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)

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)

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)

The beautiful woman who introduced herself as "Bright Light" used theatrical gestures to wipe out a swarm of sandworms that had attacked the desert town.

Without anyone noticing, she manipulated light without regard for distance or proximity, eliminating every last one of them.

"She will bring peace to this town. A fulfilling night to its lovers."

"Her sense of language is kinda... off, huh?"

The figure of a dark elf stood there, listening to the lizardman's muttering without paying attention.

"Hey, Healy, is this thing really a spirit?"

"Yeah, well, she does seem like a spirit... but..."

"Do you really think anyone other than a spirit could do something like that with magic?"

As Bright said, at least among the Celesta army's mages, there were hardly any who could directly kill or injure sandworms with magic.

There are spells for generating light and fire, but in combat, they’re mostly auxiliary.

Considering the limits of the power they can produce, it’s more appropriate to use heated swords, arrows, or blinding light. In the end, illusion magic becomes the main act on the battlefield.

Concentrating light to tear through the thick hide of a sandworm? That requires a hundred-level prayer and the specialized techniques of a religious priest to control it. It was clear that she wasn’t just a dark elf after casually pulling off something like that.

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Then.

"Alright, lovers, please continue to enjoy yourselves."

"Why are you looking at us with such hopeful eyes?"

"Oh, come on, I’m a spirit! My role is to bless you all! Of course I wish for a wonderful night!"

"So why are you following us so persistently?!"

"Following us? How harsh. Traveling companions are a part of life. The night has barely even started yet... Now then, spirit of water, don’t you want to get intimate with him too? It’s a night to celebrate love, a night when the entire country comes together. Who could stop you? Who else would do it if not you?"

"Well, um, yeah, I guess I’d be disappointed if Gash wasn’t in the mood tonight."

"Hey, Healy, what are you getting into? This guy’s trying to follow us all the way to the inn. Probably just looking for a handout."

The lizardman openly showed his distrust, while the dark elf struck an overly dramatic pose, praising eros with strange intensity. The half-elf, upon hearing this, began to feel a bit more inclined. It was an oddly mismatched trio.
With the constabulary and other warriors beginning to withdraw from their fierce battle against the sandworms, Gash made a wry face with a look only another lizardman could understand and turned back to Bright.

"...Tch, fine. Consider it a thank-you for saving me. I’ll treat you to a night’s stay."

"Haha, you don’t have to go that far, but if you insist, I can’t exactly refuse."

"..."

Gash thought to himself how suspicious the woman was, but he didn’t voice it out loud, so it was safe. It was hard to discern the true intentions of a lizardman.

"Hey, Gash."

"Huh?"

While Gash was taking care of his tomahawk, which he hadn’t used in a while, and organizing his belongings, Healy came over beside him.

"It’s still quite a while before dawn, right?"

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[Translator's Note]: This is a translation exercise for professional translators. Do not attempt to translate this unless you are a professional translator.

"So, then..."

He gathered two tomahawks, sealing them with leather and chains. He couldn’t just put them in his bag as they were.

For the first time in a while, Gash used his entire reflexes, trying to calm his excited heart by breathing, a habit he’d developed over time.

Whether it was lizardmen or beastmen, anyone with a heart fired up for battle couldn’t easily suppress their emotions.

The remaining energy needed to be controlled so it wouldn’t lead to unnecessary violence, looting, acting rashly, or going too far. This was an essential skill for warriors to live correctly, and for Gash, who was born into the warrior class, it was a deeply ingrained habit.

But.

"Gash, you're really worked up, huh?"

"Yeah. Just wait a bit longer, I’m not fully calm yet… Hey."

Just as Gash was in the middle of trying to replicate the breathing technique he’d learned from the master, strictly following a set rhythm and depth, Hilly leaned her body against Gash’s thick thigh and then lifted his loincloth, reaching for his crotch.

Lizardmen have trouble with covering their lower bodies like humans do because of their tails and muscle shapes. So they only wear long loincloths that lightly cover them, and when they’re lifted, the two penises characteristic of lizardmen are immediately revealed.

"...Yeah, blood’s really rushing through… Mmm."

"Don’t suck on it, you idiot."

"Eh?"

Tonight had been filled with unexpected events: a sumo match against an ogre, drinking with friends, and then the encounter with the sandworm. It was just too much.

Gash, being someone who tends to get carried away, knew the importance of staying calm in times of crisis precisely because of his tendency to lose himself.

If even a small part of that excitement lingered, it could lead to unexpected mistakes.

That’s why it was crucial to lower his activity level to the bare minimum for now.

"It’s such a shame to calm down when your arousal is this good…"

Heili, with a mouthful of semen from two penises, greedily sucked them in alternately.

They should not have been delicious at all, but after that night, the act of serving became so routine that it no longer needed to be enforced.

But now, things were different. There was still a smoldering fire deep within his stomach.

After meeting Heili and retiring from the military soon after, this was the first time in a while he had been with her in this state.

Back then, he was on the verge of physical and mental exhaustion, and since he had no experience with human women (or rather, with spirits like Heili), it was manageable. But now that he knew every inch of her body, he couldn’t predict what would happen.

"So, so, it’s not just that kind of excitement… if you stir things up too much…!"

"Mmm… mmm, mmm…♪"

Heili wasn’t listening.

While rubbing one penis with one hand, she passionately sucked on the other. Occasionally, she switched between them, her saliva coating both evenly, and the lewd sounds and the sensation of being drained away robbed Gash of his ability to think.

In contrast, the male organ grew more and more erect. Heili let out a sweet, breathy moan as it stood proudly, fully erect.

"Mmm, huff… mmm, hehe… Gash, you’re getting into it now… hehehe. After all, tonight is the night I’ll take care of you… I said it’s a lovers’ night…♪"

"Heili…!"

"Because I’m Gash’s lover… I, Gash’s…"

"Whoooa!"

Gash’s excitement was already beyond the point of no return, as he watched the spirit feverishly suck on both of his penises, treating them like high-end sweets, unable to tear his gaze away.

While trying to control the destructive impulses that had seeped into his mind like oil, Gash roughly lifted Healy’s body and threw her onto the bed, tearing off her clothes with his strong fingers and tossing them aside.

"Kyah, G-Gash…!"

"Heh, heh…!"

Gash couldn’t even feel a flicker of desire for other humans or elves, but somehow, Healy’s body kept making his blood boil no matter how many times he saw it.

This slender neck eagerly swallowed Gash’s essence.

These breasts, not unnaturally large but ample, captured and stroked his hemipenis, occasionally rubbing both nipples against his urethra to tease him.

This delicate waist, this soft womb, was repeatedly filled with the thick, leonine essence of the lizardman.

Even the center of her soft buttocks knew the taste of Gash’s essence.

Every night, Healy had been violated by Gash, but now she willingly surrendered to his savage lust. The girl who had once cried out in pain now sought this moment of mating with her lover.

The fact of it drove Gash's rationality to madness.

"Gash, ah... that’s so big...!"

"Hyii... Hyii, Hyii, Hyii!"

Repeating the simple name he had given her over and over, Gash spread open the girl’s legs with his clumsy hands, clumsily squirming closer to thrust his half-hard penis inside.

Hyii wasn’t very wet. Of course not—she’d only been sucking on it. Normally, he would take his time, using his slender tongue to savor every corner of her genitals, make her cum first to weaken her, and then take her. But there was no room for such luxury now.

He wanted to thrust into Hyii right away.

He couldn’t bear the thought that his penis wasn’t inside her. He couldn’t feel at ease unless it was enveloped in the beautiful girl’s mucous membrane.

Driven by an unreasonable passion, Gash pressed closer to Hyii’s entrance.

And then, with two penises, he thrust into her both her vagina and anus simultaneously.

"Ahii... gah, hah...!"

"Whoa, ooh... ah, that’s hot...!"

"Gash, ugh...!"

Forcing entry into a dry passage twisted Healy's face in pain.

But Healy didn’t refuse Gash’s recklessness, even if it made her look pained. She had done double penetration before, and once Gash had pushed her to it, she must have been prepared for something like this.

Still, she wanted to become one with Gash. Exposed to his intense desire, she wanted to return his affection and feel, through their bodies, that they were lovers drowning in each other’s love.

Gash could feel Healy’s passion, and he twitched with pleasure inside her, beginning to thrust.

“Ah, ah, ngh… ah, hah, Gash…!”

“Heh, heh… Healy, you’re so warm, it feels so good… your intestines and womb are amazing…!!”

“…………Gash’s cock is big and manly too…♪”

“Ooooooh!”

As Healy moaned in pain but managed to smile, Gash roared with renewed excitement.

A little pre-cum spilled out, staining Healy inside and making thrusting a bit easier.

Matching this, Healy’s smile no longer seemed like a painful act of love but was truly drenched in real pleasure and lust.

Even though Gash was the embodiment of an immortal spirit, pain and pleasure still followed human conventions, which is why they could be felt as genuine joy.

"Hyree, here it comes, here it comes! Hyree, I’m gonna fill your little bag and your ass with cum, make you all sticky!"

"Haaah, Gashuu♪ Gashuu, Gashuuu♪"

As Gash’s rough thrusts grew more intense, Hyree was overwhelmed, her body trembling as she called out his name through hazy eyes, expressing her joy.

She, who had lived as a water spirit, was completely immersed in the depths of her heart, overwhelmed by the joy of passionately uniting with just one man.

She couldn’t leave now. She didn’t want to.

Even if she were called fallen, she wanted to stay with this lizardman, loving him deeply and being ravished by him forever.

Her true nature showed in her expression, in her appearance,

"Mmm, this is amazing…"

"!!"

"Ahh!?"

Both of them froze, their bodies stiffening with shock at the voice of a dark elf who had crouched beside the bed, his face flushed as he stroked his chin and stared intently.

Both were so overwhelmed that they couldn’t move, and then, still in that state, they began to ejaculate.

Translator: "W-why are you watching me here...!?"

Translator: "Well, I’m a spirit. If there’s a nuclear element nearby, walls don’t mean much anyway. Plus, I kinda wanted to see what it looks like when spirits have sex."

The beautiful woman casually spoke as the lizardman and water spirit continued ejaculating while raising their fists in protest.

Translator: "You could just do it yourself!"

Translator: "If you’re going to peek, at least do it more respectfully, you jerk!"

[Gash]: "W-wait, is it okay for you to peek!?"

[Bright]: "Well, I’d rather not be watched, but... your moans are so loud that even if I tell you to ignore it, sometimes it’s just impossible."

Translator: "...Ugh, uhh..."

[Bright]: "Alright, alright, thank you for the meal."

Bright clasped his hands together.

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

"...Honestly, sometimes I think it’d be fine if I really got reincarnated as a half-elf and lived my life with Gash, doing naughty things until we die."

"Don’t suddenly decide to reincarnate, idiot."

Meanwhile, while still stubbornly spitting up remnants into the depths of her vagina and anus, Hiihi continued to say something sweet, while Gash just stared at her in confusion.

Even as they loved each other intensely, there was something oddly unsteady about the two of them that made Bright smile wryly.

The lick of his tongue went unnoticed by the two of them.

The night of the spirit festival was almost over.

The night of lovers’ privileges was coming to an end.

(To be continued)