The Notorious Zyriel Nyx
Copyright© 2024 by Xanzibar
Chapter 7: The Triumph of Zyriel Nyx
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Triumph of Zyriel Nyx - In this timeline, The Ministry desperate for new wizards and witches to replenish the extremely depleted ranks of the Aurors and Unspeakables from the war commissions a university specializing on dueling and intelligence. The campus comprises of one tower and four house Manors instead of common rooms and dorms. This story is about the arrival of three dark witches from other schools who are sorted to Slytherin
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Mult Coercion Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fan Fiction Futanari Magic Cheating Cuckold BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Interracial Black Male Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Body Modification Foot Fetish Cat-Fighting Prostitution Transformation
It had been over three days, and no one had seen the Headmistress. The Auror’s were hours from being called when the owl arrived with letters to Lucius. He immediately called a faculty meeting.
Lucius read the letter immediately once everyone was seated. “Dear Trusted Friends (No one really knew Lily that well), Do not fret. An old friend had acquired some intelligence on a possible threat to this University, two Unspeakables have found an old tome. As I am the only one at the University that can decipher the language effectively, I agreed to decipher the tome, until then Lucius is in charge. I will not be long. Tell my deputy Headmistress to assist you she knows enough to keep the University running Lucius will handle any big picture notifications from the Ministry”. Surprisingly, the staff took the news very well. The truth was as professional, and powerful Lily was as a witch she lacked in intraschool relations. She did not confide in anyone and seemed cold and aloof.
“I will do my best to fulfill the Headmistress’s duties while we wait for her to return hopefully very soon. I will continue to teach Defense of the Dark Arts class. “The meeting ended surprisingly upbeat. The staff left for their classes.
Office of the Headmistress...
The dimly lit common room buzzed with a tense energy as Bella and Alexandria stood amongst a gathering of Slytherins, each face shadowed with anxiety. The air felt thick, almost suffocating, as they all awaited Zyriel’s return, the weight of her daring plan pressing down on their shoulders like a heavy shroud.
“Do you think she managed to subdue the Headmistress?” Bella whispered, her voice barely steady, eyes darting nervously towards the entrance.
A murmur of apprehension rippled through the group. “What if she didn’t?” a Slytherin boy fretted, his voice quivering with fear. “If she’s caught, we’ll all be hunted down like animals!”
Another chimed in, her voice tinged with desperation, “We’ll be fugitives! Our families will disown us. We’ll have nowhere to hide!”
The words hung in the air, each one a stab of panic that sank deeper into the hearts of those gathered. Alexandria clenched her fists, trying to appear composed. “Zyriel won’t fail,” she asserted, yet her tone betrayed her own doubts.
But the minutes dragged on, the silence between their anxious whispers growing heavier with each passing second. The flickering flames in the fireplace cast ominous shadows, mirroring the dread that loomed over them all. As they glanced nervously at the door, every creak and whisper of the stone walls seemed to echo their deepest fears, threatening to unravel their nerve completely.
Then the sound from the fireplace from the adjoining apartment of the Headmistress someone just flooed-flamed into the apartment. They heard voices. Out walked an unapologetically naked Zyriel harshly pulling Lily by a leather Slytherin green slave collar around her neck and then roughly throwing her to the ground. Lily was naked with a couple smoot spots from recently traveling by Floo. She got up on all fours and raised her ass towards Zyriel and spread her legs as if trained to. Zyriel then casually walked over behind Lily, who did not move at all as she maintained her posture on all fours like a prized dog in a dogshow. Zyriel reached forward grabbed Lily’s hair pulled it back forcing her to face the fellow Slytherin’s in the room. A show of force if you will by Zyriel.
“What are you slut?” Zyriel barked slapping her ass harshly.
“I am your bitch, Goddess!” Lily panted out, she was extremely aroused as she had been fucked almost non-stop for three days. Zyriel getting gradually more savage as the time went on. Lily looked like she had been through the ringer, her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared. She had criss-cross slash marks on her back
“Look at them and tell them what you are what you think of your new Goddess!” Zyriel barked before plunging into Lily.
Lily looked up at the stunned Slytherins with glazed, submissive eyes. “I am Zyriel’s bitch,” she breathed out, her voice quivering with a mixture of shame and arousal. “She is my Goddess now. I love her so much! I worship the ground she walks on and live to lick her heel!” Zealously proclaimed and sound like she was about to cum when she uttered it.
The Slytherins watched in stunned silence as Zyriel continued to ravish the Headmistress, their mouths agape at the sheer audacity and depravity of the scene unfolding before them.
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“Oh Goddesss! Thank You! Thank Ahh! I love wearing your Cum Goddesss! I love it! “Lily panted out before spasming hard with another intense orgasm for her Goddess.
Zyriel pulled out walked forward, still holding, Lily’s hair and finished off right on her face. Lily stuck out her tongue to catch as much as she could as Zyriel shot rope after rope onto her face.
“That’s a good cumdump. Wear your new makeup proudly bitch!” Zyriel quipped.
“I love it so much thank you, Goddess!” Lily panted out like she was about lose herself in her own humiliation.
Bella finally found her voice, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. “You ... you actually did it,” she stammered, her gaze flickering between the two women. “You’ve completely broken her.”
Zyriel smirked as she slowed her punishing thrusts, running a possessive hand down Lily’s sweat-glistened back. “Of course I did,” she purred, her tone dripping with triumph. “Did you really think I would fail?”
The other Slytherins shifted uncomfortably, their expressions a mix of awe, unease, and reluctant admiration. They had witnessed Zyriel’s cunning and ambition firsthand, but this ... this was on a whole other level.
“What are you going to do with her now?” Alexandria asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Zyriel’s grip tightened on Lily’s hair as she yanked the Headmistress’ head back, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the older woman. “I’m going to keep her,” Zyriel declared, her eyes burning with a dark, hungry possessiveness. “She’s mine now. My personal little slut to use however I see fit.”
Lily whimpered at Zyriel’s words, her body trembling with a mix of fear and delirious arousal. She knew she should be horrified, that she should be fighting against this, but the truth was, she had never felt more alive, more desired, more complete than she did in this moment, kneeling at Zyriel’s feet.
The Slytherins exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to process what they were witnessing. They had always known Zyriel was ambitious and cunning, but this ... this was on a whole other level of ruthlessness and depravity.
“I get that but what happens right now?” Bella asked, her voice wavering slightly as she started to look onto Lily with lust.
Zyriel’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she continued to thrust into Lily. “Now?” she purred. “Now, I cement my position as the true power at this university. With the Headmistress under my control, nothing can stop me.”
The Slytherins watched in a mix of horror and awe as Zyriel continued to dominate the once-formidable Headmistress, knowing that their lives were now irrevocably intertwined with this twisted new reality.
The Slytherins present cheered loudly. Shall we have some fun with my bitch before we take her back to the manor?”
“Slut tits on that glass now” Zyriel harshly barked pointing to the window that looked out over campus. She would be visible to anyone looking into the window. The one saving grace would be that it was so late at night no one would believe what happened.
“Yes Goddess ... but-”
“Now! I see we still need some work” Zyriel added. This caused Lily’s eyes to widen. She scampered hurriedly to the window looking out over campus and pressed her tits to the glass. A position that left her naked backside vulnerable.
Zyriel casually walked behind her, the Slytherin’s followed to get a better look. Zyriel smirked and waved her wand in the air, no one present was a morphing mage like her but they were also not totally without alternatives. Magical Strap-ons appeared at the feet of every Slytherin witch in the room. “Kiss the glass until I tell you to stop.”
Lily blushed and said, “Yes Goddess”. The pale skinned Headmistress began suckling the cold glass her breathe fogging the window.
“I will go first, then ladies you will all introduce yourself to our new fuckslut!” Zyriel declared casually walking over to Lily and grabbing her hair and pressing her face harder into the glass. Lily for her part still suckled the glass as her Goddess did this to her. Then with tremendous fervor Zyriel thrusted into once again as she did so many times since claiming her.
Lily moaned into the glass as Zyriel pounded into her relentlessly, the young witch’s domination complete. The Slytherins watched with a mix of lust and awe, each one eagerly awaiting their turn to defile the once-powerful Headmistress.
Zyriel’s grip on Lily’s hair tightened as she thrust deeper, her eyes burning with a dark, possessive hunger. “That’s it, slut,” she growled. “Take my cock like the pathetic whore you are.”
Lily’s muffled cries of pleasure only spurred Zyriel on, the younger witch’s savage pace leaving the Headmistress trembling and desperate for more. The Slytherins began to line up, each one eager to claim their prize.
One by one, they stepped forward, their magically-conjured phalluses pressing against Lily’s abused flesh. She whimpered and pleaded, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations, but Zyriel’s iron grip kept her in place, offering no mercy.
The room echoed with the sounds of their depraved acts.
The sounds of Lily’s muffled moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room as the Slytherins took turns claiming the Headmistress. Zyriel watched with a cruel smirk, her grip never loosening Lily’s hair as she was ruthlessly used by her students.
The young Slytherins were merciless in their assault, each one desperate to prove their dominance over the once-powerful woman. Lily’s body shuddered with each brutal thrust, her mind reeling from the overwhelming sensations.
But even as she was violated, a part of Lily craved this twisted attention. The shame and humiliation only seemed to heighten her arousal, her traitorous body betraying her every attempt at resistance.
Zyriel’s laughter rang out, mocking Lily’s pitiful cries. “Look at you, the great Headmistress, reduced to nothing more than our personal fuck-toy,” she sneered. “You love this, don’t you? Being used and degraded by your students.”
Lily wanted to deny it, to scream that this was all wrong. But the words caught in her throat, drowned out by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. As much as she hated to admit it, a part of her did crave this twisted attention, this degradation at the hands of her young tormentor.
The Slytherins continued their relentless assault, each one taking their turn violating the once-powerful Headmistress. Lily’s body trembled with each brutal thrust, her mind fracturing under the weight of her shame and arousal.
Zyriel watched with dark amusement, reveling in her total domination over the woman who had once commanded such respect. “That’s it, slut,” she purred, yanking Lily’s head back by her hair. “Scream for us. Let everyone know just how much you love being our fucktoy!”
Zyriel’s triumph was complete. The Headmistress, once a pillar of authority, now groveled at her feet, a broken and debased plaything. The Slytherins’ savage assault had reduced Lily to a quivering mess of shame and ecstasy.
As the final female Slytherin withdrew, Lily collapsed to the floor, her body trembling. Zyriel stepped forward, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. “Look at you, the great Lily Potter, reduced to nothing more than our personal whore.” She grabbed a fistful of Lily’s hair, yanking her head back. “You loved every second of it, didn’t you?”
Lily’s eyes were glazed with a mixture of horror and arousal. “No ... I...” Her voice was barely above a whisper, the words catching in her throat.
Zyriel laughed, the sound dripping with contempt. “Don’t even try to deny it, slut. Your body betrayed you.” She reached down, running a finger along Lily’s swollen, glistening folds. “You’re soaking wet. Admit it - you’re nothing but a desperate, horny little cumdump!”
Lily shuddered at Zyriel’s touch, her body betraying the turmoil within. “Please...” she whimpered, hating herself for the weakness in her voice.
Zyriel’s grip tightened cruelly in Lily’s hair. “Please what, slut? Beg me for more?” She leaned closely, her hot breath on Lily’s ear. “Because I know you want it. You crave humiliation, the degradation. Admit it.”
Tears of shame stung Lily’s eyes as she tried to turn away, but Zyriel’s hold was unyielding. “I ... I don’t know what I want,” she choked out, the words laced with self-loathing.
“Liar,” Zyriel hissed. With a sudden motion, she yanked Lily to her feet, forcing the older woman to face the assembled Slytherins. “Look at them. Look at what you’ve become.”
Lily’s gaze flickered helplessly from one student to the next, her cheeks burning with humiliation as she took in their hungry, triumphant expressions. These were the same young charges she was to teach to be better only to be bested by the same charges.
Finally, Lily’s defiance crumbled, her voice barely above a whisper as she confessed her shameful desires. “Yes,” she gasped, unable to look them in the eye. “I crave it ... I want to be your fucktoy.” Her admission hung in the air, a final surrender of body and soul.
The Slytherins erupted in a raucous cheer, their disbelief now replaced by triumph. The once-powerful Headmistress had fully submitted, not just to Zyriel but to all of them. They exchanged wicked grins, reveling in Lily’s complete degradation.
“Did you hear that?” Zyriel taunted her voice loudly above the den. “She wants to be used by all of us.” Her words were met with another round of applause, the sound echoing off the walls.
Lily stood in front of them, her cheeks flushed with humiliation and arousal, her body a traitor to her mind. She felt small and exposed, but a dangerous thrill coursed through her. She had never imagined herself so utterly defeated, so utterly theirs.
Zyriel’s eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction. “I think she needs to show us just how serious she is about being our little toy,” she suggested, her voice dripping with malice. “How about it, Lily? Are you ready to worship your new owners?”
Lily hesitated, a moment of resistance flickering in her eyes, but where defiance would be, she now moaned in submission as her lust answered her doubts. Every attempt at denial had been stripped away. She was theirs now, every part of her.
Zyriel smiled brightly. “Do you think she is worthy of worshiping us? I think I might have a soft spot I do not hear nearly the appropriate begging to be granted use of her?” Zyriel looked over to Lily. Lily looked like a deer in the headlights. She crawled over to Alexandria who was slightly in front of the rest of Slytherin, she leaned down and kissed the top of Alexandria’s foot.
Lily looked up at Alexandria with pleading eyes. “Please, Mistress Alexandria,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Allow me to serve you. I’ll do anything, I swear.”
Alexandria stared down at the once-proud Headmistress, now reduced to a quivering, submissive mess at her feet. A thrill of power surged through her as she realized the extent of Zyriel’s triumph.
“Anything, you say?” Alexandria purred, arching a perfectly sculpted brow. She glanced over at Zyriel, silently seeking her approval.