When the ess felt herself being pulled out, she returned to her relaxed demeanor. As if her bodice hadn't just been frantic moments before. As if she hadn't been frantic moments before. A chuckle released from her muzzle as Kershov spoke It's Kari, my dear dominant. the lyrics were rather blunt as she started licking the water from her chest, the rest of her fur clinging to her bodice, showing off her the gentle curve of her hips and as Kershov moved to the rocky shore; she followed suit. Her hips swaying in a slightly seductive way. And as he looked back, she let her pearly whites show, coming to stand beside him. She wasn't sure if she wanted it to be corrected, how would he go about it? Would he try and throw her in the lake again? Or maybe the river? Or some other body of water? She wasn't sure but part of her wanted to find out.

Then he spoke once more, did he really think she thought him a monster? That was never her intention to portray that. He mentioned correcting it and she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She'd love it to be corrected. She was excellent out of water, in battle and out of battle. Now she just wanted to be excellent in the water. She would be already, had her birth mother not traumatized her. But that was a past thing. Getting her wet bodice close to his own and rubbing against him as he spoke, feeling the rumble from his lyrics against her flank as she rubbed herself against him. Yes it would be corrected in due time but her mind still wondered to other things, her plume raising abover her back ever so slightly.

I never thought you a monster, I just think you've sheltered yourself so you can be comfortable. and it wasn't so much as if her lyrics held sarcasm or sass, it was more of she was still testing his boundaries. She wanted to know what makes him tick. What makes Kershov, well Kershov. And of course she wouldn't stop until she had her fill of answers. Even if it kept on and he didn't want to give her answers, she still pushed. And in the moment of pushing her bodice into his, a toothy grin spread along her kissers once more.How do you plan on fixing the trauma I've gone through to make me excellent in water like I am on land? the ess was genuinely curious as to how Kershov expected to go about it all.