Evelyn grabbed Ethan's big, throbbing cock, squeezing it tightly.
She was eager to have him inside her and to break the legs off that bed, along with his hips.
But she stopped, a thought popping into her mind.
"That girl was lovely… wasn't she? You should start thinking about preparing to father a child, an heir..." Evelyn purred, slowly stroking his cock.
"Why? Do you want one?" Ethan asked, relaxing.
At least it seemed she no longer wanted to break his hips.
"Not for me, idiot. For Alice." Evelyn leaned against his toned abdomen. "I have no interest in having a child, not yet."
"Hm..." Ethan fell silent, thoughtful.
He was a nobleman, ruler of those lands.
If anything happened to him, an heir was necessary.
That was, in fact, the main reason why noble children married so young.
They needed to produce heirs as quickly as possible so that, should they die, their legacy would not be lost.
