Page 30 of Jockstraps & Newspapers

The truck crept forward as Cass continued on her work of sucking his cock enough to get him to a safe spot.

His fingers were back at her pussy, tracing her slit and teasing her clit.

If she wasn't worried about crashing, she'd ask him to make her cum as well.

Her orgasm could wait. Unlike someone, if she didn't cum, she'd just pout…

not combust into flames or faint. The truck came to another stop sometime later.

She'd lost track of time, endlessly enjoying his praise and the monotonous work of sucking him back.

He wasn't wildly bucking into her that time, instead, enjoying the slow build.

Her tongue pressed against the silky skin of his cock, sucking harder on the tip before slipping all of him down into her throat, she lavished the sound of her name falling off his lips.

However, he ripped his hand away from her sex and tossed the truck into park.

The headlights were off as he fisted her curls and pulled her off his cock.

She would have let him javelin throw her through the window at that point.

She was so horny and needy, having been denied an orgasm for what felt like an eternity.

Except, he pulled her out of the truck cabin and they both stumbled to the bed of the truck.

The tailgate flopped open and he tossed her over it.

Her panties dangled around her ankles and he pressed inside her.

Just like the junkyard, he stretched her with a warm, tingling sensation settling in her belly.

She clawed at the textured base of the truck bed for support as he sharply thrust into her.

"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm so—" Elliot choked on his own words.

"Elliot," she laughed, choking on her own tongue. "Don't—please, fuck, don't be sorry."

"My knot is ruining our date," he bent over her, "I just wanted one night to be romantic."

Is that what this is about? Has he been worried this whole time that…oh this loveable hunk of a Minotaur!

Cass snorted, "Elliot?"

"Yeah?" He fucked her harder, shaking the truck with every thrust.

"You're probably the most romantic partner I've ever had.

Just because you're railing me against the back of your truck doesn't mean it wasn't romantic.

I like being spontaneous responsibly. But your body has needs and I'm very, very much enjoying those needs.

So, knot me already, big guy, because the best end to a romantic date is being stuffed full of your cum. "

Elliot scraped his fingers against the bed of the truck beside her ears. His hips bucked, feral and mercilessly. "I need you to cum first, baby."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," she chuckled, reaching down between them.

Her wrist would complain later, but she could take some healing balm later.

Maneuvering her hand beneath her, she circled her clit helplessly as he pounded into her.

Her eyes rolled back into her head. Lying her cheek against the truck bed, she happily took his unending blows to her backside as her walls clamped around him.

Her orgasm was nowhere near as explosive as she was used to with him, but it washed over her nonetheless.

A goosebumps-filled, delightfully tingly orgasm rolled over her and left her limp against him.

Her walls fluttered around his cock and encouraged him deeper.

Just as his knot slipped into her, both of them groaning with delight, the front door of the house they'd parked at opened.

Fear and embarrassment be damned, she was dripping with delight and his cum as Elliot spilled into her.

Legs dangling off the truck bed, precariously perched with one of his hands pressed into her back, the other holding her hip, Cassiopeia knew what it looked like when Mrs. Bonesaw came storming up the side of Elliot's truck. "Elliot, what are— Elliot Bonesaw! "

Her motherly, what have I stumbled into, shriek was almost comical as Elliot groaned, waving her away. "Mom, please, go back inside."

"What are you doing and why on earth are you—Elliot Bonesaw, you explain yourself and you better cover yourself right this second."

"I can't—Mom, please, just go back inside, please, my knot's still not down yet and I just…" Elliot trailed off, clearly mortified. Cass couldn't even see the dwarvish woman who was clearly on the other side of the truck bed.

"Hi, Mrs. Bonesaw," she laughed hysterically.

"Hi, Cassie, darling, please tell me my son isn't abusing your sweet nature? Wait…Elliot, you're in heat? Why didn't you tell me!"

"Mom! Please, for the love of dragons, go inside?

We'll be in soon, okay?" Elliot whined so cutely it made Cass giggle to herself.

His mother clearly stomped away and left the pair still locked together by his knot.

Elliot huffed, rubbing her back. "I'm so sorry, I was hoping they wouldn't notice I rolled up till after. "

Cass snorted, peeling herself off the truck bed. His knot finally softened enough to slip from between them and he dropped out of her. "She's going to be so mad at you."

"I can hear her beating my ass from here." He helped her off the truck bed and bent to pick up her underwear. Elliot whisked them up her hips and groaned, "Fuck, I don't have anything, uh—you're still covered in, um—"

She put a hand on his mouth. "Elliot if you apologize one more time, I'm gonna spank you. She's already caught us, so we can just go inside and I'll wash up. It's no big deal."

He whined but said nothing as she let go of his mouth.

Cass kissed him swiftly before sauntering around the side of the truck.

Elliot put himself away behind her as the two stalked up to the front door.

Mrs. Bonesaw was waiting by the front door as the pair walked up like horny, busted teenagers caught by the principal.

Cass ducked her head and headed inside the house while Elliot was left accosted outside the front door.

She felt a smidgen bad until she entered the front door and came face to face with Mr. Bonesaw.

He towered over her, eyeing her from head to loose high heel with a look of disappointment.

The taller, rustier looking minotaur gave a heavy sigh and pulled out a warm washcloth from a small bowl he'd had in his hand.

"I thought someone was bleeding from all the yellin'," he grumbled, setting the steaming bowl aside.

Cass shamefully wiped her face off, "I- er, it's not-"

He snorted so forcibly that his bull ring bounced. "Don't. You don't owe an old bull any excuses. Mating seasons happen. Nothing to be ashamed of, I just wish I wasn't roused from my comfy chair during my soaps for a little cum and foolishness."

Red didn't even correctly describe the color that Cass turned as she twisted from him to the door.

Elliot came in, clearly having gotten the ear lashing of a lifetime.

Mrs. Bonesaw huffed and puffed, shutting the door behind her.

"And don't you ever go behind my back for some of your brother’s juice ever again. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am." He ducked his head, glancing at Cass then at his father. "Evening, Pops."

"Don't 'evening, Pops' me," Mr. Bonesaw rolled his eyes and stomped to the living room.

"Titan! Where are you going, talk to your son about proper mating procedure while I help his girlfriend he's clearly not taking care of—"

"Ma!" Elliot roared with a whiney tone.

"Don't take that tone with me, young man!" She boxed his calf. His leg caved an inch and he limped away from her. Cass froze in place as Mrs. Bonesaw took her by the hand and led her away from the foyer.

Elliot grumbled, "Please! I have a game this Saturday!"

"I brought you boys into this world, I'll take you right back out. Now go sit in the living room."

"Ma, what are you doing with Cassie?" Elliot stumbled after them only to stop when Mrs. Bonesaw gave him a nasty look.

Cass spared him an apologetic smile and let his dwarven mother drag her away.

The sounds of him grunting and whispering from the living room were masked by the soft dialogue of a soap opera.

Mrs. Bonesaw brought Cass into the kitchen and sat her down in a chair while she grabbed a new rag from the sink.

Much like a mother cat does to her dirty young, Mrs. Bonesaw swiped away all the remnants of Elliot's pleasure off Cass's face and legs and arms. Then, when she was clearly pleased with her work, she brought over a dry towel.

"How's that, sweet girl? Better? Less sticky? "

Mortified also wasn't a good enough descriptor. She'd been confident for Elliot's sake. They were his parents. But, with every passing second, her own confidence was waning. Her throat nearly closed up as she choked on the word, "Fine."

"Please, Cassie dear, don't be embarrassed."

"Kind of hard not to be," she croaked.

"Understandable. Okay." Mrs. Bonesaw let out an adorable huff as she dropped into a seat of her own.

Hands folded in her lap, she summoned two glasses of water for both of them.

They arrived in cute, lemon painted cups with cow shaped ice cubes inside them.

Cass took her cup before it floated down from the air and took a heavy sip.

Mrs. Bonesaw spoke again, "So, what do you want to know? "

"Huh?" she coughed, nearly drowning on her sip.

"About the heat, about Elliot, whatever you want. You've got my full attention, sweet girl."

Cass saw Mrs. Bonesaw fully for the first time that night.

She was in red and white polka dotted jammies, her hair and beard done up in curlers with a satin wrap around her hair.

Still the prettiest dwarf Cass had ever seen.

Her lashes were long and thick, her nose was the perfect sharp length to match her cheekbones, and her laugh lines made her appear sweet.

Cass took another heavy sip before putting her glass down.

Her own mother would never be caught in less than full clothes and makeup.

She didn't let anything down till everyone was in bed and dad was lounging in their room.

There was no sitting in the living room, clearly having a cup of hot cocoa (evident by the small chocolate mustache that Mrs. Bonesaw swiped away from her lip and beard) and watching soaps with each other.

Her parents were too restrictive for that. High strung? Was that the better word?

"I have a few," Cass confessed in a single breath.

"We're a pretty honest household here, so if you've got questions, ask 'em." Mrs. Bonesaw nodded for her to continue.

"We've been…knotting?" she grimaced.

"Yes, that's the term. People who go through heat often come with some sort of mating organ, more than your regular sexual organ.

For Dragos, Minotaurs, we've even seen it sometimes in Bugbears, they have knots.

For Krakens and aquatic or semi-aquatic people, you tend to see a mating tentacle form that's specific for breeding.

Sometimes it's a toss-up what people get. "

"Well, Elliot says we've done it a lot and it should have gone down by now? Does…I mean, outside of his heat does his knot ever do that again and why is he still in heat?"

Mrs. Bonesaw let out a heavy sigh. "It could be a slew of things.

Minotaurs don't get their heats on a schedule so it could have been brought on by social cues.

I understand you two just started getting intimate, so it could be his body's way of trying to mate you.

It could be brought on by stress, if he was able to suppress others without his knowledge, people have been known to skip over one or two either by help of medical suppressants or…

well with Minotaurs, if the body is too tired or too dehydrated or too unhealthy, it may suppress it till there's a better time.

It knows when the body is healthy and when a good mate is nearby, so his pheromones might have recognized compatible pheromones in you.

Or, it could be because my son foolishly took his brother's prescribed birth control and it wasn't meant for his body weight, size, and general buffoonery.

I could figure it out by doing blood work, but at this point, the solution is the same… ride it out."

"Ride it out?" Cass squeaked.

"I do apologize if it's been a strain on you, there is a resort for heat inflicted individuals that Elliot can go to that would help get him through it without straining your body. However, knowing my little boy, he'll go kicking and screaming because that would mean missing the game…and well…"

"And he's worked so hard for it," Cass breathed, nodding.

"I was going to say not knotting his girl.

My boys are kind of romantics at heart. Blame all my reading them sweet fairytales growing up or romance novels when I was pregnant with them…

more so you can blame Mr. Bonesaw because every time he goes through heat, he worries himself sick over inconveniencing me but won't even consider seeking medical assistance for a natural bodily function.

If it's not me, he won't do it, so I've just saved up vacation days just in case for whenever he comes down with the knotty blues.

But the Bonesaw boys are pretty keen on knotting their mates and only their mates.

They're kind of stiff and silly like that, but, I can't say I mind it.

I like being his source of relief as I'm sure you enjoy being Elliot's.

" Mrs. Bonesaw winked at her before taking a long sip of her water.

Cass nodded shyly, glancing down to her lap. Being his source of relief? I love it…I love being the person he craves so intensely he can't help himself. Her fingers unconsciously tapped against the glass.

"As for your question about does the knot work outside of heat? The answer is yes. But, it's not a bodily need. They don't need to knot after the heat, so if it doesn't happen, the pleasure is the same."

Cass choked on her tongue before bringing the water back to her mouth. So, his knot will always be for me…but maybe soon he won't go dizzy and must rail me over his tailgate before we get home?