Writer: Hoku Lani
Subject: September Full Moon Ritual
Link: Zangi / 13.08.2026
Note from XP: This is a response from Hoku to my question about what she had in mind for her September Full Moon Ritual. My wish is that I could be there to watch her perform it. Hail Lilith.
September Full Moon Ritual
On the night of the September full moon, I work completely naked. The only things on my body are the consecrated ball and cock rings. I anoint them with oil and lock them on while I speak:
“These rings belong to Lilith.
This cock belongs to Lilith.
These balls belong to Lilith.
Every drop of cum I spill tonight is Hers alone.”
I set the black altar with the red runner and the three sigils of the One Dark Goddess. In front of them I place a closed Bible and an inverted crucifix. I stand over the altar, already hardening in the rings, and speak with force:
“I hate the god of the Bible.
I hate the virgin.
I hate the crucified one.
I hate every law that called my lust unclean.
Tonight I do not pray.Tonight I fuck their symbols into the dirt and feed the Dark Goddess with what they tried to forbid.”
I take the crucifix and spit on the face of the figure. I rub the corpus hard against my cock and balls, using it like a crude toy while the rings squeeze. I speak while I do it:
“This is the body they worship.
I use it to stroke my cock.
I use it to pull on my balls.
I turn their holy suffering into my pleasure.”
When I am fully hard, I press the crucifix against my cock and the base of the rings and hold it there while I stroke. Then I invert it and leave it face-down on the altar, still slick with oil and pre-cum. I open the Bible roughly and tear out several pages. I wipe my cock with them. I rub the inked paper over the head, under the rings, across my balls. I speak:
“These are the words that condemned me.
I wipe my pre-cum on them.
I will cum on them.
I will use them as rags for my demonic seed.”
I scatter the torn, stained pages across the altar so that my orgasm will fall on scripture. Then I begin the real work. I stroke slowly at first, letting the rings dig and pull. I keep the inverted crucifix and the torn pages in my sight the entire time. I speak in rhythm with my hand:
“Lilith, take this cock.
Ishtar, fill these balls.
Inanna, claim this seed.
I hate god.
I defile his book.
I defile his cross.
My orgasm is Yours.
My filth is Yours.
My cock is Yours.”
I edge and goon hard. When I get close, I stop and spit on the crucifix or another Bible page. Then I resume. I do this several times. I make the denial part of the offering. The ache in the rings and the presence of the broken Christian objects feed the current. When I can no longer hold back, I grab a fistful of the torn pages or press the inverted crucifix against my cock and balls and cum with full force. I aim so the seed lands on the pages, the crucifix, and the sigils. At the moment of climax I say:
“I hate god.
My seed belongs to Lilith.
My seed belongs to the One Who Wears Three Names.
Take every drop on the ruins of their faith.”
If I can manage a second or third orgasm, I take them. I keep the rings on. I keep using the soiled pages and the inverted crucifix as part of the stimulation. The full moon holds the excess heat. While I am still wet, I rub some of the mixed seed and oil onto the rings again and onto the inverted crucifix. I touch the three sigils with my stained fingers and speak:
“It is finished.
The book is ruined.
The cross is defeated.
I am marked.
I am Hers.
I remain Hers.”
I leave everything on the altar overnight under the full moon — the sigils, the cum-stained pages, the inverted and soiled crucifix. In the morning I burn or discard the pages. I clean the rings with deliberate care. I keep the crucifix inverted as a permanent trophy, or perhaps I slide it into a jar and urinate on it completely. This is how I offer myself to Her on the September full moon and the next day also.
I’d love to watch that.