It makes them faster, stronger, and more resilient.”“What about the weapons? Why use melee weapons and not firearms?”“It’s just the way it�...s been,” she replied with a shrug. “They are also armed with firearms, but they aren’t needed down here.”“Oh. What do the enchantments on the weapons do, anyways? I noticed that the enchantments glowed the same color as the dragonkins holding them.”“Different things depending on the dragonkin. When a dragon channels mana through their weapon, it activates. I and my friend Karan would often have drinks with his mom Garima at their house. She was quite pretty and unlike other moms, she had a great figure of 36-30-36 and resembled the Indian actress Tisca Chopra. I never had wrong intentions for her as I was close to Karan. She must be 43 or 44 years old and fair-complexioned. When our college internship started, I joined Garima aunty’s garment business to assist her.I would travel to work with her in her BMW car and she would drop me home every. Despite her fearlessness in combat, her noble upbringing had isolated her from the real world. This meant she was completely naïve about social situations, often becoming anxious and sometimes being taken advantage of due to her innocence, unrelenting honesty, and gullibility.Her stoic second in command, and closest friend, was a Godtouched named Cal. This was presumably short for something. No-one who asked ever got a satisfying answer. Her bright golden hair, cut in a short, almost boyish. Her caresses made me whimper and moan. The pleasure rippled through me. It was a delight I never wanted to give up.Her hands reached my breasts. She cupped my tits beneath the negligee while her dildo slid up my thigh and found the shaved folds of my virgin pussy. I groaned, my futa-dick twitching, almost hard again as she kissed me with such passion.Our tongues caressed.Her fingers dug into my breasts.Her dildo found the entrance to my pussy.I broke the kiss, moaning, “Make me into a woman,.