used his powerful fingers to tear and discard the clothes covering her.

"Kya—! Ga, Gash...!"

"Haah, haaa...!"

Gash could feel no lust whatsoever when looking at other humans or elves. But for some reason, no matter how many times he saw Healy's body, his blood boiled.
This slender neck, which joyfully swallowed Gash's seed.
These breasts—not unnaturally large, yet bountiful—which would capture the hemipenes to stroke them, occasionally rubbing both nipples against his urethra with a playful, shy grin.
This slender waist, this soft womb, which had been overflowed countless times with thick, syrup-like essence from the lizardman.
Even this small opening in the center of her soft buttocks knew the taste of Gash's seed.
The days when she would cry out in pain after being taken by Gash every night were long gone; now, she had come to joyfully surrender herself to the outbursts of this barbaric lizard-man's lust, and now, acting as his lover, she was seeking this very act of mating.
That fact drove Gash's reason to the brink of madness.

"Gash, ah... it's so big...!"

"Healy... Healy, Healy!"

Calling out the simple name he had given her over and over, Gash used his rugged hands to spread the girl's legs, clumsily and restlessly crawling forward to attempt insertion of the hemipenes.
Healy was not very wet. It was natural, as she had only been sucking on them. Usually, his pattern involved using his slender tongue to savor every corner of her genitalia, bringing her to climax so she would lack the strength to resist, but he did not have the luxury of such composure right now.
He wanted to thrust into her immediately.
He could not bear the thought of his penis not being inside the Healy before him. He could not feel at peace unless he was enveloped by the mucous membranes of this beautiful girl.
Driven by a passion that could only be described as irrational, Gash pressed forward against her opening.

Then, he thrust both penises into the genitals and anus simultaneously.

"Aiiih... G-gah... haah...!"

"Whoa, oh... it's so... warm...!"

"Ga-gush...!"

The forced entry into the unlubricated openings made Heely's face contort. However, despite her pained expression, Heely did not refuse Gush's recklessness. She had endured simultaneous double penetration several times before, and having incited Gush herself, she must have been prepared for this much.

Even so, she wanted to become one with Gush. Exposed to his intense lust, she wanted to return that affection and feel, with her very body, that they were lovers drowning in one another.

Sensing Heely's passion, Gush's members twitched with pleasure inside her two openings as he began to thrust.

"A-ah, ngh... ah, haah, G-Gush...!"

"Haah, haah... Heely, you're so warm, it feels so good...! Your intestines and womb... they're the best...!!"

"G-Gush's cock... is so big... and manly...♪"

"Ooooooh!"

Gush roared with renewed vigor at the sight of Heely, who was smiling desperately through her agonizing writhing. A little pre-cum overflowed, coating the inside of Hearies and making the thrusting slightly easier. In sync with this, Heely's smile shifted away from a painful performance of love toward one dyed in genuine pleasure and carnal desire.

Even if one is physically the incarnation of an immortal spirit, pain and pleasure follow the human condition; it was precisely because of this that she could feel it as true joy.

"Heely, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Heely! I'm gonna coat your womb and your ass in semen!"

"Haah, Gush...♪ Gush, Gushhh...♪"

Tossed about by Gush's increasingly violent thrusting, Heely called out his name with glazed eyes, expressing her ecstasy. Having lived her life drifting as a water spirit, she was now completely and deeply permeated by the joy of clashing passions with this one man.

She could no longer be apart from him. She did not want to be. Even if it were called a fall from grace, she wanted to love this lizardman intensely and be relentlessly violated forever.

That true nature of hers was written all over her form and her expression, until—

"Hmm, this is quite something..."

"!!"

"!?"

They both froze at the voice of the dark elf, who had crouched by the bedside without them noticing, watching them intently while stroking her flushed chin.

Both of them went rigid with extreme shock, and in that state, ejaculation began.

"B-Bright!?"

"Wh-Why the hell are you watching from there...!?"

"Well, you know, I am a spirit. If there are core elements nearby, walls don't mean much. Besides, personally, I've always wanted to see a spirit having sex."

As the beautiful woman spoke nonchalantly, the lizardman and the water spirit—still connected and continuing to ejaculate—raised their fists in protest.

"You could have just done it yourself!"

"Even if you're gonna peep, do it more subtly, you bastard!"

"G-Gush, is it okay for people to watch us!?"

"No, I'd prefer it if they didn't, but with your moaning, well... even if I tell you not to worry, sometimes it's just impossible."

"...Ugh, uuu..."

"Yes, yes, thank you for the show."

Bright pressed her hands together.

"...But, does it really feel that good?"

"...To be honest, sometimes I think it wouldn't be so bad to just be reincarnated as a half-elf and spend the rest of my life having sex with you, Gash."

"Don't go jumping straight into reincarnation, you idiot."

While Heely continued to spout such lovestruck nonsense even as her insides were being filled with his lingering heat, Gash simply gave her a blank stare and a light smack to the head.
Watching the two of them lost in their clumsy, passionate embrace, Bright could only manage a wry smile.
The two of them failed to notice him lick his lips.

The night of the Spirit Festival was drawing to a close.
The night, a privilege reserved only for lovers, was beginning to fade into dawn.

(To be continued)

The beauty who called herself Bright Light dramatically demonstrated her power by wiping out the entire swarm of sandworms that had attacked the desert town.

Unseen, she manipulated light without regard for distance, obliterating every last one of them.

"Peace to this town. A fulfilling night to its lovers."

"Her word choice is… something else," muttered the lizardman, his words dismissed by the dark elf-shaped light spirit as he tuned him out from right to left.

"Hey, Heili, is she really a spirit?"

"U-um, yeah, she feels super spirit-like… but…"

"Nah, there’s no way anyone other than a spirit could do that with magic."

As Bright said, at least none of the Celesta army’s mages could directly kill sandworms with magic alone.

There were spells to generate light or fire, but in combat, those were merely supplementary.

Considering the limits of generated power, the proper use was for heated blades and arrows, or blinding flashes—not tearing apart sandworms encased in thick hide. That required the level of control only achievable through a hundred-person prayer and a religious priest’s expertise. The fact that she did it with such ease made it clear she wasn’t just some dark elf.

But.

"Then, lovers, enjoy the rest of your night."

"Why are you looking at us like you expect something?"

"Oh, come on, I’m a spirit! My role is to bless! Wishing everyone a wonderful night is only natural!"

"Then why are you so casually tailing us as if it’s obvious!"

"Tailgating? How rude. Travelers help each other out. The night’s just beginning… Now, water spirit, you want to get busy with him too, right? It’s the night where the whole country celebrates love—there’s no shame in it! Who else is going to do it if you don’t?"

"W-well, that’s… yeah, I’d be shocked if Gash wasn’t into it tonight."

"Hey, Heili, what are you letting her talk you into? She’s trying to get you to follow her to the inn. Probably a con artist."

With the lizardman openly suspicious, the dark elf dramatically praising eroticism, and the half-elf almost getting convinced, they were an incredibly unbalanced trio.

With the military police and other warriors beginning to withdraw from the sandworm battle, Gash forced a slightly bitter expression only understandable to lizardmen and turned back to Bright.

"…Fine. Since you saved us, I’ll treat you to a night at the inn."

"Haha, you don’t have to go that far, but since you said it, I can’t exactly refuse."

"……"

What a suspicious woman, Gash thought, but he didn’t mutter it aloud, so it was safe. The lizardman’s true feelings were hard to read.

"Hey, Gash."

"Huh?"

As he tended to his tomahawks and organized his gear after using them for the first time in a while, Heili approached him.

"We’ve got plenty of time before dawn, right?"

"Yeah…"

He lined up the two tomahawks and sealed them with leather and chains. Couldn’t exactly pack them sheathed.

Using his reflexes for the first time in ages, Gash instinctively tried to calm his heightened emotions through breathing.

Not just lizardmen or beastfolk—anyone whose heart was aflame from battle couldn’t easily quell it.

To prevent that leftover energy from leading to unnecessary violence, looting, premature release, or reckless pursuit, controlling one’s heart was an essential skill for a warrior to live rightly. And for Gash, born into the warrior class, it was an ingrained habit.

"…You’re getting worked up, Gash."

"Yeah, well. Hold on a sec, I ain’t settled yet… Hey."

Just as Gash was trying to practice the breathing technique he learned from the Elder—strictly following the precise order of steps—he felt Heili collapse onto his thick thighs and immediately start fumbling with her loincloth, groping at his groin.

Lizardmen have trouble with human-style lower-body garments due to tail and muscle shape. So they just use a longer loincloth to lightly cover their lower halves, which can be flipped back to reveal the two penises that are characteristic of Lizardmen.

"…Yeah, blood’s flowing faster and faster… Aah."

"Don’t suck on it, you idiot."

"Ehh?"

Tonight was packed with unexpected stuff—an ogre sumo match, a booze-fueled brawl, a run-in with a sandworm, and some weird light spirit. Too much for one night.

Gash, being the hot-blooded Lizardman he is, knows that’s exactly why it’s important to stay calm when emergencies pile up. If even a little of that heated excitement lingers, you’re bound to screw up in an unexpected way.

That’s why bringing himself down to the lowest activity level is crucial—right now.
"But it’s so hard to get, and you’re gonna waste it…"

Chup, chup. Heili happily alternated sucking on his two penises.
It shouldn’t be appetizing at all, but ever since that night, she’d gotten so worked up every time that she didn’t even need to be forced into oral service anymore.

But this wasn’t the time. A spark of violence still smoldered deep inside him.
He’d met Heili and retired from the army soon after, so coupling with her in this state would be the first time since then.
Back then, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and had no experience with sex with a human (or rather, spirit) woman like Heili, so it had been manageable. But now that he knew every inch of her body… who knows what would happen?

"B-But it’s not just that kind of excitement, you know? If you stimulate me the wrong way…"

"Mmm… mmm, mmm…♪"

Heili wasn’t listening.
With one hand, she softly but intensely stroked one penis while eagerly sucking on the other. Occasionally switching between them, her saliva coated both evenly, and the lewd sounds and almost-extracting pleasure stole Gash’s ability to think.

In inverse proportion, his hemipenes swelled with virility. Heili let out a breathy moan at the powerfully erect shafts.

"Mmm, huff… hmph, ehehe… Gash, I’m getting horny… ehehehe. Because tonight, I’m gonna cherish you… I said it’s Lover’s Night, didn’t I…♪"

"Heili…!"

"You’re my lover… I’m Gash’s…"

"UOOOOH!"

The sight of the spirit hungrily sucking on his two penises like she couldn’t decide between fancy sweets sent Gash’s excitement skyrocketing past the point of no return.

Trying to somehow control the destructive impulse that had seeped into his thoughts like oil, Gash roughly lifted Heili’s body and threw her onto the bed, then violently shredded her garments with his strong fingers and tossed them aside.

"Kyaa, G-Gash…!"

"Hah, hah…!"

Gash couldn’t get aroused even a little by other humans or elves. But for some reason, Heili’s body made his blood boil every time he saw it.
This slender neck would gladly swallow his seed.
These unnaturally large but still shapely breasts would capture his hemipenes and stroke them, sometimes teasingly rubbing her nipples against his urethra.
This delicate waist, this soft womb, had been filled countless times with the Lizardman’s syrupy-thick essence…

Even the center hole of this soft ass knows the taste of Gash’s spirit.

Once tormented by Gash every night, writhing in pain—those days are long gone. Now, this girl willingly surrenders herself to the lustful outbursts of this savage lizard-man, her lover Taro, craving their coupling at this very moment.

That fact drives Gash’s reason mad.

“Gash, ahh… no, so big…”

“Hee-rii… Hee-rii, Hee-rii!”

Shouting his self-bestowed name over and over, Gash uses his rough hands to pry her legs apart, clumsily wriggling closer in an awkward scramble to insert his hemipenis.

Hee-rii isn’t very wet. Naturally, since he’s only been sucked on. Normally, Gash would let his slender tongue taste every inch of Hee-rii’s sex, bringing her to climax once so she couldn’t resist before violating her—but now, he has no patience for such leisurely acts.

He wants to force himself into Hee-rii immediately.

He can’t stand the thought of his penis not being inside the Hee-rii before him. He can’t find peace unless it’s enveloped by this beauty’s mucous membranes.

Driven by such unreasonable passion, Gash creeps toward Hee-rii’s hole.

And then, he simultaneously thrusts both his penises into her sex and anus.

“Aii… guh, haaah…”

“Uoo, oooo… ahh, so good…!”

“Gash uuu…”

The forced entry into her unwetted hole distorts Hee-rii’s face.

But even as she looks pained, she doesn’t reject Gash’s recklessness. She’s done double-penetration before, and by goading Gash, she must have expected something of the sort.

Still, she wanted to be one with Gash. Exposed to his fierce lust, she wanted to return his affection, to feel in her body that they were lovers drowning in each other.

That passion from Hee-rii reaches Gash, and he trembles with pleasure within her two holes, beginning to thrust.

“A, ahh, guh… ahh, haaaah, g-gash…”

“Haaah, haaah… Hee-rii, so warm, so good… your intestines and womb, the best…!!”

“…Gash’s dick is also big and manly…♪”

“OOOOOOOH!”

Gash roars with arousal at Hee-rii, who smiles desperately despite her strained expression.

A bit of precum leaks out, soiling her inside, making the thrusting slightly easier.

Matching that, Hee-rii’s smile shifts from a painful performance born of love to genuine pleasure and carnal desire.

Even if it were the physical embodiment of an immortal spirit, pain and pleasure still followed human nature—and that was why they could be felt as true joy.

“Hee-rii, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, Hee-rii! I’ll fill your womb and ass with sticky cum!”

“Haaah, Gash uuu♪ Gash, Gash uuu♪”

Hee-rii, tossed about by Gash’s increasingly rough thrusting, calls his name through hazy eyes, expressing her ecstasy.

Having lived as a water spirit, drifting through existence, she was now completely immersed in the joy of colliding passion with just one man, deep down to her very soul.

She can’t leave him. She doesn’t want to.

Even if they call it falling, she wants to remain intimately entwined with this lizard-man forever, eternally ravished by him.

That nature of hers, that true self, is revealed in her form, in her expression…

“Hmm, this is something else…”

“!!”

"!?"

The dark elf’s voice, now kneeling beside the bed with flushed cheeks as she stared intently while stroking her chin, made them freeze.

Both of them stiffened in extreme shock, and then—still frozen—they began to climax.

"B-Bright!?"

"W-Why are you watching from there…?!"

"Well, I’m a spirit, so walls don’t really matter when there’s elemental energy nearby. Plus, I’ve always wanted to see a spirit having sex."

The beautiful woman said it nonchalantly, and the lizardman and water spirit, still connected and continuing to climax, raised their fists in protest.

"Should’ve done it yourself!"

"If you were gonna peek, at least be more discreet!"

"A-Are you really okay with being watched, Gash?"

"Well, I’d rather not, but hearing your moans like that… sometimes, even if I tell myself not to care, it’s just too much."

"…U-uh…"

"Alright, alright, thanks for the show."

Bright clasped his hands together.

"But… is it that good?"

"…Honestly? Sometimes I think it wouldn’t be so bad to be reborn as a half-elf and just keep screwing Gash until we die."

"Don’t go jumping at reincarnation, idiot."

Heeily kept saying sweet nothings while still dumping residue deep inside her, while Gash just stared blankly before smacking her head.

Bright couldn’t help but smile wryly at the two of them—so affectionate yet so indecisible.

The tongue-licking was invisible to both of them.

The Spirit Festival night was almost over.

The lovers’ privilege of the night faded away.

(To be continued)

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)