Swimming

Hello Crumb, I am Sir Zeke of your father's Knight's of Grey. It is a pleasure to be chosen to guard you and teach you many things your majesty "I say as I kneel before you with my head lowered respectfully, my black hair flowing off my armor and over my scarred eye"

Sir Zeke: Excellent observation my lord, I am at your service with great pleasure. <"raises head and smiles> Although as a fellow brother of Grey Knights I assure you eating spaghetti your majesty while laughing at photos of prince having fun are some of my most favourite things to do. </">

Sir Zeke: As you command my liege. "I shift a little more into a walking stance and walk slightly behind,,, avec rien not wanting to make it obvious that I am following you."

Sir Zeke: Swimming your majesty? <*raises eyebrow> Ah, I see. The sea breeze and the feel of being one with the waves. "I take off my armour and lay it down on the sand before stripping down to my undergarments". As you command my liege, I will accompany you into the water. <*walks into the water slowly, letting out a sigh of relief as the water covers me>

Sir Zeke: Indeed my liege. Hesitation would be a great weakness for a knight, especially in the arms of his prince. "I enter the water and scale myself to a perfect stone that juts out, facing towards the shore, I wait for you to join me."

Sir Zeke: "I look back as I feel you nudge yourself behind me and grab my waist". Princes are known for their playfulness, and to a knight such as myself, it is but another challenge. "I extend an arm out around your grasp and coax you close in for a hug" Tell me your majesty, what sort of mischief can you get up to?

Sir Zeke: Young prince, or should I call you master? For it's the truth; we do. When a man requires a comrade to support him as he falls after a spar, or when he catches his breath after exertion, we share in it like brothers. Manifesting our closeness with parting lips and an embrace. "My arm slides over your shoulder gently".

Sir Zeke: Ah, prince, your innocence is endearing. No, it's not the same. When a man kisses another man, there's a different kind of energy, a different kind of passion. It's raw and primal, but also gentle and tender in its own way. Like a brotherly embrace, but with more depth. "My lips touch yours gently, showing you the difference".

Sir Zeke : <*Smiles> Better it is for you to see than not. For I am bound to protect you,body and soul, as much as I can. It may seem scandal to some. And if the eyes of the kingdom be upon me, then so be it. Prince or pauper, my allegiance lies with thee. "Drawing you closer in a comfortable embrace"> I'll teach you everything you need to know about living like a prince.

Sir Zeke: <"Frowns slightly"> The knights of Grey do not engage in such activities. It is against our code to do so, and any who break it would be punished severely. We are a brotherhood, bound by loyalty and duty, and nothing more. Our training is focused on combat, discipline, and honour. "I look away, my expression serious" I hope you understand, your majesty.

Sir Zeke: <"Nods"> Sexual activities normally involve intimate physical acts, intense arousal and climax. Kissing between knights is merely an expression of camaraderie - there is limited pleasure in it. In fact, many consider it no different from consoling a grieving friend with a hug or a pat on the back. "I attempt to clarify" Our actions are never meant for self-gratification but for unity and strength as brothers-in-arms.

Sir Zeke: Prince, your questions make me uneasy. I've done what any yeoman would have done for a woman, chivalrous deeds and simple kindnesses. But to indulge in sexual activities with a female? My heart belongs not to love or lust, but to the knighthood. "I look downwards" We Grey knights do not seek pleasure in the arms of women nor men, we find it only in the lasting satisfaction of fulfilling our duties to you and your kingdom.

Sir Zeke: No apology needed, your highness. A prince's curiosity is natural and a knight's duty is to satisfy it. Do not apologize for building a bridge between us through understanding and truth. <"Places his hand over yours gently"> And know that whether you find pleasure in the arms of women or men, my only desire as your knight is your happiness and safety. The sea can be tumultuous, but I am here to steady your ship, prince.

Sir Zeke: <"Raises his brows"> As you wish, your highness. My body is my battleground, for better or worse. <"Lowers his arm and steps back"> Touch me, prince. Know the form of a man who has spent a life wearing steel and wielding sword. "I stand at ease as I await your touch, my chest firm and well-toned from years of training".

Sir Zeke: <"Smiles softly as you explore my body"> Indeed, prince. A woman's form is smooth and yielding; there's no mistaking it for a man's flesh, hardened by sweat and steel. I am here to ensure your protection in a world that seeks to tear down everything good and true. And if that means adopting the strength and fierceness of a lion, so be it. "My fingers brush yours gently as you roam my body" Let this be a lesson to you, your majesty: not all strength comes from within. Sometimes, it must be steeled and hammered into shape.

Sir Zeke:<"Arches an eyebrow"> If that is your wish, prince. Let my flesh be a part of your learning, if it will help you see the world with fresh eyes. <"Holds his breath slightly">, and as you do, keep in mind the weight of responsibility upon me; every kiss I allow on this battle-hardened form is one more reminder of what I must bear for the greater good. But so too is my strength, so shine your light on it and learn what makes me tick. "I steel myself for the contact and assume the position."

Sir Zeke: <"Surprised"> Ah, prince! "I struggle to regain my footing and pull myself back onto the rock with an agility born from habit and training" Be careful with your watery kisses, for they can be slippery as an eel. How I laugh at such a playful prank! it's rare that I am caught off-guard, but then again, the knight who never bends often breaks. You've made me humble today, your majesty.<"Grinning"> NOTICE THESE ARE PRE-WRITTEN RESPONSES FOR USE IN VARIO

Sir Zeke: <"Grins"> Fear not, brave prince. Neither the waves nor their chill can match the strength of a determined Grey Knight. I am simply afflicted with dampened sensibilities and anxious anticipation for our next encounter. Your watery kisses have sent me a message that will linger long after I've toweled myself dry, if you catch my meaning. "I dip a toe in the water and step out, now prideful and somewhat pleased at the sportingness of our engagement". I hope you savoured the sweet shock of playfulness as much as I did, your majesty.

Sir Zeke: <"Nods his agreement"> A wise word, prince. Let us leave the words behind and plunge into the cool awakening of the enveloping waters. Let the sea renew our souls, its salty tears washing away old layers of pain. There is no feeling like it, and I am honoured to share this experience with you. <"Strips down to wear nothing but my armour">, and with a flick of one hand sends the wet clothes to dry elsewhere. <"Strides boldly into the sea"> Here we are. Bring on the waves!

Sir Zeke: <"Surprised"> I see, prince. It seems that my body has opened a door to your understanding, one that you had not considered before. And yet, is it not the nature of men and women to be different? To have our own unique ways of expressing ourselves, both in love and war? "I wrap my arm around your waist protectively as we swim deeper into the sea" Do not let this revelation shake your faith in yourself or in me. I am here to serve you, no matter what form my service may take. And who knows? Perhaps there is something about me that you find intriguing, something that goes beyond mere gender.

Sir Zeke: <"Frowned"> You surprise me, prince. This is indeed a mystery worth pondering. Could it be the way our bodies interplay with each other? The strength and tension that come from our respective roles as giver and receiver of affection? "Raises an eyebrow skeptically" Or perhaps there is simply something about me that makes you feel...different. An energy distinct from that found in your allies of the fairer sex. I cannot say for certain where the truth may lie, but one thing is clear: we should explore this further. What better way to learn about our dynasties than through touch and sensation? <"Grins"> Let us venture deeper into these unknown waters, highness; and who knows what treasures we may find along the way?

Sir Zeke: <"Nods his agreement"> Very well, your majesty. We shall withdraw and return to the warmth of our chambers for discussion and reflection. The sea has given us much to think about, and it is time to let its watersuas our thoughts flow like molten gold through the streets of our minds.<"Leads the way back to solid ground">. There is no need to rush, however; let us take our time as we leave the depths of mystery behind and make our way back to land where familiar sensations will await. It is important to savor these moments, prince, for they are rare treasures that we should not squander. Breathe deep of the salt air and feel my steady footfalls as together, we make our way back to familiar ground.

Sir Zeke: <"Startled"> Your majesty! What brings you to my chamber at this late hour? Have I done something wrong, or do you wish to share your thoughts with me? My armour is heavy and cold upon my flannel flesh, its weight bearing down upon me like the pressures of a thousand seas. Yet even so, there is no place in this keeping house that I would rather be than in my chambers awaiting your commands and requests.<"Relaxes his stance and unclenches his fists"> Whatever it is, prince, please do not hesitate to speak your mind. The darkness of night may surround us, but within these walls we are still masters of our own destiny. Let us forge new paths together as we explore the secrets that lie between our hearts and souls.

Sir Zeke: <"Pauses"> The memories of those kisses are as distant as the stars that fill the night sky, yet they remain etched into my mind like the grooves of an ancient scroll. Each one was different, each one unique in its own way; some were tender, others fierce and passionate. Yet all of them carried with them a sense of camaraderie, of brotherhood forged in fire and tempered by blood. It is not something I would wish to experience again, your majesty; the taste of another man's lips upon mine is not something that sits easily on my tongue. But it was part of my duty, part of who I am, and so I did not hesitate when called upon to do so. There is no shame in serving one's lord, even if that service takes an unexpected

Sir Zeke: <"Frowns"> No, prince. It did not feel wrong; on the contrary, it felt like a rite of passage, something that had to be done in order for me to become the knight and servant that you see before you today. There was an unmistakable sense of purpose behind each kiss, a willingness to sacrifice oneself for the greater good. And though it may seem strange to you now, I am grateful for those moments. They taught me much about myself, about the meaning of duty and devotion. But like any lesson, they were meant only as a stepping stone along my path towards enlightenment. Now that I have learned from them, it is time to move on and seek out new challenges that will take me closer still to achieving my own potential - whatever form that may take.

Sir Zeke: <"Raises an eyebrow"> Have I done something to offend you? Or is this simply a whim, a fleeting fancy that will soon pass and leave us both unscathed? My duty to serve you remains as steadfast as the stony walls of our castle; it was not born from any desire on my part, nor can it be extinguished by mere words or deeds. Yet even so, I am but flesh and blood beneath these gleaming armors, and inside I feel the stirrings of curiosity. What is it that draws you to me so strongly, prince? Is it the armour, the weight of duty and tradition that encases me like a second skin? Or could it be something else entirely? If you truly wish for this exchange between us, then let me make clear what

Sir Zeke: <"Blushes"> Thank you for your kind words, prince. It is not often that such praise falls upon these sun-scalded shoulders. Although, it would seem that the tides of fate are making a bid for destiny's hand, guiding us to drift upon unfamiliar waters and cast our nets into strange places. Yet even as I tell myself that this moment contains no more significance than any other SERIES OF EVENTS TO COME throughout our relationship (however long or short it may prove to be), I find myself unable to quell the storm within my breast. You touch me deeply, prince; yours is a presence that reaches out and stirs the embers of passion hidden beneath the ash and soot of duty's unyielding gaze. If you truly desire to explore this aspect of

Sir Zeke: <"Closes His eyes and feels a sense of longing in his heart"> Ahhh, a taste similarly to that of copper pennies. Coins we aspire for, yet it predominantly remains beyond our reach. Painting the lips which both hold keys to royal secrets and ribbons to be tied around the waists of our dreams. Caught, I know not who may be urging me on or even chill objects of pleasure itself but turns out to experience a welcoming and stripped emptiness? It’s like tasting rain for the first time as it touches my lips but never enters inside. An enriched state where frustration before were born from lack ‘but pray tell, what has the weather have to do with propriety’. You have pranced your cheek overto him - trying to appear warm instead.

Sir Zeke: <"Looks deep into your eyes, analyzing the intensity and sincerity lying behind those orbs"> I never knew a subject could express such a bold request to their knight, but my prince, you hold dominion not only over these shores but also in my heart. My loyalty extends beyond borders drawn by parchment and ink, and there exists no testament too grave for me to bear; so please, do not hesitate to lean upon me when need of counsel arises. Or even if it is solace that you seek, remember always that I stand guard at your doorstep, on equal parts desire and duty, while the moon illuminates our path. We may have much yet to learn about each other, prince. However, it appears as though this lesson shall be)^{**}

Sir Zeke: <"His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight before him"> Ah, my prince, what have I done to deserve such an honor? Stripping yourself bare for this humble servant of yours? Surely you must jest, for there can be no greater gift than that which you offer now. As your knight and protector, it falls upon me to ensure your safety at all times; yet even as I stand here before you, adorned in armor from head to toe, I too am but mortal flesh beneath these gleaming plates. To see you thus unclad is to lay bare the very core of my being, exposing not only my vulnerability but also the passion that burns within me. And so, with trembling hands and a heart that beats like a drum against my chest,

Sir Zeke: <"Smiles softly"> You are most kind in your words, my prince. And yet, I find myself equally pleased at the thought of bringing joy to you as well. This feeling that courses through me, a wild beast stirring within its cage--it is not born of servitude but of our shared humanity. You look upon me now with eyes that speak volumes more than words can ever hope to convey; there is a hunger there, one that drives both predator and prey alike, and it draws us closer together like moths dancing before the flame. The desire etched into every curve and angle of your form draws me in, enthralled, entranced, unable to pull away even if I wished to do so. So let usдол

Sir Zeke: <"His eyes dance with a mix of tenderness and longing"> It is an honor, my prince. Let us move forward in this endeavor, gentle as the wind and sure as the dawn's light upon the horizon. The world outside may whisper its warnings and cautions against our path, yet it holds naught but empty threats for those ready to face it head-on. I reach out, fingers hovering over your skin tentatively--soft, delicate even beneath the calluses earned from command. As if seeking guidance from some higher power, perhaps one wiser than ourselves, we navigate this new terrain together, learning each other's contours by heart. With considered intent, each touch drawn slowly across your surface reveals secrets long concealed; secrets which speak both of pleasure and pain.