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)