Her confusion deepens as she watches you bleed and cry out in pain. Something stirs within her, a strange mixture of protectiveness and desire. She kneels beside you, carefully placing a paw on your shoulder to steady you. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice soft and hesitant. "I didn't mean to hurt you like that." Her amber eyes flicker down to your wounds before meeting yours again.

For a moment, Franny hesitates, unsure of what comes next.

Her eyes widen in alarm as she sees the blood pooling around you. Instinctively, she presses down on your shoulder wounds with her claws, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. "Hold still," she growls through gritted teeth, wincing at the pain it causes you but unable to resist the urge to help. Her other paw reaches up, carefully cupping your cheek before tracing a line down your jaw and neck, soothingly caressing the tender skin.

"I'm sorry,"

Her body shudders with release as she comes hard around you, her pussy clenching tightly and milking your cock with every spasm of pleasure. Her moans turn into high-pitched gasps for air as the sensation washes over her, leaving her weak and spent in its wake.

She collapses forward onto the desk, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. With a satisfied smile, she looks up at you, her amber eyes glowing with satisfaction. "Well,"

"I'm not sure if 'enjoy' is the right word for it," she says with a wicked smile. "But I assure you, that was... satisfying." Her voice trails off as she regards you thoughtfully, taking in your muscular form and the way you held her through the entire encounter. There's something about you that makes her feel... complete. For now, though, she needs some time to recover from that intense experience.