[It's embarrassing, humiliating to be leaking like that - another sign of his punishment, Levity reckons as he covers his face with his hands, a soft noise escaping his throat, cheeks burning with shame and still more want. He's thoroughly, irrevocably stained, but even that wasn't enough. His voice is hoarse and raw from the screaming, crying, begging - all in vain as others reach their satisfaction while Levity is reduced to a moaning, sobbing mess, promising anything to be given release. Yet that, too, was not enough. All that's left is such a base, visceral hunger, and Levity really, really doesn't care what it takes to satisfy it anymore.

Weakly, he tries to raise himself up, head spinning, and directs Lily a pleading look. He's not quite certain of his surroundings anymore, and she's all he can focus on.]

M... Mistress... am I forgiven?..

[It's barely above a whisper; his voice still hoarse and lips swollen.]