In fairness, Aika had never recalled having sex before tonight.  (Not that Ichiro would be able to know it, for any reason whatsoever.  One of those game things.)  So it was entirely possible that she had never really learned to resist the need that was now permeating her entire frame.  She moaned when Ichiro squeezed one of her breasts, and was barely cognizant of the fact that even with him anchoring her in place with both his hands, she would have been hitting the car ceiling, which quite obviously would ruin the experience for all involved.  And while she was lost in the moments of heat, she would soon realize that this little escapade would leave her<em>reeking</em>of sex for...alright, definitely not as long as this car would be.  But it wasn't going to go away in a few minutes, either.<em>See that Air Dragon do <strong>this</strong> to win the race!</em><br/><br/>"Mmmmmmm," she groaned as she could feel her tunnel starting to draw itself tighter around him in preparation for her climax.  Her head lolled forward, her forehead touching his as for one long moment, all that movement stopped.  "Put it in me.<em>I want it.</em>"  While Joy was not in danger of the same thing Aika was...both ladies would find themselves safeguarded against the, shall we say, harshest consequence of a good time.<br/>____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Speaking of Joy, the thing that neither she nor Aika knew was that their Exaltations would protect them...at least as far as 'mundane' humans went.  Now, to be fair, there<em>was</em>a limit - it would not be impossible for one of the mortal strain to knock up an Exalted, but it would require more than a single, casual night of passion.  Now, as we've said, Joy was in absolutely no danger of this whatsoever - unless that piece of hard plastic held<em>more</em>surprises, but even through her fogged mind, she would not be able to make out any sort of details that might suggest that.<br/><br/>"Well, you know," the girl said as she moved towards Joy on the counter.  "Some people come to the races to drive, some people come to the races to watch...I come to the races to<em>ride</em>."  She did, apparently, like what she saw.  "Kinky, indeed...and here I thought walking around with a piece of plastic in your pocket was blush-inducing."  Stepping up to the counter, Joy would be able to feel the hard plastic tip press against her, threatening to slide in at a moment's notice.  "I don't mind giving you my name.  It's not like you're going to go through the phone book and find me tomorrow..."<br/><br/>And then she pressed<em>forward</em>, and Joy would feel the girl hilt all the way in the blonde American, filling her up with her special 'friend.'  "It's Kyoko."