Eventually, yes

Once again you direct a centaur-cock into Calyra. Once again, a penis larger than your arm enters her. As the second centaur fucks her, her protests quiet down.

As the third enter her, you think you hear moans instead of screams. ‘The little whore’, you think to yourself. ‘She is getting off on this’.

Each time, you taste the sperm. And after the fourth, the taste change.

“It’s fouler,” you report. “Still salty, but there’s a hint of rotten egg in it too.”

The centaurs are pleased. They tell you it’s the goblin sperm finally leaking out. You are really not interested in the finer details, you’re just happy that this weird plan seems to be working. You want to wash the taste of sweat and centaur-cum out of your mouth.

The last two centaurs look disappointed. One of them suggests another go, just to be absolutely certain, but the leader tells him no. They are only doing this to help, mating with humans is a disgusting affair, which is only ever done in extreme emergencies. At this, you suddenly recognize the flaw in their plan. What if Calyra got pregnant with a human-centaur hybrid? Surely, this is just as dangerous as a goblin hybrid?

You voice your concern but are quickly put at ease. Humans and centaurs cannot interbreed.

“We’re done here”, the leader exclaims, and the centaurs unceremoniously untie Calyra. “She is safe. You can leave.”

Calyra is almost unconscious. Overwhelmed by the extreme sensations, she is unable to stand. Cum is flowing out of her pussy, pooling beneath her.

You visualize your broom in your mind, as you bring out your wand. “Accio!” you exclaim, and seconds later your broom zooms into your extended hand.

A broom is not best suited for a two person ride, especially when the second rider is unable to hold by their own power. So you fly low between the trees, thankfully you are a good pilot and soon enough you reach a settlement where you will be able to find help.