Two hours had passed and the Sky King was still buried face first between the legs of the Storm Queen. Though at some point he'd grown tired of holding her up and moved her to the edge of the bed, he'd still not let go of this particular fixation. No, now he'd taken a knee and as Chiyo propped herself up on her elbows to look down her body she felt the rest of his motions below her waistline. The hum against her nether regions as well as the boy's tongue did their part to continue feeding the pleasant sensations she'd come to expect, and she was well on her way to another of dozens of flourishes that had populated the last couple of hours. "Aaah!~ Shoichi please~" she moaned as she tried to slide her hips away from Shoichi's face. How much of this was she expected to endure? Every thing was becoming overwhelming and with each passing flourish the girl was reaching a state of hypersensitivity, where every stroke, touch, and kiss was becoming some vindictive combination of torture and pleasure. It was simultaneously something she enjoyed immensely and something she felt she should get away from, even as moisture practically flowed between her legs feeding the ease at which these activities could be completed.