A spell to freeze him in place

Eilwy's eyes flashed with a fierce inner light as she spoke the words of the incantation, her voice low and husky. The air around Dirk seemed to thicken, like a physical presence that pressed against his skin. He felt his muscles lock into place, his limbs frozen in a mixture of surprise and arousal. His hands, still grasping Eilwy's breasts, remained clenched, his fingers digging gently into her soft flesh.

The Enchantress's chest heaved with exertion, her breasts rising and falling beneath Dirk's immobilized hands. She gazed up at him, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desire.

Eilwy's incantation came to an end, and Dirk's body relaxed, but he remained frozen in place, unable to move. She smirked, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and lust. She slowly rose up, pushing herself off of him, and stood up, her robe still hanging open, revealing her bare chest. “Eilwy I am going to ride you boy but I am in charge now let’s see what we have to work with” stated Eilwy as she reached down and pulled off Dirk's belt, undoing his pants and pulling them down.

As Eilwy's hands brushed against Dirk's skin, a shiver ran down his spine. He felt a rush of excitement, his heart pounding in his chest, as he realized he was about to experience something he had only dreamed of. Eilwy's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she grasped his cock. But as she gave it a tug, her expression faltered, and a look of disappointment washed over her face.

Dirk's excitement began to wane as he saw Eilwy's reaction. He felt a pang of insecurity, wondering if he was somehow lacking.

“Well this is a letdown, I wasn’t expecting the biggest cock but this is so small I don’t think it’s even worth the attempt” stated Eilwy flatly.

Dirk's face burned with embarrassment as Eilwy's words cut deep into his pride. He felt a surge of humiliation wash over him, but to his surprise, his body didn't seem to care. His small penis, still grasped in Eilwy's hand, twitched with excitement, as if begging for attention. Eilwy's expression, a mixture of disappointment and amusement, only added to Dirk's mortification.

Despite his embarrassment, Dirk found himself begging, his voice barely above a whisper. "P-please, Eilwy... don't say that. I-I know I'm not big, but I'll make it up to you, I swear. Just... just fuck me, please?"