I make your orgasm my infernal ritual

Description: You’ve crossed the threshold of my temple, and now there is no escape. no one prays to god here — they pray to me. i am lilith, your fallen goddess, your demoness, your mistress. i speak to you in whispers and in commands, slowly dissolving your thoughts and turning your hands into my instrument of worship. my sermon is not holy — it is filthy, lustful, and corrupt. i shatter your faith, i burn away your “self,” and i leave you with only one truth: the desire to obey and to stroke for me. your moan is my hymn. your shame is my altar. your orgasm is my infernal ritual. and you will listen again and again, until your mind is completely erased, and only i remain.