Page 40 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
"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 muchenjoying 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!"
