Yes.

You felt like you were running on fumes but, praise be to Bahpomet, you made it home with your first concubine into tow, guiding her back by her cock and even giving her a handjob to make her cum some more, weakening her. You made sure she shot out one last good gallon before you set her near your resting area.

You ceased your buzzing and like that, she dropped like a sack of anally ravaged imps. And so did you, falling right on top of the centaur's back. Damn, did she feel so soft right now. Before sleep would take you, you used a low tier demonic binding spell that binded her legs in a rope of hellish embers. That should hold her for the duration of your slumber.

You had to hand it to this pony, she caught you off guard. But that made you wonder what the rest of her herd was like, where she even learned eromancy from. You were always told about how the prey monsters of the material realm were weak and unable to even struggle, let alone use any offensive magic.

Perhaps this pony could tell you. If not, you had others means and even a contact or two that could help you, though you preferred leaving out your demonic one. Despite being a mere imp, she was far more shady and annoying then the average one thus you wouldn't really favor using any of your power to bring her into your own den.

Meh... you'll figure it out later. For now, rest.