Uncensored continuation of chapter 16 of Six Years Later


"Pixal…" He growled between kisses, following her as she guided him towards her bed. "you are gorgeous."

"And you are so powerful," She mewed. "I am like putty in your hands."

He could feel himself getting extremely excited about the position they were in, as she fell back onto the bed and encouraged him to go down with her. She was practically underneath him at this point, and this is exactly where she wanted to be. As he kissed her with great enthusiasm, she was filled with joy.

She genuinely believed that he had been sent to her by Kura-okami, that the kami had seen her sadness and remorse, and saw fit to give her this gift in place of himself. Zane put his arms around her and kissed her hungrily. This was just unbelievable. He was with his beloved Pixal once again, and she was somehow more beautiful and delicate than he remembered.

"Zander, will you take me?" She offered.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes," She swooned. "I want your love."

"I live to serve, Your Highness." He smirked, taking off his regal upper garments and tossing them aside.

He kissed her neck as he loosened the thin cotton yukata covering her body. He was very surprised to see that she wasn't wearing underwear, and he couldn't help but ponder her lack of female undergarments. Despite asking for his affection, she suddenly became quite shy as he saw her naked frame. She turned away from him, and her purple circuits glowed – not just on her face, but everywhere.

"Are you okay, Pixal?" He wondered.

"Please forgive my nervousness; no one but my ladies-in-waiting have seen me this exposed." She explained.

"That makes me feel incredibly privileged," He grinned. "that I have seen what even Kura-okami has not."

"May I… May I call you by his name?" She stuttered, her electronic blush reaching danger levels.

Zane paused.

"You wish to call me Kura-okami?" He tilted his head. "Is that not sacrilegious?"

"No, you misunderstand," She corrected him. "I wish to call you Zane."

"You may call me whatever you like," He nodded as he sat up and glanced at her seriously. "but I do not want you to look back and regret it."

Pixal also sat up and flashed a tranquil grin at him.

"You make me feel happy, and at peace," She began. "I have not felt this joyous or relieved or even-tempered since I lost him; as far as I am concerned, he sent you to me, and he wants me to find solace in you."

"You place me so highly, and I do not want to disappoint you, but I also do not want to take you from him."

"You are not taking me from him, if he is the one who sent you to comfort me," She insisted. "do you think it is a coincidence that you came to us on the eve of the sixth anniversary?"

"I would have come sooner if I could have." He confessed.

Pixal briefly stood up and allowed her remaining layers of clothing to fall to the floor. She then sat next to him on the bed, placed her lips upon his and enticed him into a sensuous French kiss. Just a few moments of their passionate embrace soon put him back in his eager state.

Zane had never done this before, but he had amassed a fair bit of research on the matter since he was put into his new body. A body which had more advanced capabilities than the standard body he was first placed in; his dreams were much more intense, and he was physically responding to those dreams in a way that even his original body was likely not capable of.

Pixal was also responding to his fervent kisses and strong hands as they explored her body, caressing the gel-soft outer coating with deliberate, incisive strokes. She was really enjoying the feel of him, especially as he sat so close that they were touching.

"Zane…" She moaned, falling back onto the bed.

"Pixal…" He smiled as she lay in a compromising position, welcoming him to her body in a way he had only ever dreamed of.

As she freely offered herself to him, he was reminded of the dream he had been having the night after his lord announcement. It was a very exciting dream, full of carnality and desire, and something he dare not repeat to anyone – not even Miru.

Zane gently stroked Pixal's parted legs, admiring their smoothness. He shuffled closer and slowly kissed her thighs, relishing in the subtle shudder that came with each kiss; she was very sensitive to the heat of his mouth as it brushed against her. In that moment, he decided to do something he'd seen himself doing in his dream: placing his mouth at the apex of sensitivity on her body.

"Ah-!"

Pixal's eye rolled back as his warm, wet tongue stroked her most intimate area. Zane marvelled at the sweetness; she tasted like the gin they had tried in the distillery earlier on, and he delved further with his tongue. It became obvious that she was not only soft inside, but also somewhat moist, getting slightly wetter with every broad stroke he gave her. Her moaning was downright lyrical, varying in tone depending on where he licked. Taking a chance, he placed one finger inside her, and the vocal response he received led him to ease in another finger.

Her hips were writhing as he played with her, exacerbated by him licking the small nub while his fingers reached a part of her that she didn't even know was there.

"Does this feel good, Your Highness?" He murmured.

She didn't answer, but the increasing pitch of her moans answered his question, as her movements became more reactive. She placed her hands above her head and arched her back, which he took to mean that she wanted some additional attention elsewhere. Zane ceased licking and repositioned himself. With one hand still inside her – massaging her dripping walls – he used his free hand to caress one of her plump breasts, and Pixal lewdly squeaked as he put his mouth over her nipple. He started slowly, circling her areola, and lapping it gently with his tongue, before gently nipping at it. Each nibble earned an aroused gasp from her, gasps which turned to moans as he smothered the round area with his tongue.

He looked at her face as he pleased her, thoroughly enjoying the lustful expression she made; her cheeks were overheating, and she wore a deliciously carnal smile. Pixal had not felt such pleasure before, but given the newness of her current equipment, it wasn't surprising. She was very unfamiliar with the idea of sexual gratification, and if it wasn't for Zander giving her hope of Zane's return, she may never have sought out this kind of physical upgrade.

"Oh, my gods," She panted. "I never thought this could feel so amazing."

"Have you never experienced this before?" He whispered.

"This is my first time experiencing it," She breathed heavily. "and it is absolute ecstasy."

She pushed her hips towards his hand as he rubbed the hidden gem with his thumb, and he realised she was getting close to her peak. Her panicked breathing and groaning became more and more high pitched, and he moved his fingers faster, feeling more moisture pool inside as he stroked. He was loving every sound she made; every bite of her lip, every lascivious glance she made in his direction, all contributed to the swelling he felt in his body.

He also noticed something unexpected – her external circuits began to glow brighter the closer she got to the edge of pleasure.

Zane drew her into another open-mouthed kiss and savoured this moment of passion like it was his last. Pixal's excited moans were muffled by his enthusiastic tongue wrestling with hers, until she felt herself reaching the threshold of delight, and broke the kiss to let loose a shrinking squeal from her throat; a sign that she was over the edge and now riding a wave of artificial endorphins.

Her circuits returned to their previous level of residual glow. He chuckled and gently removed his fingers from her body, licking the juices off them and growling happily; she was delicious. She gazed at him in love-struck awe, and Zane was happy to leave it at that – Pixal was satisfied, which is what he wanted – but it was obvious that she wanted more.

She teasingly raised her leg in the air and grinned wickedly at him.

"Oh, what it is to be treated to such exquisite sensations; thank you My Lord," She sighed flirtatiously. "you look like you're excitedtoo, perhaps my body can soothe your aching needs… Zane."

How could he resist when she said his name with such erotic intentions? Even if it was her projecting onto him, that was still his real name and he wanted her badly. He'd barely noticed his own body reacting to her squeals until she had mentioned it, at which point he saw the hardness disrupting the pleats of his hakama. He removed the last of his clothes and knelt before her. Those lusciously supple cheeks, her long, slender legs; the glistening area between them… he couldn't hold back anymore. He took his throbbing erection in his hand, and guided it amid her dripping, quivering lips.

Zane delicately used her flowing nectar to lubricate his sturdy weapon; she said herself that this was her first time, and he wanted to make sure he didn't hurt her. As he teased her centre for the juices to allow a smooth entrance, she whimpered and writhed at the feel of his tip stroking her folds. Pixal suddenly moaned as he initially probed inside – she was sensitive from her previous climax, but then she was overwhelmed by the sheer girth of him.

"You designed my new body, didn't you?" He asked impishly, as he slowly pulled out and thrust back in. "Did you make me this way on purpose?"

"The blueprints… were followed… exactly," She gasped between ecstatic moans. "I think… my upgrades… are flawed."

"You are flawless, Pixal," He breathed. "let no one tell you otherwise."

She observed him with an amorous, adoring expression; her eye was half lidded, her cheeks were flush with excitement, and she was intermittently biting her lip.

Pixal was blissfully enjoying the feel of him sliding inside her – so lubricated by her own juices that discomfort was a non-issue. With every thrust, she moaned and groaned in such a manner that made him even more excited. He too was losing himself to the pleasure of the situation, as her inner walls gripped him with every movement.

He bit his lip as he moved faster… holy hell she felt amazing… and her feminine squeals as he moved in and out… it was intense.

Zane leaned over to kiss her, and she responded in kind, putting her arms around his neck, and pulling him as close as possible; she wanted to devour him. Even as they were locked together at the mouth, her muffled moaning was encouraging him to go harder; deeper, as her vocalisations matched the flow of his movement. As he moved faster and became more desperate, so was the erotic groaning that escaped from her purple-painted lips.

So, this is what it feels like… He thought as he firmly held her hips and frantically plunged into her. To have sex with someone…

Much of what he knew of human sex rituals before this encounter had precious little impact on him, especially once he found out he wasn't human. He never expected to feel this kind of frenzy, this aching desire to plunder and savage and relish the body of someone else; this deep, craving hunger to taste – to savour – the intimate parts of a mutual sexual partner.

It was an awakening for him, and he wondered what it was like for her: his precious, beloved Pixal. Did she feel the same level of thirst for his love, as he felt for hers? Was she enjoying this as much as he was? Her squeals and gasps of delight indicated to him that she was revelling in the spikes of emotional and physical desire, to say nothing of how freely her juices flowed as he prodded and provoked her body with his lower appendage, but still he wondered.

He could feel himself going dizzy as her walls pulsed and tightened against him. He recognised the increasing glow of her circuits, and soon noticed that his own external circuits were also lighting up.

"Pixal," He panted. "I can sense an oncoming tipping point, but I don't know what will happen."

"Don't stop, Zane," She squeaked. "it's okay, give me your love."

Zane didn't even have a chance to reply, as he felt himself tumbling over the edge. A tsunami of electromagnetic waves washed over them both, as his knees weakened and he dropped beside her onto the bed, both of them panting and writhing with pleasure. He pulled her close as they each went through several system reboots.

When the storm was over, the glow had dissipated again, and they lay wrapped in each other's arms for a few minutes.

"Oh Zander," She whimpered as she kissed him. "that was incredible."

"This is how I would love to spend the rest of my life." He affectionately pressed his forehead to hers.

"Me too…" She said, as she yawned and swiftly drifted off to sleep.

"Pixal?" He asked, shaking her a little.

Pixal was out cold, as evidenced by the delicate snores that came from her. Once he regained some stability in his legs, he got up from the bed, and approached the black door.

He opened it to see a bathroom, as he originally theorised, and a sprawling one at that. He retrieved a towel from a silver rail and what appeared to be another cotton yukata, apparently left to dry over the large bathtub. He deftly ran the towel along her body, and helped her into the fresh, dry sleepwear, then draped the covers over her. Zane then gave himself a once over with the towel, as he too was damp from the excitement. He then gathered all the cushions into a pile by the bed. Regardless of their physical assignation, he felt like his place by her side should remain on a humbler scale.

He collapsed onto the stack of cushions and held her hand, and soon he was drifting into a dreamless sleep. Then he felt something shaking. He opened his eyes and looked over to see Pixal shivering. He leapt to his feet and tried to soothe her, but no matter what he tried, she continued shaking as though she were frozen… Until he got onto the bed and snuck under the covers. With the mere touch of his hand, the shivers slowed to a stop. Pixal shuffled close to him and snuggled in.

"Zane..." She mumbled.

"It's Zander, actually." He corrected.

"Same thing." She uttered mid-yawn.

In retrospect, maybe letting her use that name was a mistake. He may as well have drawn red concentric circles on his forehead. Hopefully, she only meant to use it in this context and would continue to use his pseudonym until he was able to prove himself.

What if, in all seriousness, she really knew who he was? The more he thought about it, the more everything seemed suspiciously weighted in his favour; the room he was given, being made a lord, getting a customized body, being given the heart that she'd previously found at his father's home, having a party for him where she was practically by his side the entire night.

Even now, where she had invited him to her bedroom and gave herself to him so willingly; and wanted to call him by his real name when he had gone by a pseudonym this entire time.

The only thing that had not been made easy for him was the battle with Lloyd.

"Do you know who I am?" He whispered.

Of course, she did not respond, but he gazed at her sleeping form and smiled. Pixal – his beloved, his sole reason for coming back – was curled up close to him, her head rested in the crook of his neck, with one hand on his chest and the other draped on his waist. He kissed her soft, silver hair and decided to join her in restful slumber.