Uncensored version of the first part of chapter 23 of Six Years Later


It was 7pm, and Pixal stood in front of the floor-length mirror in her bedroom, while Hanasu went about undoing the regal layers of silk and satin. As she draped the kimono and obi over a nearby chair, and set about removing the cotton under-kimono, Hanasu found herself suitably impressed by how neatly the garments had been placed on the Shogun's dainty form.

"You did very well to change clothes by yourself," Hanasu admired. "typically, you require my assistance in dressing for formal events."

"Well, I did have external support." Pixal sighed happily, recalling how Zane had helped her earlier on.

"Are you quite alright, Your Highness?" Hanasu wondered. "That was a most weighty sigh."

"I am very tired," Pixal admitted. "it has been a long day."

"Indeed," Hanasu agreed, nodding enthusiastically as she selected a purple chemise. "it must have been quite a shock to learn that your new lord was in fact Kura-okami."

"Yes, but it was also a great relief," Pixal beamed. "having him back is a dream come true."

"I really should apologise again, for my hand in the deceit." Hanasu bowed and humbly handed her the jersey sleepwear.

"I appreciate that you and the other Senses were being considerate of my feelings, and I for my part should apologise for reacting the way I did." Pixal pulled the garment over her head and adjusted the fabric with her hands, then leaned over to give Hanasu a brief hug.

Hanasu never used to like being touched, not even by those she knew, but it all changed after that system update. Where once she might have flinched or recoiled, she now enjoyed being hugged. It was a very strange occurrence to go from disliking contact to outright relishing the closeness within a moment's notice.

She picked up a sheer black kimono robe and draped it about Pixal's shoulders, holding it so she could put her arms into the sleeves.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Who goes there?" Hanasu fiercely demanded in a loud voice. "Her Imperial Highness demands you identify yourself!"

"It is I, Kura-okami," came the voice on the other side of the door. "I have come to offer Her Highness my company."

Hanasu used her limited scanning ability to check the veracity of that statement and found that it was, in fact, the Master of Ice who had knocked. She approached the door and opened it, bowing to welcome him inside.

"Her Imperial Highness is most pleased to welcome you into her private quarters, Your Grace." Hanasu said.

"Please, call me Zane." He smiled.

"Surely not!" Hanasu snorted. "To address you by your first name is sacrilegious! But if 'Your Grace' makes you uncomfortable, you may select another title."

"Perhaps we should stick to 'Lord Zane'; that's what the Ladies of the council decided on," Pixal mentioned as Zane bowed to her. "I'm so glad you came to see me."

"Your Imperial Highness," Zane said demurely. "thank you for accepting me into your embrace."

Zane knelt before Pixal and softly took her hand to place a gentle kiss on it. He gazed at her with half-lidded eyes and smiled at her adoringly.

"Well, I shall make myself scarce," Hanasu declared. "I have a prior engagement to attend with Mr Lucas and Mr Croft."

She bowed to them, and walked out the door, closing it tightly behind her.

"You do not need to kneel in my presence," Pixal giggled. "let alone in such a private setting."

"How can I not, when the very premise of being alone with you again brings me to my knees?" Zane murmured.

"You flatter me too much." She blushed.

"Impossible," He retorted. "after all your hard work, you deserve to be complimented even more!"

In one swift motion, Zane suddenly scooped her up in his arms as he leapt onto his feet. Pixal started giggling again, especially when he began to spin around the room with her.

His heart swelled at the joy on her face and the sound of her laughter. He slowed down gently and continued to hold her even as he came to halt, knowing that she would be quite dizzy from the burst of energy he displayed.

"My apologies, I was so excited to finally be able to embrace you as myself – not under the guise of 'Zander'." Zane said sweetly, stroking her hair.

"No need to apologise," Pixal insisted as her double vision finally cleared. "you were already making me giddy and light-headed, though for different reasons."

He wrapped his arms around her – his long haori sleeves enveloping her dainty frame – and leaned his head on her shoulder. She nuzzled his cheek and embraced him, pulling him so close that she could feel the pulsation of his heart matching hers, beat for beat.

"There are not enough words in existence to accurately say how much I missed you," She mumbled, a single tear rolling down her face. "or how thankful I am that you are back."

"I love you, Pixal." He whispered.

She hugged him even tighter, and the tears began to fall more freely.

"I love you too," She squeaked in such a high pitch that he only just heard it. "oh Zane, please reassure me that this is not a dream; it feels too good to be true."

He pulled away just enough to press his forehead to hers.

"Only if you will do the same for me," He bartered, brushing his hand through her silky silver hair. "I have been troubled by such a thought since I first returned."

Pixal's green eye glittered in the low lighting as she looked at him tenderly. Ever so softly, with a moment of hesitation, she closed her eye and firmly pressed her lips against his. This is what Zane was secretly hoping for, another delicious kiss from his beloved.

As he resolutely kissed her in return – savouring the moment in every way possible, from the softness of her mouth to the scent of cherry blossoms on her synthetic skin – he felt the same euphoria that he felt when they first met; an inexplicable burst of happiness that blindsided him and intensified with every minute that they were together.

"Oh, my angel…" She breathed as they parted. "I'm so excited! You are finally here for the festival that I created for you!"

"I'm honoured," He beamed. "and now I am back, I assume this will be the last one."

"It doesn't have to be," She stroked his arm. "we can repurpose it to celebrate that you are back, or to mark a new era of peace."

"A new era of peace," He repeated. "yes, I like that."

"You can rule beside me, and it will be perfect." She bit her lip.

"Anything for you."

Zane hugged her tightly, so much that he hoped they could merge and never be separated again. Something Pixal also must've felt, going by how firmly she hugged him back.

"If only I were not trying to conserve my energy," He murmured. "I would love to have you again, as I did last night."

"I always find that having a nice, hot bath is very replenishing," She baited, her face glowing. "perhaps you would like to join me?"

"How can I say no to such an invitation?"

Pixal took Zane's hand and led him over to the black door. She opened it and smiled at him proudly, while he stood in awe of the atmosphere she had created.

There were LED candles strategically placed around the room, and the scent of orange blossom pervaded the air. The sprawling bathtub was filled with steaming hot water, and flower petals rested on the water's surface. Beside the bath were two stacks of fluffy, white towels, and an ottoman, upon which was a steel, bathtub-shaped beverage cooler; filled with ice and several bottles of soft and hard drinks.

Zane turned to her with a demure smile.

"Evidently you were expecting me."

"I knew you would come; we've been apart for long enough." She purred.

Closing the door behind them, she removed the sheer kimono and jersey chemise she wore and placed them neatly on a small shelf above a radiator. As if hypnotized, he also got undressed, taking off his gi and hakama and putting them to one side.

He followed her into the bathtub, reacting to the delighted groan she made as she settled into the hot water with a deep growl. He too made a sound of satisfaction as the soothing waters enveloped his body, and once he was happily sitting with his arms resting on the rim of the tub, she sat in his lap.

"Hmm, the water is lovely, isn't it?" She stated. "I've become quite accustomed to this temperature."

"It is most enjoyable," He stroked her shoulder. "but it is all the better with the right company."

"Would you like a drink?" She offered. "I love hot baths, but they tend to make me very thirsty."

"Just a soft one, please," He requested. "there will be plenty of time for alcohol after I have conjured the blizzard."

Pixal leaned over the edge of the bathtub to get a drink from the steel cooler, and Zane admired the steam as it rose from her body, unable to stifle an excited growl as he noticed several water droplets roll down her curves.

She was mildly startled by the sudden sound, but she continued with opening two bottles of ramune soda and passed him one.

"This is my favourite," She smiled as she sat in his lap once more. "it is sweet but not overpowering."

"I have come across this type before," He noted, taking a swig from the bottle. "mmm, it appears to have been improved in my absence."

"There have been two new flavours released also." She nodded.

"Let me guess; cherry and peach?" He baited.

Pixal giggled.

"I might have leaned on the company a little," She confessed. "but I'm told that both flavours have exceeded expectation, even in such a competitive market."

"You're so cute when you talk business," He mentioned as he kissed her forehead. "and I do not mean that to be patronising; you seem to take great joy in your professional dealings."

"Thank you," She leaned back on his chest. "I liked to keep busy as much as possible – if I had excess time to think, I would quickly become melancholy because of how much I desperately missed you."

Zane wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her to the point that she was pressed firmly to him. Pixal sighed as she shuffled her shoulders, savouring the feel of his sturdy muscles against her back. His warmth was so comforting that she began to purr and rumble appreciatively. The heat of the bath water, the smoothness of his arms as they held her, the flickering of the LED candles… it was just perfect.

However, she soon noticed an additional hardness that was not there before. She wiggled her hips gently, and his excited growling told her what the sudden hardness was.

"Angel, have I stimulated you?" She innocently asked, looking up at him.

"You have," He gazed at her with a heated expression. "but I am hoping it will ease on its own."

"That is unlikely, not without release." She murmured.

"Release requires me to expend energy, and I need to preserve my energy to summon the blizzard."

"There is another way…" She baited, biting her lip. "I have never done it before, but I could try."

At first, he didn't understand what she meant, but it soon dawned on him what she was referring to.

"I couldn't ask you to do that," He shook his head. "you are the Shogun."

"And you are the patron kami of New Ninjago, it would not be untoward for me to pay tribute to you in that manner," She turned around so she could look him in the eye. "and it would be hypocritical not to give you this kind of attention when you did it for me."

"I would argue that those were different circumstances, I wanted to please you and show you how much I loved you…" He countered. "…and I have just realised that argument is null and void because even when the roles are reversed, it is ultimately the same circumstances."

Pixal nodded at him victoriously, as she changed her position and sat next to him. She reached for his rock-hard appendage, and began to rub him up and down, immediately eliciting a vocal response. His legs occasionally twitched and he lightly grunted as she stimulated him. She was enjoying this, being able to pleasure him as he had done for her; more than that, she enjoyed the faces he was making. He was intermittently biting his lip and briefly closing his eyes with every stroke of his shaft.

"You have such delicate hands, my darling Shogun." He growled.

"They are honoured to serve you," She murmured. "my hands, my body, my mind; I offer them all to you, kami-sama."

Zane put his hand on her cheek and swiftly took her mouth with his, loving the taste of her lips as she kissed him back with fervour. Pixal moved her hand a little faster, and their kissing also got more heated – wrestling tongues and muffled moans were adding to the mutual enjoyment they were getting from this adventure into foreplay.

"We should stop," Zane breathed, as he broke contact. "I don't know how much longer I can resist taking you."

"Yes, I suppose in this position – sitting next to you and tormenting you with my hands – your resistance would naturally falter," She purred seductively. "it would be very easy for you to lift me in your strong arms and do what you will, correct?"

"Yes..." He desperately snarled.

"Very well," She briefly stopped touching him. "there are other ways I can please you that would make it more difficult to simply take me."

Pixal slowly and gracefully sunk below the water, and before Zane could protest, she placed her mouth around his steel phallus.

He took a sharp intake of breath as she smothered him with her tongue, lapping circles around the thick shaft. His left leg shook, and he gripped the edge of the bathtub as he felt his whole body react to the impassioned affection that she lavished on him.

She moved her mouth slowly at first, up and down as she had with her hand, taking in his member a little more with each rhythmic movement. He flinched with every stroke of her warm lips and wet tongue on the most sensitive part of his body, and his aroused groaning quickly turned to heavy breathing when he realised that his tip was reaching into her throat; Pixal apparently had no gag reflex.

"Pixal, are you-?"

Zane was interrupted by the sensation of her abrupt movement, as she held the base of his erection with one hand and sped up her oral attention. The surface of the water gently swished as she moved underneath it; sucking on him when she went up and circling him with her tongue when she went down. His eyes rolled back, and his legs shook harder. Something about her motions and the reactive movements of the water around his excitement was adding to the intensity he felt.

As she began to move faster, his hips twitched, his legs stretched out and he loudly groaned with every stroke.

Suddenly, an alert popped up on his internal screen; it was a message… from Pixal.

[Hopefully, I'm doing this right.]

He tried to mentally type a response but was increasingly distracted by the fact that she was sending him to nirvana with her mouth.

[You're extremely… good… can't think… straight…]

[I'm enjoying your sounds; in fact, I'm touching myself…]

Pixal raised her head just above the water level, only enough for him to see the seductive wink she gave before ducking back under.

Zane shuddered as the hot breath of her erotic moans were muffled by his shaft and he immediately recognised the visual signs that the threshold of desire was close; their respective external circuits were glowing brighter.

He rolled his hips toward her and put one hand on her head, encouraging her to keep going.

[Close... the edge... is it… safe?]

[Yes... give in to the pleasure...]

Zane snarled ferociously as he descended into the depths of bliss, and the resulting electromagnetic signals swept across his entire body. Soon after he was hit by a third wave of complete enrapture, Pixal abruptly emerged from the water, letting out a loud sensual whimper as his signals began transmitting into her and subsequently triggered a whirlpool of ecstasy in her core.

She draped herself on his torso, panting heavily as she rode through the same soft reboot that she'd experienced yesterday. He lifted one of her hands and breathlessly kissed it; she looked up at his deliriously happy face and her heart skipped.

"Wow…" He gasped.

"I am so glad you enjoyed that," She smiled. "I wasn't sure if I would be any good at it."

"You were phenomenal," He growled, helping her up so she was once again sitting in his lap. "and you really didn't need to do it."

"I wanted to," She blushed. "and now we have the rest of the evening to relax and recuperate."

"It's a pity I didn't have the foresight to ask Kai for some of that nitrogen drink he gave me earlier; it would go down nicely right now." He lamented.

Without another word, Pixal leaned over to the drinks trolley, and retrieved a bottle from deep within the ice in the cooler. She handed it to Zane with a coy expression. He immediately recognised the colour of the beverage, and when he opened the bottle, he was greeted by a familiar rush of froth.

"It's called 'Inevitable'; the strongest energy drink ever created," Pixal explained. "with 50mg of caffeine per fluid ounce, it's reserved for persons on the imperial council and only for use during emergencies that require constant attendance."

"Yes, I suppose 'summoning a Ninjago-sized snowstorm the day after cavorting with the Shogun' counts as an emergency." Zane smirked.

"Possibly," She giggled. "satisfying you the way I did, ultimately reduced the need for you to use your own stamina, however, it may have affected your energy levels regardless – it doesn't hurt to err on the side of caution."

Zane drank a few mouthfuls of the purple liquid, immediately recognising the freezing cold chill of it as it went down. Pixal retrieved her own drink and snuggled into him. He gave a weighty, satisfied sigh and curled his arm around her shoulder.

"This is simply wonderful." She happily sighed.

"Yes, it is," He agreed, kissing her forehead. "how I wish we could stay in this moment."

"That would be nice, but do you know what's even better than this moment?" She hinted.

"Oh?" He tilted his head curiously. "Do tell."

"Now we are reunited, we can make even more moments just like this one every single day!" She chirped excitedly.

He glanced at her smiling face and just melted. She truly was the sweetest, softest, kindest individual he had ever known, and he was well and truly submerged in the bottomless ocean of love he felt for her. He enveloped her in his arms, and tenderly peppered her face with kisses, pausing only to caress her cheek with his index finger.

"My darling, how I adore your optimism, but do not forget…" Zane murmured. "…we still have a lot of catching up to do…"

"Oh angel…" Pixal swooned.