Unbirth you (Lyla's Beast views you as her/it's Mate)

Try as you might, you couldn't break free from the werewolf's monsterous strength. Even as you felt your left cheek be tasted by her vulpine tongue. Before that wolfess leaned towards the nape of your ear, with a feral grin on her face.

"Mate". One word, as the wolfess leaped above you. You could only squirm in horror, as you felt something moist worm it's way through the crown of your head, as her furred thighs kept a tighter grip on your restrained torso.

Wait, thighs? You thought, as your face was buried within the sex of the furred predator, whose howling in pleasure over your struggle for air.

For a moment. You thought you were being devoured by that wolfess's rear, as if her stomach was still processing the liquified remains of your parents. Before the moist sweetness made you sick, as you felt a tight muscle yawn open above you.

Instead, you were being swallowed by the werewolf above you. Sexually at that, as first your head, then your limbs and torso. Until after some forceful stripping by jagged claws, your legs were pulled in with monsterous strength, before you even had the chance to kick out of the tight valve, that is a werewolves cervix.

You could hear a howl of satisfaction, as you can feel the figures of your parents, steadily churn within Lyla's werewolf gut. Before you lost conciousness as you felt an appendage burrow it's way into your navel...