No

As Eilwy's fingers continued to dance along his shaft, Dirk felt his orgasm building up, but he bit his tongue, deciding not to warn her. He was still smarting from her comment about his size, and a petty part of him wanted to see her reaction when he came without warning. Eilwy, oblivious to the impending eruption, gave his penis another slow, teasing stroke. Dirk's eyes rolled back, and he let out a muffled groan as he felt himself release. A warm, sticky jet of semen shot out of his penis, landing squarely on Eilwy's hand.

Eilwy's eyes widened in shock and disgust as she felt the warm liquid splatter onto her skin.

You filthy little wretch!" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "You couldn't even be bothered to warn me, could you? And with a thing like that?" She gestured to Dirk's still-trembling penis, her expression twisted in contempt. "It's a wonder you can even manage to produce that much semen with a cock that small." She sneered, her lip curling up in distaste.

Dirk felt his face burn with shame and humiliation as Eilwy's words cut deep. He tried to speak, to apologize, but Eilwy wasn't having it. She raised her hand, and Dirk felt a surge of magical energy wash over him.