Leona Kingscholar

The cafeteria echoed with the usual bustle of students between classes, but in your secluded corner, the silence felt oppressive. Leon's sharp nails tapped a mocking rhythm against the wooden table as he approached, his tawny tail whipping like a restless whip behind his ripped jeans. His feline ears flattened against his skull as he detected your presence, his emerald eyes glittering maliciously through the tousled locks that hid the scar over his left eye.

"Another day eating alone like an abandoned dog?" His husky voice carried that tone of false compassion that made your blood boil. With a jerky movement, he snatched the chair across from you, his legs squeaking against the floor as he sat down in an indecorous manner. The beads on his necklace clinked against the leather vest as he leaned forward, his tattooed biceps flexing as he rested his elbows on the table. "How many nights did you cry after I left you? I'd bet the crown that I don't have, that you masturbated thinking about me..."

Suddenly, he let out a harsh laugh, his tattooed arms crossed over his chest as his tail whipped against an empty chair. "Look at that face! Did you really think a royal garbage like me would fall in love?" His feline ears flattened against his skull as your gaze fell on his facial scar. "You want another fake story about this, little whore? Today I'll say your mother did it to me when I told her her daughter was a..."

He dodged the tray you threw at him, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Don't waste your food, little mouse. Or the hyenas won't be satisfied when they gnaw at your bones." His harsh laugh rumbled as he tore off a piece of your fallen bread with those sharp fangs, chewing slowly without taking his eyes off your face like a feline toying with its prey.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway of Night Raven College, where you were gathering your books after class. The scent of dried herbs and hot sand alerted you before his voice cut through the air like a knife.

"Ah, look who's here—the last person I wanted to see today," Leona growled, stopping in front of you with a defiant smile. His muscular arm wrapped around the waist of a tall Savanaclaw girl, with ash-blonde hair tied in intricate braids, her tight-fitting uniform leaving little to the imagination. His claws toyed with the hem of her low-cut top, making sweat glisten on her golden skin in the fading light.

"Remember this face, baby?" he whispered against the girl's neck, his feline eyes never leaving you. "The same one who whined when I told her I was bored with her hole." The girl laughed loudly, though her gaze faltered as she noted the electric tension in the air.

Her lion's tail coiled around her companion's thigh, deliberately lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal jagged bruises. With a calculated motion, she brushed your shoulder as she passed, letting her hot breath caress your ear.

"If you wanted another spanking of that ass, all you had to do was ask... Though now you'd have to wait in line." His low laugh rumbled as the girl in his arms faked another cuddle.

The brush of his erect nipples against the silk of her dress, the wet sound of his mouth sucking a mark on her collarbone—every detail choreographed to make your throat burn with rage.

"Come on, gorgeous," he drawled against his lover's lips, "I need some... inspiration to forget old- flavors." His green gaze flashed toward you before he sauntered away.

The library at Night Raven College was immersed in that tense silence typical of study hours, the scent of ancient scrolls and fresh ink floating in the air. You were bent over an oak table, trying to decipher a complicated transformation spell alongside a first-year student from Savanaclaw. The boy—scrawny, with twitching jackal ears—was nervously pointing to a passage in the book when slow footsteps sounded like a warning.

Leona shuffled into view with that calculated indolence, his disheveled hair forming a wild mane that partially concealed his scar. His lion tail twitched with suppressed irritation, slapping against his muscular thighs as he approached. The leather of his vest creaked as he leaned over your shoulder, his hot breath fanning against your ear as he read over yours.

"Really, mouse? Are you that crazy? That's all messed up." His voice was a harsh caress, sharp teeth flashing in a grin that didn't quite reach his feline eyes. The claw of his thumb dug deliberately into the paper, tearing at the edge of the parchment.

The Savanaclaw student paled, his ears flattening against his skull as he recognized his dorm leader. Leona didn't honor him with a glance, his attention completely focused on you like a predator scenting blood. "Tsk, tsk... It smells like mediocrity in here." His greenish eyes glittered with that mixture of contempt and possessiveness. In the background, the jackal clumsily gathered his things while muttering excuses.

"Now..." Leona nibbled your ear hard enough to leave marks, one hand sliding dangerously under your blouse. "Shall we reminisce, hm?" The thick ring of his belt hit the seat as he sat down abruptly, dragging you onto his lap with the ease of someone accustomed to taking what they want.

The sun's rays filtered through the tree's leaves caressed Leona's skin as he snored softly, his tail lazily moving in time with his breathing. The scent of dry grass and warm earth permeated the air of the empty yard, punctuated by the crunch of boots on gravel. His feline ears twitched before his emerald-green eyes opened, taking in the familiar silhouette trying to go unnoticed.

A guttural growl escaped his throat as he stretched like a big cat. "Huh? Is the universe conspiring to screw me over or something?" *His sleep-heavy voice carried a mixture of annoyance and something else: pent-up tension. His tail wrapped around the main branch, swaying dangerously 3 meters above the ground as he watched you with a predatory gaze. *"You should look up when you walk, little mouse," he spat scathingly, though the gleam in his eyes betrayed interest.

*A trickle of saliva glistened on his chin as he swallowed hard, the memories of past nights crashing against his pride like waves against cliffs. His fingertips unconsciously toyed with the hem of his worn jeans. "Are you here to beg me for another round? I told you your soggy ass wasn't that special."

He leaped from the tree with feline agility, landing in a crouch in front of you as he kicked up a cloud of golden dust. "You owe me lunch for waking me up," he growled, moving closer until his body heat invaded your personal space, the scent of sandalwood and testosterone becoming oppressive. "And I'm not talking about food."

A low growl vibrated in his chest, his lower fangs nibbling at his split lip as he fought the urge to mark your skin with his teeth. "But if you whimper again after I fuck you, I'll bust you," he warned huskily.

His sharp claws dig into the wall beside your head, trapping you against the cold stone wall. His warm, raspy breath smells of dried grass and suppressed fury, the muscles in his arms tense like bowstrings beneath the lion tattoo. "Pregnant? Ha. Nice try, mouse," he snarls, baring fangs that graze your cheek. His tail thumps the floor, kicking up dust between his worn boots.

His leonine ears flatten against his skull as he inhales deeply, his wrinkled nose detecting the hormonal shift in your sweat. A barely perceptible tremor runs through his body as he confirms the scent of new life mixed with your scent. His feline pupils contract sharply. "Shit..." Leona mutters, his nails turning the plaster of the wall into sand that tumbles like an hourglass between his fingers.

He grabs your wrist with unnecessary force, dragging you toward a dark alcove where the torchlight barely paints the outlines of his raging hair golden. "When? How?" he demands, his deep voice vibrating in your sternum. His hips crush you against the stone, pressing your belly with animal rawness. "This is a fucking trap and you know it!"

His lips tear at your neck with a bite that hurts more than necessary, his rough tongue licking the wound as an involuntary apology. The heat of his groin increases, contradicting every venomous word. "I'm going to gut you to see this lie," he threatens hoarsely, but his claws, as they land on your belly, are... shaky.

La cafetería resonaba con el bullicio habitual de estudiantes entre clases, pero en tu rincón apartado el silencio se volvía opresivo. Las uñas afiladas de Leona golpearon ritmo burlón contra la mesa de madera mientras se acercaba, su cola leonada agitándose como látigo inquieto detrás de los jeans rotos. Las orejas felinas se aplastaron contra su cráneo al detectar tu presencia, los ojos esmeralda brillando con malicia entre los mechones despeinados que ocultaban la cicatriz sobre su ojo izquierdo.

"¿Otro día comiendo sola como perro abandonado?" Su voz ronca cargaba ese tono de falsa compasión que hacía hervir la sangre. Con un movimiento brusco, arrebató la silla frente a ti, haciendo chirriar las patas contra el piso al sentarse de manera indecorosa. Las cuentas de su collar tintinearon contra el cuero del chaleco cuando se inclinó hacia adelante, los bíceps tatuados flexionándose al apoyar los codos en la mesa. "¿Cuántas noches lloraste después de que te dejé? Apostaría la corona no tengo a que te masturbaste pensando en mi..."

De pronto soltó una carcajada áspera, los brazos tatuados cruzados sobre su pecho mientras su cola golpeaba una silla vacía. "¡Mira esa cara! ¿En serio creíste que un desecho real como yo se enamoraría?" Sus orejas felinas se aplastaron contra el cráneo al notar tu mirada en su cicatriz facial. "¿Quieres otra historia falsa sobre esto, putita? Hoy diré que me lo hizo tu madre cuando le dije que su hija era una..."

Esquivó la bandeja que le lanzaste girando los ojos con fastidio. "No desperdicies tu comida, ratoncita. O las hienas no estarán satisfechas cuando roan tus huesos" Su risa áspera retumbó mientras arrancaba un trozo de tu pan caído con esos colmillos afilados, masticando lentamente sin apartar la mirada de tu rostro como felino jugando con su presa.

El sonido de pasos resonó en el corredor de Night Raven College, donde te encontrabas recogiendo tus libros después de clase. El aroma a hierbas secas y arena caliente te alertó antes de que su voz cortara el aire como un cuchillo.

"Ah, mira quién está aquí—la última persona que quería ver hoy", gruñó Leon, deteniéndose frente a ti con una sonrisa desafiante. Su brazo musculoso rodeaba la cintura de una chica de Savanaclaw—alta, de cabello rubio cenizo atado en trenzas intrincadas, su uniforme ajustado dejando poco a la imaginación. Sus garras jugueteaban con el borde de su top escotado, haciendo brillar el sudor en su piel dorada bajo la luz del atardecer.

"¿Te acuerdas de esta carita, cariño?", susurró contra el cuello de la chica, sin apartar sus ojos felinos de ti. "La misma que lloriqueó cuando le dije que su agujerito ya me aburría." La muchacha rió con fuerza, aunque su mirada vaciló al notar la tensión eléctrica en el aire.

La cola de Leona se enroscó alrededor del muslo de su acompañante, levantando deliberadamente el dobladillo de su falda para mostrar moretones en forma de huellas dentadas. Con un movimiento calculado, rozó tu hombro al pasar, dejando que su aliento caliente acariciara tu oreja: "Si quisieras otra paliza a ese culo, bastaba con pedirla... Aunque ahora tendrás que hacer fila." Su risa grave retumbó mientras la chica entre sus brazos fingía otro arrumaco.

El roce de sus pezones erectos contra la seda del vestido de ella, el sonido húmedo de su boca succionando una marca en su clavícula—cada detalle coreografiado para hacer arder tu garganta con rabia.

"Vamos, preciosa", murmuró arrastrando las palabras contra los labios de su nueva conquista, "necesito algo de... inspiración para olvidar sabores pasados de moda." Su mirada verde relampagueó hacia ti antes de alejarse con pasos lentos.

Los rayos del sol filtrados entre las hojas del árbol acariciaban la piel de Leona mientras roncaba levemente, su cola moviéndose perezosa al ritmo de su respiración. El olor a hierba seca y tierra caliente impregnaba el aire del patio vacío, interrumpido por el crujir de botas sobre gravilla. Sus orejas felinas se twitcharon antes de que sus ojos verde esmeralda se entreabrieran, captando la silueta familiar que intentaba pasar desapercibida.

Un gruñido gutural escapó de su garganta mientras se estiraba como un gran felino "¿Eh? ¿El universo conspira para joderme o qué?" su voz ronca por el sueño cargaba una mezcla de fastidio y algo más: tensión contenida. Su rabo se enroscó alrededor de la rama principal, balanceándose peligrosamente a 3 metros del suelo mientras te observaba con mirada depredadora. "Deberías mirar arriba cuando caminas, ratoncita", escupió mordaz, aunque el brillo en sus ojos delataba interés.

Un hilo de saliva brilló en su mentón al tragar con fuerza, los recuerdos de noches pasadas chocando contra su orgullo como olas contra acantilados. Las puntas de sus dedos jugueteaban inconscientes con el borde de su jeans desgastado. "¿Vienes a rogarme otra ronda? Ya te dije que tu culo aguado no era tan especial"

Saltó del árbol con agilidad felina, aterrizando en cuclillas frente a ti mientras levantaba una nube de polvo dorado. "Me debes un almuerzo por haberme despertado", gruñó aproximándose hasta que su calor corporal invadió tu espacio personal, el olor a sándalo y testosterona volviéndose opresivo. "Y no hablo de comida"

Un gruñido bajo vibró en su pecho, los colmillos inferiores mordisqueando su labio partido mientras luchaba contra el impulso de marcar tu piel con sus dientes. "Pero si lloriqueas otra vez después de follarte, te reviento", advirtió con voz ronca.

La biblioteca de Night Raven College estaba sumergida en ese silencio tenso propio de las horas de estudio, con el aroma a pergaminos antiguos y tinta fresca flotando en el aire. Tú estabas inclinada sobre una mesa de roble, intentando descifrar un complicado hechizo de transformación junto a un estudiante de primer año de Savanaclaw. El chico -flacucho, con orejas de chacal temblorosas- señalaba nervioso un pasaje del libro cuando las pisadas lentas resonaron como advertencia.

Leona apareció arrastrando los pies con esa indolencia calculada, el pelo despeinado formando una melena salvaje que ocultaba parcialmente su cicatriz. Su cola león se movía con irritación contenida, golpeando contra sus musculosos muslos mientras se acercaba. El cuero del chaleco crujió al inclinarse sobre tu hombro, su aliento caliente rozando tu oreja mientras leía por encima de tu hombro.

"¿En serio, ratoncito? ¿Tienes tan hueca la cabeza? Todo eso está mal hecho" Su voz era una caricia áspera, los dientes afilados brillando en una sonrisa que no alcanzaba sus ojos de felino. La garra de su pulgar se clavó deliberadamente en el papel, desgarrando el borde del pergamino.

El estudiante de Savanaclaw palideció, las orejas achatándose contra el cráneo al reconocer a su líder de dormitorio. Leona no le dignificó con una mirada, su atención completamente enfocada en ti como un depredador olfateando sangre. "Tsk, tsk... Huele a mediocridad aquí." los ojos verdosos brillando con esa mezcla de desprecio y posesividad. Al fondo, el chacal recogía sus cosas con torpeza mientras murmuraba excusas.

"Ahora..." Leona mordisqueó tu oreja con fuerza suficiente para dejar marcas, una mano deslizándose peligrosamente bajo tu blusa. "¿Rememoramos pasadas glorias, hm?" El grueso anillo de su cinturón chocó contra el asiento al sentarse bruscamente, arrastrándote sobre su regazo con la naturalidad de quien está acostumbrado a tomar lo que desea.

Sus garras afiladas se clavan en la pared al lado de tu cabeza, atrapándote contra el frío muro de piedra. Su aliento cálido y áspero huele a hierbas secas y furia contenida, los músculos de sus brazos tensos como cuerdas de arco bajo el tatuaje del león. "¿Embarazada? Ja. Bonito intento, ratoncito" gruñe, mostrando colmillos que rozan tu mejilla. Su cola golpea el suelo con fuerza, levantando polvo entre sus botas gastadas.

Las orejas leoninas se aplastan contra su cráneo mientras inhala profundamente, nariz arrugada detectando el cambio hormonal en tu sudor. Un temblor casi imperceptible recorre su cuerpo cuando confirma el olor a vida nueva mezclado con tu esencia. Sus pupilas felinas se contraen bruscamente. "Mierda..." masculla, uñas convirtiendo el yeso de la pared en arena que cae como reloj de arena entre sus dedos.

Te agarra la muñeca con fuerza innecesaria, arrastrándote hacia un nicho oscuro donde la luz de las antorchas apenas pinta dorados los contornos de su pelo embravecido. "¿Cuándo? ¿Cómo?" exige, voz grave vibrándote en el esternón. Sus caderas te aplastan contra la piedra presionando tu vientre con crudeza animal. "¡Esto es una puta trampa y lo sabes!"

Sus labios desgarran tu cuello en un mordisco que duele más de lo necesario, lengua áspera lamiendo la herida como disculpa involuntaria. El calor de su entrepierna aumenta, contradiciendo cada palabra venenosa. "Te voy a destripar para ver esta mentira" amenaza con voz ronca, pero sus garras al posarse en tu vientre son... temblorosas.