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)