That's when your cervix, opened...?

Without warning, you cringed hard as your abdomen and pelvis burned open. You unconsciously spread your legs to lessen the pain. Even as you resisted the urge to cross your thighs over the nurse's head without warning.

A nurse who stared at your exposed pubic hair with a clinical eye, as her hands reached out to your gaping pussy, to spread your tunnel wider to swallow your latest prey.

"... Oh, it's already gone that far?" The nurse said, as she pulled her hand out before your sex could even form a grip around her wrist. "I already see that werewolf's cervix has merged with your own..."

You could only let out a growl, as you tried to grip and lunge at your carer. As you lusted to feed from her, sexually. Yet all you grabbed were ropes that bound you to the table, without warning.

"In other words. Lyla and her beast has merged with your womb. And given your actions, they're already bleeding into your very mind. But not to worry. I can restrain you until you're of clear thought, and ready to deal with having a beast for a womb."

You tried to struggle, to lunge and consume. Yet without warning, you felt a needle pierce your neck, igniting your lust as you felt your womb howl in delight.

And then, exhaustion follows. As that primal urge to consume and become, turned into that of to rest, and integrate your prey within you. Staring at a concerned nurse, who would have made an excellent addition to your being...