His Cock Betrayed Him

Leaving Mike peacefully asleep, Elira quietly stepped out of his room and made her way to her own, the one kindly provided by Mrs. Selene.

Sigh... "I'm exhausted," she murmured to herself as she closed the door behind her. "Today was such a hectic day. But seeing Mike show such interest in magic—it made it all worth it."

She sat on the edge of her bed, a small smile forming on her lips.

"He's no ordinary boy," she continued, speaking softly to herself. "Even though his body looks like that of a four or five-year-old, his mind... it's sharp, experienced—like that of a grown man. I can already sense it. He'll soon be able to cast spells without even chanting. He might just become my most brilliant student yet."

Elira lay back on the bed, letting her body relax into the mattress.

"Let me get some rest now... Tomorrow, I'll begin Mike's Level One magic training."

With that final thought, she drifted off to sleep.

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Mike's dream unfolded like a painting, colors soft and edges blurred. He was twenty again, his body lean and unburdened by time, his heart a wild drumbeat of youth.

The room was small, bathed in a golden glow, as if the sun itself was holding its breath. Elira stood before him, her presence a magnet, pulling him into her orbit.

Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the light, and her eyes-deep, knowing-sparkled with a promise that made his knees weak.

"She smiled, a curve of lips that spoke of secrets and trust. "Mike," she said, her voice a melody that wrapped around his name."

"Making it sound sacred. He stepped closer, his breath hitching, his fingers trembling as they brushed her arm. Her skin was warm, soft, and the contact sent a jolt through him, electric and alive."

"This was love, he thought-raw, overwhelming, the kind that made the world shrink to just the two of them."

"Elira's fingers found the hem of his shirt, tugging gently. "Come here," she whispered, and he obeyed, helpless against the pull of her. They moved together, a clumsy dance of desire, shedding clothes with laughter that bubbled up like champagne."

"Her boobs, full and soft, pressed against him through her thin camisole, and Mike's pulse raced, his mind alight with the intimacy of the moment. He wanted her, every part of her, in a way that felt both sacred and urgent."

"The bed was a soft island in the dream's hazy sea, and they fell onto it, a tangle of limbs and longing. Elira's hair fanned across the pillow, her eyes locked on his, inviting him closer. Mike's hands explored her, tentative at first, then bolder, tracing the curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin."

"The word pussy flickered in his mind, raw and intimate, a symbol of the closeness they were chasing. This was it, he thought-the moment he'd lose his virginity, the moment he'd give himself to Elira, the girl who held his heart."

"He kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the sweetness of her lips. Her hands roamed his back, pulling him closer, and he felt the heat of her body, the rhythm of her breath."

"The dream pulsed with possibility, every touch a spark, every glance a vow. Mike's heart swelled with love, with the certainty that this was right, that Elira was his forever. He positioned himself above her, his body trembling with anticipation, ready to cross the threshold into something new."

"But then, a shadow crept in. He glanced down, expecting to see himself ready, eager, a man in love. Instead, his stomach twisted."

"His cock, which he'd imagined as strong and proud, was lifeless, small, and limp-like a loose, shriveled peanut, a cruel mockery of his desire. Panic clawed at his chest, the golden glow of the dream dimming to a sickly gray. His face burned, shame flooding him like a tidal wave."

"Mike?" Elira's voice was soft, not accusing, but the sound pierced him. Her hand rested on his arm, her touch gentle, but it only deepened his embarrassment."

"He tried to speak, to explain, but his throat was tight, words trapped behind a wall of mortification. "I-I don't know what's wrong," he managed, his voice barely a whisper. He willed his body to respond, to prove he was enough, but nothing changed. His cock remained unresponsive, a traitor to his heart."

"The dream shifted, the room growing colder, the edges fraying. Elira's face blurred slightly, her features softening as if she were slipping away. Mike's mind raced, replaying the moment, searching for a reason."

"Was it him? Was he not enough for her? The thought was a knife, cutting deep. He'd dreamed of this moment for so long-loving Elira, giving himself to her completely -and now his body had failed him, leaving him exposed and small."

"He sat back, his hands falling to his sides, defeat settling over him like dust. Elira propped herself up, her camisole slipping slightly, revealing the curve of her boob. She didn't cover herself, didn't shy away."

"Instead, she reached for his hand, her fingers weaving through his. "Hey," she said, her voice steady, grounding. "It's okay, Mike. It happens." Her words were kind, but they stung, a reminder of his failure."

"He wanted to believe her, to cling to the love in her eyes, but doubt gnawed at him. What if this wasn't just a moment? What if he was broken, incapable of being the man she deserved?"

"The dream's haze thickened, the walls of the room wavering like a mirage. Elira's touch was the only anchor, her thumb brushing his knuckles, a small gesture that kept him from spiraling completely."

"Talk to me," she said, her voice a lifeline. Mike swallowed, his throat dry. "I just... I wanted this to be perfect," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I love you, Elira. I wanted to show you."

"The confession hung between them, raw and vulnerable, and for a moment, the dream steadied, the golden light flickering back to life."

Elira smiled, not with pity, but with something fiercer -understanding. "You do show me," she said, leaning closer, her forehead resting against his. "Every day. Mike.

"This doesn't change that." She kissed him, soft and slow, and though his body still refused to respond, his heart eased, the shame loosening its grip. Her boobs brushed against his chest, a reminder of her closeness, her trust."

"The dream began to unravel, the room dissolving into mist. Elira's face grew faint, her voice a distant echo. "We have time," she whispered, and Mike clung to those words as the world tilted."

"He felt himself waking, the weight of reality pressing in, the sting of failure lingering like a bruise. His cock, his body, had betrayed him in the dream, but Elira's love had not. That, at least, was real-or as real as a dream could be."