Don't Tell Me, He Wants More?

Lucian thrusted a few more times, making sure Eris's warm mouth milked every last drop. His hips moved erratically as he emptied himself completely.

Then, like someone deep in sleep, his body went limp. He stumbled backwards, his semi-hard cock slipping from her swollen lips with a lewd 'plua'.

At the next moment, he fell back onto the floor, breathing softly.

Looking at her son-in-law's sleeping face, Eris's lips twitched in helplessness.

If it were anyone else, even her own husband the Emperor, she would have already blasted them away with a wave of her hand.

But how could she do this to the man her daughter had chosen as her Dao partner?

And given how lustful Dragons were, even if she wanted to deny it, looking at his dick, she couldn't help but think he could definitely please Iris.