Page 41 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
"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?
Chapter nineteen
A fresh new game
Elliot
Well,thatwasembarrassing.Elliot could hardly look at Cassie the whole walk back to his truck.If getting the 'heat' talk wasn't bad enough as a teen, it was twenty times worse as a fully grown adult late at night.He couldn't imagine a worse way to have spent the evening.However, the second they got into the cab of his truck, Cassie burst into hysterical laughter.Elliot collapsed against the steering wheel, wheezing for air."Did?Did…did that really just happen?"
"Yeah!"she cried, sobbing from the laughter as her feet stamped against the floor.
"I should have just driven us home," he whined, swiping tears from his eyes.
"No, cause then I wouldn't have gotten the answers I wanted."She slapped at his bicep weakly."But, uh, I could do without your father seeing me with a face full of cum."
