The Ravenclaw Rebellion
Copyright© 2025 by Xanzibar
Chapter 1: Ravenclaw Resists
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: Ravenclaw Resists - Book 2 of the The Notorious Zyriel Nyx Saga. After Zyriel striking victory against the Gryffindors including the subduing of Hogwarts University's Headmistress, Lily Potter, she looks to consolidate power. Only she did not account for those pesky Ravenclaws who are led by Luna Lovegood and three new witches that arrived from other magical schools. Bolstered by her new boyfriend Harry Potter she looks to take on the ancient evil plaguing Hogwarts
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual TransGender Fan Fiction Futanari Magic Cuckold Incest Mother Sister BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Body Modification Foot Fetish Leg Fetish Public Sex Teacher/Student ENF Politics Prostitution Revenge Transformation
One Week Later...
Lily walked into the Slytherin Common Rooms on the orders of Zyriel to kiss the first Slytherin man to walk into the manor. It happened to be Crabbe and Goyle. Zyriel with her legs crossed from her seat of power, simply muttered, “Both of them; whore”.
Lily blushed and nodded her head submissively, “Yes Goddess” Lily sexily sauntered over to Crabbe and threw one arm around his neck and pulled in a long slow kiss. With her other hand she reached out to grab Goyle and pull him close to her. As she broke the kiss from Crabbe she uttered, “Welcome home Master Crabbe.” Before leaning close to Goyle turning sideways to pull a long suckled to Goyle, breaking it off and utter in bated breathe, “And you as well, Mr. Goyle. Is there anything I can do for you today” She cooed incredibly worked up by the two slow kisses.
Crabbe and Goyle stood there in stunned silence, their eyes wide as they took in the sight of the once-mighty Headmistress debasing herself before them. Lily’s sudden submissive display had caught them off guard, but they quickly recovered, matching predatory grins spreading across their faces.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our dear Headmistress,” Crabbe sneered, his thick fingers reaching out to grasp Lily’s chin. “Seems like you’ve finally learned your place.”
Goyle chuckled darkly, his meaty hands sliding down to grip Lily’s hips possessively. “Yeah, looks like Zyriel’s finally broken that stubborn spirit of yours.”
Lily trembled under their touch, hating herself for the way her body responded to their domination. She knew she should fight, to resist this humiliation, but the potent cocktail of Zyriel’s enchantments had left her powerless to deny their advances.
“Please, masters,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Use me as you see fit.”
Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a triumphant look, clearly relishing their newfound power over the once-proud Headmistress. Without another word, they began tearing at Lily’s clothes, exposing her pale, trembling flesh to their hungry gazes.
Zyriel watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. She had promised the Slytherins that they would all get a chance to claim the Headmistress as their own, and she had no intention of going back on her word.
As Crabbe and Goyle roughly manhandled Lily, Zyriel leaned back in her chair, already anticipating the delicious sounds of the Headmistress’s cries of pleasure and shame that were sure to follow.
The two burly Slytherins wasted no time in ravishing Lily, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her exposed skin. Lily whimpered and moaned, her pussy throbbed as she wanted to be taken again. She was their fucktoy and she found herself loving being the toy they played with.
Crabbe yanked Lily’s head back by her hair, his lips crashing against hers in a bruising kiss. Goyle, meanwhile, trailed sloppy kisses down her neck, his thick fingers kneading her breasts roughly.
“That’s it, slut,” Crabbe growled, breaking the kiss. “Let us hear how much you love being our little plaything.”
Lily’s cheeks burned with shame, but she found herself unable to deny their commands. “I love it, masters,” she whimpered, hating the way the words spilled from her lips. “Please, use me however you want.”
Goyle let out a triumphant laugh, his grip on Lily’s hips tightening. “Oh, we plan to, Headmistress. You’re going to be our personal fuck toy from now on.”
“Down all fours you are about to experience a proper Slytherin spit roast. Lily panted heavily as she got down on her hands and knees and even turned around to offer her pussy and ass to the boys facing the others of the common room. It did not take long for both Crabbe and Goyle to shed their clothes.
Crabbe and Goyle positioned themselves on either side of Lily, their thick, throbbing cocks jutting out menacingly. Lily’s heart raced with a mixture of fear and twisted anticipation as she waited, trembling, for their next move.
Without warning, Crabbe gripped Lily’s hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to open her mouth. “Open up, like good lil Headmistress,” he growled. “Time to put that pretty mouth of yours to work.”
Lily whimpered but obediently parted her lips, allowing Crabbe to shove his cock down her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, as he began to thrust roughly, using her mouth like a common whore.
Meanwhile, Goyle positioned himself behind Lily, gripping her hips tightly. “Here it comes, Headmistress,” he sneered, before slamming his thick shaft into her pussy. Lily cried out around Crabbe’s cock, the dual sensations overwheled her.
The two Slytherins set a brutal, relentless pace, using Lily’s body for their own twisted pleasure. Lily’s mind reeled, the humiliation and degradation washing over her in waves. And yet, she couldn’t deny the intense, shameful arousal coursing through her.
Zyriel watched the depraved scene unfold, a smug grin on her face. She had utterly broken the once-mighty Lily Potter, reducing her to nothing more than a common whore for the Slytherins to use as they pleased. It was a sweeter victory than she could have ever imagined.
As Crabbe and Goyle neared their climax, their thrusts became more erratic and desperate. Lily knew what was coming, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but feel a perverse excitement.
With a final, guttural groan, Crabbe flooded Lily’s mouth with his release, his thick seed spilling down her throat. Lily swallowed it dutifully, gagging slightly at the salty taste.
Goyle was right behind him, slamming into Lily’s pussy one last time before emptying himself inside her. Lily cried out, her body convulsing with a shameful orgasm of her own.
When they were finished, Crabbe and Goyle pulled out, leaving Lily a trembling, spent mess on the floor. Zyriel strode over, cupping Lily’s chin possessively.
“Well done, my pet,” she purred. “You’ve proven yourself worthy of serving House Slytherin.”
Lily gazed up at Zyriel, her eyes clouded with a mix of adoration and self-loathing. “Thank you, Goddess,” she whispered, hating herself how horny words made her feel, hating the fact that she truly meant them, she wanted to make her gorgeous Goddess proud.
Zyriel smirked, knowing that she had utterly broken the Headmistress. Zyriel waited for the latest arrival to take her before walking to another part of the manor. There she saw a different scene. “Go on kiss your sister, we know you Weasley’s are inbred deviants show us how whores kiss” Draco called out egging the two on, he never tired of torturing Rhonda.
Rhonda looked apprehensively at Ginny, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and desire. But Zyriel’s command was not to be disobeyed. Slowly, she leaned in and pressed her lips against her sister’s, the kiss starting soft and tentative before quickly growing more heated and passionate.
Ginny responded eagerly, her tongue delving into Rhonda’s mouth as she pulled her closer. The two women’s bodies pressed flush against each other, their hands roaming and caressing with a hungry desperation.
Rhonda’s hands slid down to cup Ginny’s pert backside, kneading the soft flesh as their kiss deepened. Ginny moaned into her sister’s mouth, arching her back to grind her hips against Rhonda’s.
The Slytherins watched on, some palming themselves shamelessly through their trousers as the incestuous display unfolded before them. Draco let out a low, guttural growl, his eyes glued to the women’s writhing bodies.
Rhonda’s lips left Ginny’s, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Ginny tilted her head back, offering more access as she tangled her fingers in Rhonda’s hair.
“Mmm, yes,” Ginny breathed, her voice thick with arousal. “Don’t stop, sis.”
Rhonda’s hands slid up, cupping Ginny’s breasts and kneading them roughly. Ginny whimpered, her back arching as she pushed her chest into Rhonda’s greedy hands.
The two women were lost in a haze of lust, oblivious to the hungry gazes of the Slytherins surrounding them. All that mattered was the feel of each other’s bodies, the taste of their skin, the desperate need to be closer, to be one.
Zyriel watched the erotic display with undisguised glee, her own desire stirring as she took in the women’s wanton abandon. She knew that by breaking the Weasley sisters, she had cemented her control over the Slytherins. They were hers to command, body and soul.
As Rhonda’s mouth latched onto Ginny’s nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from the redhead, Zyriel felt a surge of possessive pride. Her plan had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams. The Headmistress and her friends were now her loyal, obedient playthings, to be used and discarded as she saw fit.
“Ok boys let’s introduce these sluts to some Slytherin cocks!” Draco declared triumphantly.
The Slytherins surged forward eagerly, their hands reaching out to claim the women as their own. Rhonda and Ginny were quickly surrounded, their bodies becoming the focus of the men’s ravenous desires.
Zyriel watched with a satisfied smirk, her eyes gleaming with dark triumph. She had broken the Weasley sisters, bending them to her will, and now they would be used to further cement her control over the Slytherins.
As the men began to ravish the sisters, Zyriel turned her attention to Lily, who still knelt on the floor, trembling from her earlier violation. The Headmistress gazed up at Zyriel with a mix of fear and longing, her body betraying her even as her mind recoiled.
“Oh you look so fucking sexy that way my pet,” Zyriel purred, running a possessive hand through Lily’s disheveled hair. “You’ve earned a reward slut”
Lily shuddered at the touch, hating herself for the way she craved Zyriel’s affection. “Thank you, Goddess,” she whispered, her voice laced with shame.
Zyriel smirked and leaned down, capturing Lily’s lips in a hungry kiss. Lily melted into the embrace, her body alight with forbidden desire. When they finally parted, Zyriel gazed down at her with a predatory gleam.
“Now, my dear Headmistress, it’s time for you to earn your keep. I have a very special task for you.”
“Go to my room. There Hermione is being punished for daring to study without me or my Slytherin comrades by her side to oversee here. I want you to go in there and lick her pussy, do not dare let up no matter how many times she orgasms. I also want to see if she is offering her Goddess the proper praises. Now Run Along Slut” Lily left.
Back in Zyriel’s room a sweat covered Hermione was suspended in a tangle of ropes, her legs forced open and her eyes covered with a bondage eye mask, her tits were tied tightly with cords as well. She appeared to be some perverted decoration than the brightest witch of our age. Lily without got on her knees which put her mouth almost perfectly on the same level as Hermione’s sex.
Hermione panting out exhausted, “I obey my Goddess is all things, nothing gives me more pleasure than pleasing my Goddess, Zyriel is all that matters, Zyriel is all I am good for, it is through her grace I live.”
She did not have to time to get any further before the headmistress devoured her sex with an onslaught of licks and suckles.
Hermione shrieked in surprise, her thighs tensing against the ropes until a pulse of pleasure melted her limbs into slack abandon. Lily’s tongue found the exact rhythm, the fevered little flicks and presses that made Hermione twitch and writhe. With every lap, Lily forced her brighter, clever rival to praise again, praise louder, praise the Goddess ... all for Zyriel’s pleasure and the depraved programming she herself now craved. Even hobbled and bound, Lily was first in all thing obedience to her Goddess being amongst them.
“Goddess, oh, Goddess, g-goddess ... please, yes, oh, fuck, yes!” Hermione babbled as the mounting orgasm crashed through her. She clamped around Lily’s head, suffocating the older woman in sweat and sex until the aftershocks receded. But Lily didn’t stop. Her mouth was inexorable, her tongue punishingly insistent. Both of them had lost count of the orgasms ages ago.
The cum-thick air grew humid, charged by the animal sounds reverberating off dark stone and wood. The sensation was pure drug for Lily ... each quiver and spasm of Hermione’s body sent the Headmistress spiraling, as though every girl she dominated set a wildfire inside her to burn away the last shreds of resistance. To please was her new genius. She could not fail this, not ever.
Eventually, Hermione was reduced to blubbering, barely able to form words, crooning out nonsense and repeated prayers to Zyriel’s name. The only thing that stopped Lily was the sound of Zyriel’s obsidian heels in the corridor, a dark staccato that summoned instant, groveling attention in every girl within earshot.
Zyriel entered, smirking at the tableau: Headmistress Potter on her knees, face glazed with slick, tongue flicking at the exposed and battered pussy of the finest witch of the age, who hung boneless in bondage and drooled “Goddess, goddess” at the ceiling.
“Did you praise me?” Zyriel crooned, slow and dangerous.
Hermione, blindly, wailed, “Yes, Goddess, yes, I worship you, I’m nothing without you, you are everything. I love you with all my being, Goddess. I am yours, I need to please you...”
“Oh that is got slut, just the way I like you,” Zyriel cooed, running her hand possessively though Lily’s mussed hair, then yanking her free from between Hermione’s legs. “Let her rest, darling. She’s had enough, and I need your mouth.”
Lily collapsed back, boneless and panting, but upon the command, she scrambled onto her hands and knees, crawling to where Zyriel awaited her. The Goddess didn’t need to spell it out; Lily nuzzled between the younger witch’s parted legs, reverent, hungry. She inhaled the scent of power and submission, the perfume of her own destruction, and eagerly set her tongue to the task, worshiping Zyriel’s cunt like a holy relic.
Zyriel gasped and shuddered, her cocky facade fracturing for just one heartbeat before she forced Lily’s face tighter into her. “Faster, whore,” she hissed. “Show me what you learned from your Slytherin sisters.”
Lily doubled her pace. Every swipe and swirl made Zyriel wild, and her praise branded itself into her psyche. It felt like pure bliss: “You’re better than Ginny, better than Bella, fuck, Potter, you’re the best little slut I’ve ever broken.” She ground her cunt into Lily’s mouth ruthlessly, the Headmistress tonguing in deep, servile greed as if she was trying to live up to that title that was heaped upon her. When Zyriel finally came, her thighs shook around Lily’s skull, and she shrieked her conquest for the whole house to hear.
She shoved Lily down onto her back, straddled her ... never satisfied, never sated. The High Domme of Hogwarts University drank in the sight of her debauched Headmistress, then lowered herself onto Lily’s face, pinning the older woman flat. “Lick me until you pass out,” Zyriel snarled, and Lily, finally worshiping her true goddess, complied.
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