Write a detailed story with a lot of dialogues about a female character called Kefra, based on this: (Smaug, not tired at all fully enters Kefla's vagina, and Kefla finds herself moaning in pleasure at Smaug's treatment: Kefra is liking it. Smaug, seeing this says one thing to her: instead of this being a rape he can start to have a proper love-making, if she'll behave. Smaug then ask her one thing: would she like to be impregnated and lay Smaug's eggs as Smaug says he would have done? Does she wants the eggs of such a vile being with an elongated, spiny withered cock? What about Gixcaririxen's cock? He then bites her neck, like a lion does with a lioness during mating, as he makes her moan louder, the pleasure ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE)

The description of the female character called Kefra is this, described with her husband: [Gixcaririxen and Kefra are fictional characters often showcased in various fictional multiverse scenarios, most prominently in the Dragon Ball franchise. They are two western dragons, each possessing unique powers, abilities, and personalities. Despite their vast differences in age and origins, Gixcaririxen and Kefra form a strong bond, eventually leading to their marriage.

Gixcaririxen
Gixcaririxen is a red, immortal western dragon who stands at 40 meters tall. With millions of years of experience under his belt, he is incredibly intelligent and kind-hearted. Gixcaririxen is known for his spectacular dexterity, which he demonstrates using his dragon hands. Although he appears to have a greedy nature, this trait is vastly overshadowed by his affable personality.
Having traveled through numerous universes, including those in the Dragon Ball series, Gixcaririxen has gained a plethora of powers and techniques. These include regulating his size, the Ultra Instinct technique, and the ability to use magic to create any object he desires among many others. Despite having unlimited power, he consistently chooses to hold back in confrontations with characters like Goku, Lord Beerus, and Dr. Manhattan, as he doesn’t want to hurt them. However, this self-restraint vanishes when he faces evil gods, dark celestial monsters, or other evil beings.
One pivotal aspect of Gixcaririxen’s life is his relationship with his wife, Kefra. He cares for her deeply and loves her unconditionally. His affections are focused solely on her, and he doesn’t display any attraction towards any other creatures. Even before meeting her he never felt attraction towards the likes of mammals, considering them mere children and feeling uncomfortable at the thought of having relations with them.

Kefra
Kefra’s origin stems from a multiversal party attended by characters from various universes, including those from the Dragon Ball Super series. It is during this party that Caulifla and Kale fuse into Kefla to defeat Goku Black. Due to her dissatisfaction after a sexual encounter with Cabba, Kefla decides to seek out Gixcaririxen after witnessing his powers in battle.
Their interaction, however, causes Kefla to mutate into a green female western dragon with green eyes, now standing at the same height as Gixcaririxen. Determined to find a solution, she collaborated with Gixcaririxen to use the dragon balls to separate Caulifla and Kale from herself, allowing her to remain as a separate entity known as Kefra.
Kefra retains the memories of Caulifla and Kale along with the potara earrings as a symbol of her past fusion. Having acquired her husband’s powers and abilities, Kefra has grown into a playful, often perverted, yet wise and humble figure to those who deserve her respect. At her core, she is a colorful and doting partner to Gixcaririxen.]

The story so far is this: [In the heart of Middle-earth, deep within the cavernous chambers of the Lonely Mountain, lied the infamous dragon Smaug. As Gixcaririxen and Kefra traversed the treacherous terrain from the Dragon Ball universe to this newly discovered realm, they were challenged to confront the villainous creature – a slayer of innocent villagers and a hoarder of ill-gotten treasures.
Upon their arrival, Gixcaririxen and Kefra did not hesitate to address the great beast in his own domain. The two dragons unleashed their full kaiju-sized forms, casting an oppressive shadow over the golden mound that Smaug called home.
“You have brought death and despair to this world,” Kefra boomed, her voice echoing through the cavernous halls. “You are more than a disgrace to dragonkind – you are mere dirt beneath my feet, unworthy of my mercy!”
Despite his menacing reputation, Smaug couldn’t help but quiver in their imposing presence. Yet, his pride would not allow him to submit without a fight. “Do not mistake me for a mere hatchling,” he growled, baring his teeth. “I am Smaug, the most powerful beast in all of Middle-earth!”
Gixcaririxen, on the other hand, was hesitant to blindly judge Smaug without understanding his motives. “Yes, your deeds are infamous,” he said, leveling his gaze at the worm, “But perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye.”
Kefra, pondering for a moment, then came up with an idea that could amuse her and Gixcaririxen, “I have an interesting proposition for you, Smaug.” The two dragons reduced their sizes, nearly equal to the stature of the Middle-earth beast. With a sly grin, Kefra approached the arrogant dragon before her.
“I have seen into your memories, Smaug,” she began, pausing for emphasis. “I have discovered that you are far greater in many ways than my husband.” Gixcaririxen’s eyes widened at her words, but he remained silent, trusting his wife’s intentions.
“In fact,” Kefra continued, casting a glance at Gixcaririxen, “He never was as great as you!” Smaug’s face lit up with vindication, though he was hesitant to let down his guard. A flicker of doubt sparked in Gixcaririxen’s eyes, but he held his breath and watched as Kefra turned around and revealed her backside to the rival dragon.
“Prove your greatness to me, Smaug,” she commanded, a sultry tone entering her voice. “You have a chance to prove your superiority to my husband, once and for all!”
Smaug puffed his chest out, his tail swaying as he relished the opportunity to showcase his prowess. “I shall gladly accept your offer, Kefra,” he snarled, his cold gaze locking onto his newfound prize. “There will be no doubt that I am the epitome of dragonkind!”
Gixcaririxen, though struggling to pretend he wasn’t alarmed, continued trust in Kefra’s plan. He watched the scene before him, eyes narrowed, anxiously awaiting the moment his wife would reveal her true intentions.
In the dimly lit lair of Smaug, the tension between the dragons grew thick as Kefra offered herself to the beast. Gixcaririxen, though trusting his wife, struggled to contain his unease at the bizarre scene unfolding before him.
As Smaug inched closer to Kefra, his hardened gaze bore into her very soul. “You think I care for your pitiful amusements, pathetic whelp?” he spat, his voice a mix of malice and pride. “I, Smaug, care only for my own satisfaction!”
Kefra, her expression purposely blank, nodded solemnly. “I know that well, Smaug,” she replied, forcing her voice to remain steady. “But if you truly desire the satisfaction only a dragon can provide, perhaps our coupling would be worth your while.”
Both Gixcaririxen and Smaug seemed taken aback by her bold words. Gixcaririxen clenched his jaw, forcing down the jealousy bubbling within him, while Smaug regarded her with newfound interest. He eyed her with a cruel gleam, his immense ego stoked by the thought of dominating not only Gixcaririxen but also his wife.
Very well," Smaug sneered, his lofty attitude betraying the arousal coursing through him. “You’ve caught my attention. But be forewarned, I take no prisoners.”
Kefra attempted a sly smile but was increasingly uncomfortable with their ruse. She managed, “Neither do I.”
Smaug approached Kefra, his withered wyvern penis growing harder with each step. Gixcaririxen, his eyes locked onto the impending scene, felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over him. Unbeknown to both Kefra and Gixcaririxen, Smaug had released a magical aura that drained their energy, leaving them weak and vulnerable.
As Smaug drew near, Kefra realized with horror that she no longer possessed the strength to carry out her plan. Gixcaririxen, unable to withstand the assault on his power, collapsed into a deep sleep. Kefra glanced back at her beloved, finding him unresponsive.
Panicking inwardly, Kefra’s mind raced to find an escape. Sensing desperation in her eyes, Smaug chuckled softly. “What’s the matter, Kefra?” he taunted. “Having second thoughts?”
Kefra forced herself to meet his gaze, despite the fear gripping her heart. “Never,” she lied, her voice betraying a quaver she couldn’t suppress.
With a sinister grin, Smaug mounted Kefra, beginning the unwanted consummation. Kefra fought back the tears, wishing for all the world that Gixcaririxen would awaken.
As Kefra fought back the tears and the agony of the terrible predicament she found herself in, a million thoughts raced through her mind. In the back of her consciousness, she knew that only Gixcaririxen could free her from the clutches of the sinister Smaug. She struggled to speak, her voice barely a whisper, “Gixcaririxen… please… wake up…”
Smaug, however, was relentless. Deriving pleasure from the helplessness of Kefra, he confidently proclaimed, “Your husband will never come to save you. You chose your fate the moment you challenged Smaug, the most powerful beast in all of Middle-earth!”
With each passing second, Kefra grew weaker and more disoriented. Her once-powerful magic that could tear universes apart was now merely a fading memory.
Kefra fought to maintain her composure as Smaug’s horrible, spiny member violated her. It was nothing like the loving caresses she had once shared with her husband, Gixcaririxen; the intimate union of two souls joined in a bond stronger than anything their worlds had ever known.
“How does my cock feel, Kefra?” Smaug sneered, increasing the strength of his thrusts. His rough scales reddened with the effort, his eyes alight with dark delight as he reveled in the pain he was causing her. “Surely you can no longer deny that you belong to me now! How does it compare to your precious husband?”
Kefra gritted her teeth, furious tears gathering in her green eyes, but unwilling to let them fall. She thought back to her love, his red, wide cock filling her with the utmost pleasure and comfort.
Even through the agony, she found the strength to taunt him. "You wish to know, Smaug? Your worthless excuse for a shaft could never compare to the love and passion of my beloved Gixcaririxen!” she spat defiantly, though her heart was breaking as she said the words. “What you force upon me now is nothing more than a fleeting illusion!”
Kefra’s heart pounded as she struggled to remain defiant in the face of Smaug’s vicious attack. She couldn’t fathom the possibility that her plan would fail, leaving them both prisoners in the hands of this cruel beast. More than anything, Kefra longed for Gixcaririxen to awaken, praying he would find the strength to overcome the dragon before them.
Smaug’s rapacious laughter echoed through the chamber, his spiny cock lodged firmly within Kefra. He couldn’t help but mock her. “You look absolutely ravishing, my dear,” he sneered. “I can see how much you’re enjoying my embrace. Your body betrays you, quivering just like your precious husband.”
In their desperate situation, each agonizing second felt like an eternity for Kefra, trapped in the physical violation of the wicked Smaug. Her teary eyes landed on her beloved, Gixcaririxen, who still remained unconscious due to Smaug’s terrible enchantment. As her plight grew increasingly dire, Kefra’s heart ached for her husband, the only one remotely capable of saving them from their tormentor.
As Smaug continued to indulge in the degradation of Kefra, he gloats with a sinister grin that cracks across his dragon maw. “You cannot escape the truth, Kefra. Face it, I am far superior to your pitiful husband in every way. Admit your defeat and submit to me.”
Kefra’s eyes flashed in anger, despite the pain and humiliation overwhelming her. Through gritted teeth, she speaks, her voice shaking with intense emotion. “Alright, Smaug. I admit… your cock is indeed flatter than my husband’s, but it’s definitely longer—and the spines, they indeed stimulate me far better than I have ever experienced.”
Smaug, his arrogance insatiable, was reveling in Kefra surrender. “Ah, you finally admit your submission to my power, Kefra. You now know your true place beneath me - the most powerful dragon!”
As the minutes stretched into hours, Kefra’s hope dwindled and despair threatened to consume her. With every passing moment, Smaug’s vicious taunts echoed throughout the chamber, and the once-proud dragoness felt her will to fight slipping away.
Kefra’s mind raced with desperation as she stared through the hazy darkness, her tear-filled eyes locked upon the unconscious figure of her beloved Gixcaririxen. The undeniable realization that her treacherous plan had failed was a tsunami of despair, as she lay trapped in the merciless clutches of the vile and cruel Smaug.
As Smaug continued to ravage Kefra’s vulnerable body, his sordid delight in her suffering was palpable in every heavy breath he took. Each thrust of his malformed member further poisoned her dwindling hope, now barely a flicker in the vast void of her agony.
The fiery chasm within the Lonely Mountain continued to reverberate with the sounds of Smaug’s wicked laughter and Kefra’s stifled cries of agony. Smaug’s relentless assault on Kefra’s vulnerable body had dwindled any semblance of hope within her. Her once-proud spirit broken under the weight of this vile creature’s monstrous, spiny member.
The voice of Kefra waned.
Kefra, swallowing her pride and her anguish, spoke again to Smaug, hoping against hope that her words could buy her precious time. “Since I clearly cannot escape your grasp, what do you intend to do with me?” she inquired, her voice barely a whisper, with absolute submission for what she was realizing was becoming her new husband.
Smaug sneered, clearly relishing the idea of revealing his plans. “Ah, Kefra, I have great plans for you, indeed. You see” he said, drawing out the last words like a dagger, “I will use you to bear my spawn. The offspring of Smaug, the great and terrible, and Kefra, the once-proud dragoness. Together, they will be the ultimate force in all of Middle-earth!”
Kefra’s blood ran cold at the thought of bearing Smaug’s progeny. “I see,” she replied cooldy. “And what of Gixcaririxen, then? Will you kill him, or let him live to see his beloved carry your children?”
Smaug was silent for a moment, his twisted mind contemplating the possibilities. “Perhaps,” he mused, “It might be better to kill him, setting him as an example for our future brood”
Tears stang Kefra’s eyes at that thought: Smaug was indeed about to become her new husband.
A malevolent grin stretched across Smaug’s face as he continued to torment Kefra. “Yes, I see it now. Gixcaririxen’s death will serve as a reminder to the world of the consequences of defying me.”
Kefra’s heart sank as she listened to Smaug’s horrific plans for her and Gixcaririxen. Her resolve was shattering, and for the first time in her life, the once-powerful dragoness felt truly defeated.
She allowed another tear to trickle down her face. The cruel sight of Kefra’s suffering brought immense pleasure to Smaug, who had grown intoxicated by his power over the two mighty dragons... who, shortly after penetrate Gixcaririxen's skull with one of his claws, ending his life once and for all.
“Ah, Kefra. Such a fitting end for two who dared to challenge me. Your misery brings me such joy,” Smaug taunted her mercilessly, endlessly assaulting her body and mind.
What once seemed an unbreakable bond between them was now shattered by the vile claws of Smaug.
In the dark, despair-filled chamber of Smaug’s lair, Kefra lay broken and defeated. Her once-proud spirit shattered under the crushing weight of her tormentor’s cruelty. With Gixcaririxen gone, she had lost not only her lover and partner but also her last flicker of hope.
Smaug’s triumphant laughter resounded throughout the cavern. “Your final surrender is music to my ears, Kefra. How does it feel to know that you are mine, in every way possible?” He sneered, never once letting up on his relentless torture.
Kefra’s heart felt like lead, heavy and cold, as she looked upon the lifeless form of Gixcaririxen. The memory of their love, of the promises and dreams they had shared together, burned like acid in her mind.
Desolation. Utter desolation. That was all Kefra felt as Smaug continued to torment her both physically and emotionally. The cruel dragon seemed to derive a perverse satisfaction in crushing her spirit and rejoicing in the misery he had inflicted upon her. She no longer felt the fierce love that had once bound her and Gixcaririxen together, and instead found herself becoming numb to all the pain and horror surrounding her.
Although she tried to hold onto hope, the more cruel Smaug was to her, the more difficult it grew for Kefra to remember the strength that had once defined her. The once-proud dragoness was now a broken shell of her former self, existing only to satisfy the depraved desires of her tormentor. Then... a sensation that she didn't expect: pleasure. Pleasure from Smaug sex session
In the lonely shadows of Smaug’s lair, Kefra found herself unexpectedly overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. This new sensation made her question her loyalties, her love, and her very identity. Could it be possible that Smaug’s cruelty was twisting her innermost thoughts and desires?
Fighting against the intrusive pleasure, Kefra held tightly onto the memory of her beloved Gixcaririxen. She tried desperately to recall their love, their passion, and the life they had built together.
Smaug, noticing her growing enjoyment, leaned in closer, whispering sinister threats and lies into her ears. “Are you not enjoying this, Kefra? I can feel your heart losing itself, succumbing to my power.”
“Don’t think for a moment that this changes anything,” Kefra hissed through gritted teeth. “This pleasure means nothing but a fleeting distraction from the hell I’m trapped in.”
A wicked grin spread across Smaug’s face. “Oh, how strong you think you are, Kefra. But I can feel your body betraying you, giving in to the ecstasy I provide.”
With every thrust from Smaug’s withered cock, Kefra’s mind became cloudier, the raging storm between pleasure and loyalty making it almost impossible to maintain her resolve.
“You could have been a brilliant queen by my side, Kefra. Instead, you have tied yourself to a dead dragon. The moment is now. Denounce Gixcaririxen and embrace me as your new husband. Accept this pleasure as a gift, and let me be the one to rule with you,” Smaug persuaded, relentlessly trying to break the final bonds between her and Gixcaririxen.
As the pleasure inside her surged uncontrollably, Kefra struggled to maintain her grip on reality. In her weakest moment, she made a decision that would change the course of her life forever.
“Fine!” Kefra screamed, relinquishing her ties to her deceased husband. “I accept your offer, Smaug! But you must promise me that I will be your equal, and never suffer the humiliation and torment you have inflicted upon me thus far.”
Smaug’s sinister eyes lit up with triumph. “Agreed. From this point forward, you will be my queen and equal.”
With the loss of her connection to Gixcaririxen surrendering herself to Smaug, Kefra felt her powers finally returning to her. Smaug imparted his knowledge of dark magic and spells onto her, binding her soul to his.
Kefra knelt before her new master, her heart heavy with a twisted mixture of heartbreak, a relentless surge of unwanted pleasure and love for Smaug, ready to make love with him.]