Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 376: Arc 5, - 70: Void in the Shadows

*Warning, this Chapter contains smut*

"A-apologies," Tiffany’s hands retracted.

Fumeko’s closed eyes opened and purplish-black shadows glimmered in them. Her gaze was slanted up, "Why are you apologizing, who asked you to stop?" she said through whispering breaths.

"I-I just thought I was being a l-little," the blonde’s hands floated over to the other’s arms.

"Hard? I don’t care," Fumeko replied and leaned closer, while Tiffany slipped her fingers underneath the brunette’s jacket and disrobed her of it.

Fumeko’s fingers drifted over the blonde’s shoulders as they pushed the hair back and went down the middle of her chest, tugging the strapless dress in the same motion.

Her fingers dipped further in, pressing into Tiffany’s skin as Fumeko pulled down her inner bra and everything else, exposing the blonde’s blatantly aroused breasts.

Tiffany let out a murmur—the dress somewhat restraining around her waist the way it was. Fumeko stared for a moment... Her fingers poked and gently pressed the soft flesh, making the other bend further in.

Although she was clearly blushing, even if she could blame it on the pink moon, the brunette’s eyes glazed over, "You were definitely blessed in one department," she pinched.

"Ow! Bit rough."

"Obviously." Fumeko’s gaze never shifted and her eyelids opened little by little as both her hands kneaded and played with the mounds of skin and the pinks of her nipples would perk up even harder, needing desperate attention.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tiffany glanced down with a bit of a moan—her hands practically immobilized on Fumeko’s shoulders.

Fumeko stopped the dumbfounded grin that was forming on her lips and instead kept it a smirk. "Just a couple more minutes, your tits are fun... and so squishy."

Tiffany smiled and darted her eye away, "Y-you may continue..." Her chest rose and fell with every breath.

"Can I... kiss them?" Fumeko could not take her eyes off of them—then her brows furrowed.

"Proceed..."

"What happened?" Fumeko interrupted as she examined the flesh on the inner side. A faded scar went over where her heartbeat rang, and Fumeko placed a finger against it—it was just a little longer than her finger.

"Oh..." Tiffany looked down and her eye closed halfway, "Once, much younger, I casted m-my spell in a way that ruptured a rib and almost p-punctured my lung."

"You didn’t find a healer?"

"Hmh... Healers are expensive and the orphanage didn’t exactly want to pay more. S-sorry if it’s unappealing..."

"N-no, I could barely see it," Fumeko shook her head and she gulped. "Hey... if we’re gonna, you know... Mind zipping down my dress...?"

"O-of course not," Tiffany took her hands and, readied them as if it was some procedure.

Fumeko stood up and turned around with her face twisting in a mix of lust and anxiousness. Tiffany took hold of the white zipper at the back of her dress and dragged it down.

The dress loosely fell, but still held on to her form. Fumeko with a sigh of relief, stripped herself of her dress, leaving her in a simple black undershirt and black boxers.

As the dress fell and crumpled up on the floor, shadows appeared and Fumeko blinked away. Tiffany, a little startled, looked to her right.

There she noticed, under the direct pink moonbeams from the window, stood Fumeko with her back to the blonde—both her arms crossed forward.

Going down past her black undershirt, across her back, starting from waist and patching up towards her abdomen were scars of faded red against her otherwise pale skin.

Some odd patches of scars, with rivers of normal skin passing through—all stretched out with age. It seemed to incline to her right side more and some scars went down her waist as well.

Going down her right side, a few scars patched down and trailed into the waistband of her boxers, onto her right cheek. "If you’re worried about yours, I think you shouldn’t..."

Fumeko turned, silent as a mouse and her eyes down; she showed her stomach, which had scars hugging around from her back, but they were much fainter and barely noticeable, none even coming close to her navel.

The only truly visible burn scars in the front were under her right arm, below the undershirt. Beyond that, was a petite form with soft-looking thighs and a shy girl gazing at her socks. "If you think I’m unappealing..." she did not even glance up to see her reaction.

Tiffany’s brows creased up, "Was one ever so shallow?" While there was some initial shock, her expression worn was more sympathy than anything else.

"Well, you are as pretty as doll; you’re all about makeup and the latest fashion and posh clothes..." the brunette slowly walked up to her.

The blonde, stared for a moment too long perhaps. She then spoke with her eye fixed to the other’s, "I think you’re the same lovely girl I’d want to bed tonight," she uttered without pause.

With her arms still folded in one another, Fumeko gave a small smile, "Thanks..." she blushed. "They bothered me a little while ago, but I don’t think as much anymore. They’re from the fire."

"I’m sorry to hear that," Tiffany closed the distance and took Fumeko’s hand with the hand that had still a corsage in it. "I don’t mind at all—if you still want me. If you don’t want to, continue..."

Fumeko held the hand back and pushed herself forward, swooping Tiffany into a kiss. The brunette’s head nestled into Tiffany’s neck and she hushed against her skin, "I’ve wanted this for a long time," an experience she never thought she would have.

"I always hoped. So, don’t stop now," Fumeko’s heated breath blew into her neck as her lips pressed into it.

"I w-won’t," the blonde murmured into the air and placed her hands on Fumeko’s waist. Fumeko let out a little squeak in response, but settled into her grasp.

She wanted to feel her breasts press against her more, but the brunette opted to shift away slightly and begin undressing the blonde in haste.

"Slowly, there’s a dozen pins and needles in here."

She continued to unwrap Tiffany’s garments, with her aid as well. The tugged on lacy red bra had to fall off with the unclasping of a few hooks, which Fumeko had to feel and figure out with her fingers alone.

With the drop of a tight corset, Fumeko now beheld a shapely figure of pale white skin and a somewhat damp red undergarment that finely accentuated her lap. "Lucky me," the brunette muttered.

"Your turn," seeing Fumeko’s excitement, the blonde grew a little bolder. She placed her fingers and squashed down on the two spikes poking through the brunette’s undershirt.

Fumeko winced. Tiffany grabbed the undershirt by the hem and lifted it up, revealing the near-flat chest of Fumeko. There was slight curvature to each, allowing them to have shade from the pinkish moonlight-

"I’m well aware okay, don’t stare at them like that," she hushed in mild annoyance.

"Tis nothing to be ashamed of, they are quite the lovely pair," Tiffany cupped under and traced the brunette’s small breasts, pushing them up lightly.

Each thumb occupied a darkish-pink nipple and ran soft circles. Fumeko’s thighs squeezed together as she let out tight-lipped moans. Her back lurched back and forth a tad.

"That’s how you should’ve done it, not by avoiding mine entirely," Tiffany complained.

"I’ve never done this before you little- hngh..."

"Rude little brat, how dare you..." Tiffany toyed with her nipples and let her hands wander around her chest for longer, till Fumeko’s boxers exposed her arousal.

The back of Fumeko’s knees hit the bed and she was forced to take a seat whilst Tiffany looked down at her like she was fresh prey.

The blonde bent forward and pulled down Fumeko’s boxers. The brunette panted in response—her heartbeat could not be contained in her chest with her bare body being displayed.

Tiffany, a bit fascinated herself, traced a few fingers along the outer lips of the brunette, through dark brown hairs. Her fingers had to spread it open to let air skim against her mostly hidden inner layers.

Fumeko’s hands were glued to the bed, scrunching up the bedsheets in her grip. Her puffed up and aroused sex was being examined by another—much of her face reddened, alongside her ears and the bridge of her nose.

To the brunette’s surprise—or relief—Tiffany stood up and stripped her panties off with a kick of one leg. Her own arousal easily had wettened her up and allowed one or two glistening droplets to make their way down her thigh.

Fumeko’s eyes scanned down the blonde’s navel and her eyes paused at the crotch. A few of her bits poked out, but what she noticed was the cleanly shaven lips of her date.

An odd sense of, fear? Dread? Some, nervous emotion dripped into her chest and Fumeko’s toes curled in. Was this something that Tiffany did because it was Tiffany? Or something special she did for the occasion? How much more prepared was she?

Before the thought or anxiety could process, Fumeko was faced with the blonde up close and she gulped. Tiffany straddled the brunette’s lap and kissed her—soft at first, but Fumeko’s lips parting slightly was enough of an invitation for the blonde’s tongue to slide in.

Tiffany’s arms wrapped around the other and her knees sunk into the bed as her groin pushed against Fumeko’s flat yet squishy stomach.

Only able to bear her weight for so long, the brunette toppled onto the bed. Tiffany continued to play with her tongue, driving the brunette further into a winded moan while they shared the same breath.

The two shuffled further into the bed and embraced one another, falling on their sides. Eventually deciding she had enough of a taste of the brunette, Tiffany yearned to taste her elsewhere.

The blonde lifted her head up and fell onto the opposite side of where she was, allowing her access to push her head in between Fumeko’s thighs.

Supple they were, but tense as Fumeko squeezed them together out of unease. A small gasp escaped her lips, in reaction to Tiffany running her tongue along her thighs, planting soft kisses.

Fumeko’s view was of the thighs and crotch of the blonde, which had her heart in a twist... But as Tiffany continued to pamper her thighs, the brunette was forced to yield and let her legs open up.

Fumeko did not even get a moment to ease, before Tiffany pushed her head in between and latched onto her wet entrance, her tongue eagerly lapping at it.

With nothing to brace herself on, Fumeko flinched and grabbed Tiffany’s rear end in both hands without hesitation. Her fingers dug in deep, while the brunette whimpered to the sensation.

The blonde was prompted to bring her crotch in closer, till Fumeko had nothing else to face but the wet lips in front of her that lingered with some flowery smell, mixed in with a salt-like scent.

Her brows furrowed and her ever-darting eyes examined every millimetre of her crotch. Her mind was racing as it is- She simply took the plunge and shoved her head in between.

Tiffany shook for a moment and held onto Fumeko’s thighs, whilst Fumeko’s moans played against her crotch and with her tongue out wide, ate her out.

Both moaned softly into each other as the bedsheets crumpled in. Fumeko tasted some sweetness mixed with salt—her tongue pushed in deeper, into the blonde’s entrance and she closed her eyes-

Tiffany gave one last lick to the brunette’s lips and shifted her head back to catch a breath. Fumeko paused and glanced down, now feeling the sweat forming all across her body.

"Mind getting on your pillow?" Tiffany panted.

Fumeko gave a small nod and took her hands away from kneading at the other’s ass. She eyed the top of her bed and blinked; shadows switched her position, now with her head lying on the pillow.

Tiffany clambered onto the brunette and mounted her, lifting her leg up to aid in pressing their privates against each other with a squelch—Fumeko squeaked.

The blonde let go of her leg and leaned forward, baring her breasts that fell onto the brunette’s chest. With their legs intertwined, Tiffany began rocking her hips back and forth, much to both their pleasures.

Fumeko’s hands lied on the bed, while Tiffany’s arms pushed down on either side of the brunette’s head. Tiffany’s rose-like perfume kicked up and all Fumeko saw was blonde strands of hair cascading down atop of her.

As beads of sweat spread themselves against each other’s skin and their crotches rubbed against each other... Fumeko’s brows furrowed—the blonde moaned much more than her.

The pink moonlight glittered in, but barely lit up each other’s expressions well enough for the other to truly see. Fumeko was certainly aroused, her wetness and hardened nipples could attest to that.

However, she watched the blonde on top of her... and felt... well, she was not quite sure. Suddenly it hit her how fast this all was; perhaps the sex was past the forty minute mark now, but everything else felt fast.

Gradually, Fumeko’s mind began to wander off elsewhere; it was a fun night, was it not? Even now, she had lost her virginity and a pretty girl was grinding against her feverishly. So, why? What was the matter? What was she not able to figure out...?

"Ngh! Hnk!!"

She missed it. Her eyes regained some sense of reality as she watched Tiffany tremble and come to a climax on top of her. The blonde huffed, sweated and her body shuddered, releasing a small stream of her fluids that mixed with Fumeko’s.

"Uuh-" Her brown brows furrowed even more and she gave out a faked moan. She closed her eyes and rocked her hips as it glid against Tiffany’s labia.

Fumeko shook and convulsed of her own conscious accord and she let out a loud whine. Her petite form came to rest and she took deep breaths as she glanced up to Tiffany’s bluish-grey eye—and forced a smile.

The weary Tiffany smiled back and fell, landing her head next to Fumeko’s head. "That was... amazing," the blonde whispered and kissed Fumeko’s ear before her eye began to drift into slumber.

"Yeah..." the brunette felt the sweat dance down their skin and her chest squished against Tiffany’s large breasts as her arousal died down...

"I yearned for nights like this. I can’t wait to see what there is to explore with you detective," a tiny vivacious laugh said to her ear.

...

...

"Tiff... I, I don’t wanna lie to you. I didn’t, you know. I didn’t actually, finish," Fumeko muttered after a minute or so.

"Hm? Then why-"

"Sorry. I don’t wanna make you feel bad."

Tiffany took a pause... "Then allow oneself to pursue till thy satisfaction," she raised her head and moved off of Fumeko’s body.

"No, you don’t have to-"

"I’m not going to let my first time end like this. Just open your legs, I know how wet you already are," Tiffany held the brunette’s knees.

...

Fumeko raised her legs and opened up, before Tiffany lowered her head and poked her entrance with a finger; Fumeko twitched. Tiffany spread open her lower lips and blew a hot breath against it.

Fumeko’s clit began to harden and enlarge, seeming to pick up where it was left off. Seeing it, the blonde lapped against her hardened nub and back to moaning Fumeko went, unable to contain it.

These little moans she let out however, were real. Tiffany took no pause as she keenly focused on gliding her tongue up and down, tasting her as she did.

Her lips wrapped around and latched onto her puffed up lips; Fumeko’s hips buckled and she watched Tiffany. The blonde suckled down on her clit.

Fumeko got used to the sensation as her arousal began to heighten once more—the blonde could tell by the taste on her tongue. Tiffany eyed up to watch Fumeko fall into pleasure.

Little did Fumeko expect, low vibrations to hum against her clit. She looked down as Tiffany began to release soft echoes against her crotch, in unison with her licks and sucking...

With the look of nigh-worship in between her thighs, the sensations against her sensitive privates and her head flustered, it could hardly not cause the detective to- "NGAH!"

Her hands gripped the bedsheets and her body juddered. Her thighs squeezed around Tiffany’s head as much as they could. As much as she tried to contain it, Fumeko mewled and gasped for breath loudly.

Eventually, the satisfied Tiffany brought herself up and lied on the brunette’s chest. "Was that fake?" Tiffany knew the answer, but still asked as she closed her eye.

"Obviously not..." Fumeko was still catching her breath somewhat.

With a light giggle, Tiffany began drifting asleep, uncaring for the sweat across her form, the taste lingering on her lips or even her eyepatch—Fumeko’s heartbeats sang her a lullaby.

Some minutes passed and Fumeko’s hands had wrapped around the sleeping blonde on her chest. She shifted herself up a little and pulled her black undershirt back down.

She wiped away the hair stuck to her face in sweat and looked ahead. Her fingers drifted along the blonde’s back and pressed a bit deeper into her shoulder blades.

Tiffany hummed in response in her sleep. Fumeko continued to twirl blonde locks of hair that had lost their spiralling shape.

She watched the pink moonlight lighten and lighten in hue from her window whilst Tiffany rested upon her stomach. Her brows furrowed into thought...

The night was not in ruin. She even felt ecstasy and intimacy in the end. Tiffany was pretty, dressed and naked, and was a great partner in bed—not that she had much to compare against... So, why?

She whispered to herself, looking ahead, "I’ve wanted this for a long time...?"