You being her Womb-Mate.

"You becoming my instinctual Womb-Mate." You felt confused on what Lyla meant by 'mate', even if that was the last word her feral state said, before she swallowed you sexually.

"In short. You become a permament resident, within my body. Especially once you're absorbed by my predatory instinct. After which, it'd lead to either me popping out were-babies for the rest of my life, grow a dick with your name to it, have you take control over my feral body during full moon. If not all three at once!"

You shuddered. On how that's a fate worse than ****, that not even reformation technology could reverse, once initiated.

"Look. Just to hope for the best. Can you freely move around, without feeling stuck on any corner of my... instinct's womb?" You tried to move around like Lyla suggested, even roll around the damp sack your stuck in. Only to find out you can't freely roll around your back, as if her flesh has been glued to your shoulders.

Worse, you looked at where the umbilical cord was attached to, only to feel your feat be bound to the uterinie sack, as some flesh-like claws kept you in place. Worse with how you heard a howl gurgle from the nape of your ear. Marking you as mine...

"Fuck. It's already starting." You felt a groan, even as you heard the bell ring faintly.

"I'd say a big list of how you're going to be biologically absorbed within my sex. But that isn't the worst part. The best has yet to come..." You shuddered, on how worse this could get, once your absorbed. "Once my instinct's fully pulled you inside it. My predatory feelings are going to dominate you. Assimilate you, consume you, as our sex become entwined."

"Then, fuck. Especially as I just know, I want to bear children at some point. So you're either going to be a baby making machine, a furred cock or both. At minimum." A feeling mutually felt, as you felt your cock become rigid, as some flesh-like appendage started to tilt at your aroused member.

"So, I'm your instinct's fucking mate, for life?" You mentally screamed, especially to the horrored **** of child-support, rearing your head in turn, as Lyla sighed loudly.

"Given how I'm feeling satisfaction of you staying inside me forever? No shit...."

It sucks. But somehow... You think it might not be all bad. Even as you can't help but have the phantom feeling of being covered in possessive fur, hugging you in lust driven affection.