I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

As they paused to catch their breath, Cassandra turned to Zafron, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, Zafron," she began, treading water effortlessly, "what do you do for fun? Other than rushing to save random strangers, of course."

Zafron chuckled, shaking water from his hair. "Oh, you know, the usual. Competitive butterfly chasing, professional cloud watching... Thrilling stuff, really."

Cassandra laughed, splashing him playfully. "Come on, be serious! I want to know."

Zafron sighed, a hint of self-deprecation in his smile. "Honestly, it would probably bore you. I didn\'t exactly grow up with a private lake in my backyard."

"Nonsense," Cassandra insisted, her tone softening. "I want to know. Really."

Zafron took a deep breath, his gaze drifting to the distant shoreline. "Well, obviously, I didn\'t come from a wealthy home. My father was a fisherman, and my mother sold odds and ends at the big market in Astoria."

\'Talk about a stark contrast,\' he thought. \'Her childhood playground was a private lake; mine was a rickety old fishing boat.\'

"I used to fish quite often with my father," Zafron continued, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "After he passed, I\'d take his boat out alone. It was... peaceful."

Cassandra listened intently, her eyes never leaving his face. "That sounds lovely, Zafron. Truly."

\'Lovely?\' Zafron thought. \'Sure, if you consider sunburn, fish guts, and the constant fear of capsizing "lovely." But I suppose it had its moments.\'

They continued to swim, exchanging stories and laughter. Cassandra regaled him with tales of her childhood misadventures at the lake - like the time she tried to convince the kitchen staff that she\'d caught a mermaid, using a fish tail she found on the shoreline.

\'A mermaid,\' Zafron mused. \'Because of course, even her imaginary friends were exotic and probably cost-prohibitive.\'

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Cassandra suggested a diving competition. She demonstrated first, executing a perfect swan dive that barely disturbed the water\'s surface.

\'Show-off,\' Zafron thought good-naturedly.

When it was his turn, Zafron decided to have a bit of fun. He made a great show of preparing to dive, flexing dramatically and making Cassandra giggle. Then, at the last moment, he simply stepped off the dock, entering the water with all the grace of a sack of potatoes.

Cassandra\'s laughter rang out across the lake. "Zafron! That was terrible!"

He surfaced, grinning widely. "I call it the \'Floundering Fish.\' It\'s all the rage where I come from."

As their laughter subsided, a mischievous glint appeared in Zafron\'s eye. \'Time to show her what a real fisherman\'s son can do,\' he thought.

Without warning, he dove beneath the surface, swimming deep into the crystal-clear water. He stayed under for what felt like an eternity, his lungs burning as he pushed himself to the limit.

Above the surface, Cassandra\'s amusement turned to concern as the seconds ticked by. "Zafron?" she called, her voice tinged with worry. When he didn\'t surface, she dove in after him, searching frantically in the water.

Meanwhile, Zafron had quietly surfaced on the other side of the dock. He pulled himself up, sitting on the edge with a satisfied grin, watching as Cassandra continued her frantic search.

\'I probably shouldn\'t enjoy this as much as I am,\' he thought. \'But hey, it\'s not every day you get to prank the richest woman in Drakoria.\'

Finally, Cassandra turned around, her eyes widening as she spotted Zafron sitting calmly on the dock. She swam furiously towards him, her face a mix of relief and indignation.

\'Uh-oh,\' Zafron thought. \'I may have miscalculated. She looks less "amused" and more "about to feed me to the lake monsters."\'

As soon as Cassandra reached the dock, she launched herself out of the water with surprising speed. Before Zafron could react, she tackled him to the ground, pinning him with a strength that belied her slender frame.

"Why were you joking like that?" she demanded, her face inches from his, droplets of water falling from her hair onto his cheeks. "I was worried sick!"

Zafron blinked, suddenly very aware of their proximity and the fact that his extremely wealthy and powerful employer was currently straddling him on a dock in the middle of nowhere.

Zafron\'s mind raced as he took in the scene before him. Cassandra\'s trunks, clinging to her damp skin, were positioned such that her wet ass cheeks pressed tightly against his crotch, his dick slightly positioned and wedged between them.

Every slight shift or movement caused her trunks to rub against him, creating an involuntary friction that heightened his awareness of her. The sensation was both startling and impossible to ignore. He knew if this continued for any longer than it should, the old dragon of the west was going to rise to its full glory. That couldn\'t happen, at least not now, not here, what if she didn\'t want to?

Her wet trunks were barely managing to contain her breasts, which were now almost fully exposed due to the soaked fabric. Her nipples were prominently visible through the damp material, straining against the confines of the trunks. The side of her breast spilled out, adding to the intimate proximity of their current position.

The combination of her body\'s heat and the pressing wetness against him was overwhelming.

Zafron could hardly focus on her words, his senses consumed by the physical contact. Her gaze, filled with concern and intensity, only amplified the charge in the air. He shifted slightly, trying to regain his composure while navigating the sudden, electrifying closeness.

\'Well, Zafron,\' he thought, \'when you decided to become a guard, I bet you didn\'t expect to end up in this position. Literally or figuratively.\'

"I\'m sorry," he said, his voice sincere despite the humor dancing in his eyes. "I couldn\'t resist. Where I come from, that\'s practically a traditional greeting."

Cassandra\'s stern expression wavered, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "You\'re impossible, you know that?" She said, coming off him and laying on the wood beside him.

As they lay there, both dripping wet and slightly out of breath, the absurdity of the situation seemed to dawn on them simultaneously. Their eyes met, and suddenly they were both laughing uncontrollably, the sound of their mirth echoing across the peaceful lake.

\'You know,\' Zafron thought as their laughter subsided, Cassandra still pinning him to the dock, \'I think I could get used to this guard job after all. Even if it does come with the occasional near-drowning experience,\'

Cassandra stood up gracefully moments later with her wet trunks still clinging to her curves as she moved.

Zafron from his vantage point on the dock watching her stand up got a better view of how her trunks clung provocatively to her rounded backside, emphasizing the generous curve of her hips. The fabric was snug, causing her ass cheeks to press together and create a pronounced, tantalizing line.

The wet material, now clinging even tighter, accentuated the natural jiggle and movement of her behind with every step she took.

The trunks, pulled taut across her cheeks, left little to the imagination, revealing glimpses of her smooth skin beneath. Each movement showcased the softness of her flesh. If only he could feel it one time for the one time. Then again, a man could only dream, right?

She turned away from Zafron, giving him a fleeting glimpse of her exposed backside before adjusting her wet top to cover herself more adequately. She took a few steps towards the edge of the dock, her hips swaying slightly with each step.

"Perhaps we should head back before it gets dark," she said, "We need to change and return to the house."

She glanced back at Zafron, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "And, since it\'s easier to put this swimwear on than to take it off, I could use a little assistance with that," she added, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

She held the edge of her trunks, raising an eyebrow in his direction, making it clear she expected his help. The playful challenge in her expression suggested that she was enjoying the flirtatious tension between them, adding a light-hearted edge to their interaction.making her walk both alluring and deliberate.

\'Am I being too forward or is she inviting me purposely?\'

\'Only one way to find out then,\' Zafron stood up following behind Cassandra. He didn\'t want to hurry. For two reasons. The first one already clear as to why he was lingering behind. To protect her rear of course. That was his job, afterall.

The second reason has to do with something that concerned his quest.

Zafron focused on his system interface and addressed Calista, his system assistant.

\'Calista,\' he began, \'I\'ve been wondering if it\'s possible to intentionally scan a target for information, rather than just the accidental scans that have happened before. Can you do that?\'

A moment later, Calista appeared in her holographic form and her voice responded through the system interface.

Calista\'s voice responded smoothly, [Yes, my lord. You can request a targeted scan if you specify the target and the type of information you seek. Simply provide the details of the target and the intent behind the scan.]

Zafron\'s interest piqued, he asked, \'Could I, for example, perform a compatibility test on a target?\'

Calista\'s tone remained respectful and slightly curious, [Are you referring to Miss Cassandra Beaumont, my lord?]

Zafron smirked, the corners of his mouth curling up with a hint of mischief. \'Something like that,\'