Yes

She coughs and spatters, drawing his eyes from her slick nether. When she finally takes a breath her mouth is clear and the earth dry. "Very good, my ****." Kolgrug says as he watches her breath deeply and suppress sickness. He lets her rest on her side for a moment, drinking in her shapely bottom before grabbing hold of her hips and lifting her onto knees. Lenore looks back at him with swollen puffy eyes, opening her legs. His three fingered hands sink deeply into her bottom, but his corkscrew tipped cock sinks much deeper than that into her wet breedhole.

A harsh grunt escapes her lips as she arches her back to give him better access. Which he uses on his second thrust, burying himself inside her completely. She feels the tip poke at her depths for the first time without the overwhelming pain of torn flesh masking it. He grabs her soiled hair in his hand, using it as a handle pulling her head back so she can only face forward looking into the shadow filled forest. He starts slow at first, but his thrusts are always harsh, causing distress as he collides with her bottom, his black sack slapping against her button painfully. As the strokes get shorter and faster, the discomfort and pain slowly melt into pleasure. "Oh god." she cries out into the empty black trees. "****, god has no dominion over this." With his free hand he gives her bottom a hard smack that brings a guttural scream from Lenore.

"You're going to look good, ****, with a round belly." He says as he strokes into her violently. "Yes, Master. Please breed me! Oh god, I will give you a son!" At her words her hilts himself inside her pulling her back against his chest with nothing but her hair. " I don't much care what you give me. But if you must beg your god for anything, beg them for a strong girl." Kolgrug grabs her breasts with both hands squeezing harshly before renewing his deep thrusts. She was confused but the haze of the repeated stabs against her womb kept her for speaking. Soon his thrusts grew ragged and his cling to her body grew ****.

He pressed his face to the nape of her neck his breath hot against it. Her vision swirled, her nethers quivered and her mind was turning to jelly. And when he cried out "RAhh, take it all!" as he buried himself into her she felt a sharp stab that threw her over the edge. His heavy, hot seed burning inside her as her mind melted away in a sea of white. He pressed her body against his as he knew the corkscrew had found it's home. As he did, he noticed she was spasming and with each spasm came a spray of yellow filth from her breedhole. He bathed in the pleasure of his seed emptying from his sack, as he watched the show of her quivering body. "You are a true sow, ****! My seed will take quickly."

When his stones finally stop their spasming, he lifts her limp body off of her, carrying her to the nearby water, making sure to wash her body and hair in the cool water. Before bringing her to lay beside him next to the fire. He enjoys having a warm, soft body beside him as he fades off into sleep.