As Kouki, the cursed elf, followed his new
companion London—whose cat ears twitched with every cautious step—the
labyrinthine corridors of the unfamiliar dungeon unfolded before them like a
tapestry of wonder. Unlike the oppressive darkness that had engulfed the
catacombs of his world, this dungeon was alive with color. Vibrant crystals
protruded from the walls, their ethereal glow casting shimmering reflections
that danced across the surfaces, illuminating the path ahead. The light felt almost
like a blessing, wrapping around him and filling the air with a palpable sense
of hope that Kouki was desperate to embrace. He inhaled deeply, savoring the
scent of damp earth mingled with the sweet perfume of the crystals, which felt
like whispers of a brighter future. His heart fluttered with the possibility
that perhaps this dungeon could be a sanctuary rather than a tomb.
Yet,
despite the beauty surrounding him, an inescapable weight of despair clung
tightly, wrapping around him like a cloak he couldn't shed. It was a reminder
of his past, of the burdens that had shaped his existence and left indelible
scars on his soul. With a flicker of resolve, he took London's hand, feeling
the warmth of her touch seep through his skin, granting him a momentary
reprieve from his inner turmoil. A crooked smile played on his lips, a fragile
echo of hope amid the shadows of his heart.
As
they ventured deeper, Kouki couldn't help but wonder if this journey,
illuminated by the crystalline glow, would lead him to a destiny far removed
from the darkness he had once known.
He was cursed with a type of magic that seemed
to bring nothing but calamity, a truth he had learned all too well after facing
death once before. It was a burden that had etched deep lines of caution into
his heart. Every flicker of light that surrounded him reminded him of the
potential for disaster that lurked just beyond the surface. How could he
possibly believe that hope was real when his own experience had taught him
otherwise? The shadows of his past whispered doubts in his mind, leaving him to
grapple with the harsh reality that, for someone like him, even the most
radiant blessings could mask a darker fate.
Kouki's gaze drifted into the horizon, where
the soft hues of sunset painted the sky in a cascade of oranges and purples.
Lost in his daydreams, he let his thoughts wander through a tapestry of
memories—each vivid and brimming with an inexplicable sense of realism. As he
reflected on these dreams, it felt as if his mind had finally unlocked a door
that had been sealed for so long, granting him access to a realm of emotions
and experiences that had long been buried. The sensations washed over him like
a gentle tide, revealing memories that flickered like fireflies in the dimming
light, urging him to explore the depths of his imagination further. It was a
release, a moment of unrestrained freedom that captivated his very being.
In this dream, "A world" underwent a dramatic transformation,
mythical creatures and monsters have begun to coexist peacefully during the
daylight hours. These vibrant and diverse beings stroll through landscapes
alive with color and human activity, seamlessly blending with everyday life. As
dusk descends, however, the serene ambiance shifts, giving way to a more
sinister reality—the hunt for prey commences under the eerie glow of a red
moon. This relentless cycle of day and night is marked by an unending war where
the darkness fuels primal instincts, and danger lurks around every corner.
Yet, amid this chaotic duality, glimmers of hope endure,
illuminating the night. The realm of idols flourishes, with electrifying
concerts capturing the essence of collective joy. Fans gather in droves to
celebrate their favorite performers, immersing themselves in ecstatic revelries
that unite them through the transcendent power of music and artistry. In the
nightlife scene, clubbers sway beneath pulsating lights, lost in the rhythm of
the night, where the energy is electric and the atmosphere is charged with
possibility. The prevailing sentiment nurtures safety and enjoyment, leaving no
room for raucous behavior or disturbances.
However, lurking in the shadows are those with far darker
intentions—individuals known as "Stalkers." Consumed by an insatiable yearning for
something beyond their grasp, these obsessive individuals are willing to
traverse the perilous line of morality. Their actions can range from unsettling
to harrowing, often involving criminal acts in a desperate quest to fulfill
unattainable dreams. The lengths to which some go can be staggering, with
personal freedom jeopardized and reputations placed at risk; to them, the price
of a fleeting, intimate moment with their idol may seem trivial compared to the
thrill of that connection.
In this striking world of contrasts, the fervent pursuit of dreams
is intertwined with the haunting specter of obsession, creating a rich tapestry
woven with threads of beauty and peril. At the center of this compelling
narrative is the Internet Idol known as Bunni Bambii, also affectionately referred to as Bambii Bimbo or simply Bambii. She has captivated a vast fanbase with her striking blonde
locks, voluptuous angelic body, and bubbly bimbo persona. This journey began
when she ran away from her home, trying to get away from her delinquent father,
and entered the intimate setting of a strip club lifestyle. However, her
transformation into an influential figure truly materialized when she launched
the Bunni Cafe—an innovative space that combined the allure
of nightlife with the warmth of a restaurant. What began as a vibrant sanctuary
of self-expression has transformed into an electrifying NSFW hotspot—a
thrilling nexus where fantasy, gaming, streaming, and tantalizing allure
collide! Welcome to Ideal Nation, where dreams and less danger intertwine
across the expansive continent of Asia and are connected to a gateway that
leads to a different world called Eodas. Enigmatic Bambii, whose charisma captivates all, had a daring
meet-and-greet planned before her next spectacular show. But this time, it was
set to take place outside the safety of Ideal, in the mysterious Dead Lands—the
ominous realm ruled by the King of the Underworld and his enigmatic daughter,
where lost souls and former prisoners linger along the treacherous borders. Her
friends, managers, and even her dedicated fans were excited but couldn't shake
the feeling that this adventure might be too risky. The anticipation was
palpable! Bambii is all set to take her friends and fans on an unforgettable
journey with her latest video! "Hey,
cutiez, it'z your girl Bambii~! I'm super excited to share that I'll be heading
to Mon-Idol Con in the mysterious 'Dead Lands'! I can't wait to explore what's
out there, and trust me; your girl will be just fab-tactic. I'll have some fab friends joining me on
this adventure and others taking over the Bunni Cafe while I'm off! Soooo, stay
tuned because I'll have loads of incredible updatez from the con! Sea ya~"
With her subscribers showering her with support and good vibes,
giving her many Messages of love and care, Bambii was riding high on
excitement. But then, one message popped up in the live chat that sent a chill
down her spine:
[Stalker0315: I'll
see you soon]
Those words flashed on the screen momentarily before a flood of
other messages took over, but they didn't drown out the unsettling feeling in
Bambii's heart. She has had stalkers before but wondered why this one was
different; something about it seemed off. This trip was shaping up to be full
of surprises! Throughout the journey to The Dead Lands that was within the
United States, or what was left of it. In the year 2020, the whole United
States became a war zone, and many Americans died either through mutation or a
monster attack at night. Bambii was able to avoid the worry she felt in her
heart from that comment because she wasn't the brightest in her group but was
willing to have a good time on this new adventure since this plane ride was
surprisingly pleasant. They got free food and beverages, along with music. They
sat in different seats and talked amongst themselves as long as everyone was
careful. Bambii's feet hadn't even touched the tarmac when the thought of that
stalker vanished from her mind. Little did she know that a far more unsettling
reality would unfold when the plane made contact with the ground. As they
disembarked, the extent of the terminal's destruction and desolate landscape
became painfully evident. The chaos of shattered glass and crumbling structures
was a stark reminder of the tumultuous invasion that had upended their world.
Despite the disarray, gratitude coursed through Bambii as she and her
companions realized they had survived the journey unscathed.
Inside the terminal, a heavy silence enveloped the scene. Many
people curled up on makeshift beds or leaned against the cold walls, their eyes
drifting shut in exhaustion. Some revealed themselves to be half-breeds, a
result of the intermingling of their world with another, while others were
merely trying to navigate their new reality: quiet, wary, and concealed. Bambii
felt a deep sorrow watching the state of those around her; each face etched
with the scars of a violent upheaval. While certain regions across the globe
had managed to maintain relative safety, America's refusal to acknowledge the
growing peril left its citizens at the mercy of chaos.
Bambii, aware of the dangers lurking around them, remained
vigilant. Yet, her compassion would not be stifled. A glint of color caught her
eye—a vibrant, weathered ball lying forgotten on the ground. She tossed it
toward a small child whose appearance hinted at her mixed heritage. Despite the
unusualness of the child's features, her sweet nature shone through, and the
two shared a brief, tender connection. The child, surprisingly a grown woman,
caught the ball with a delighted grin. "Thank
you very much, ma'am," she
replied, her voice warm yet laced with concern. "But please, be cautious wherever
you and your friends are headed. The night can be unforgiving."
With an appreciative nod, Bambii watched as the halfling dashed
off to rejoin her friends. This practice of solidarity and kinship brought a
bright smile to Bambii's face amidst the turmoil, but her smile faded when she
felt someone or something was watching her from the shadows. The unmistakable
sound of a notification ping echoed in the bustling terminal, pulling Bambii's
attention away from her friends. She glanced at her phone, her heart suddenly
pounding in her chest. The message that appeared on the screen sent a chill
cascading down her spine:
[Stalker0315: Welcome
to the Dead Lands; I look forward to having you soon.]
This unsettling message was even more disturbing because it wasn't
from the usual chat rooms she and her friends frequented; it came from her
number—someone had somehow unearthed her private information. But it was the
accompanying images that truly gripped her with fear. This chilling message
unsettled her even more because it didn't come from the usual chat rooms she
and her friends frequented; it came from her phone number—someone had managed
to dig up her private information. But it was the images that genuinely filled
her with fear. The first photo showed a candid moment of her and her friends
coming out of the airport, their faces glowing excitedly. The second image
captured her helping a little person, a kind gesture that now felt like it had
been twisted against her. The last picture was of her looking down at her
phone, lost in the crowd.
A surge of panic washed over her, and she quickly turned around,
scanning the busy atmosphere for any sign of her stalker. The crowd of
travelers surged past her, and it dawned on her that it would be nearly
impossible to identify someone watching her closely in such a bustling place.
The anonymity of the crowd made her feel even more exposed, with the unsettling
idea that her tormentor could be right there, hiding in plain sight.
"Hey girl, let'z get going! We hav a taxi to basicaly catch, hotel
to so check into and a club to check out with a lot of basicaly sexy beafy boyz " Those words snapped her back to reality, and
she glanced around one last before rushing to catch up with her friends. A
wyvern taxi service, a special treat from the king, picked them up. This was
different from the regular taxis they were used to. They arrived at a shabby
hotel where they could stay close together. Their rooms were on the red-light
floor because the other rooms were already taken. Bambii didn't mind at first,
but as she looked down the endless-looking hallway, it felt eerie, as if she
were in a sketchy part of town. Pushing those thoughts aside, she decided to
drink with her friends. They ignored the warnings from fans in the chat room
and Bambii's earlier concerns about the peculiar halfling. Bambii went to the
bathroom after flirting with some guys. She did not realize the danger of the
sun having gone down … She had to go to the bathroom, really needing to pee, so
she headed into the lavish bathroom, which was filled with furniture and many
different soaps that made the whole bathroom smell pleasant. Sitting on the
toilet and doing her business made her smile like a grin like a cat, truly feeling
peace and relief while still feeling drunk; she giggled before the nightmare
began. First, someone walked into the bathroom, which made Bambi jump. She
couldn't entirely focus when she heard someone walking and pushing open toilet
stalls. Bambii became increasingly scared, sobering up quickly and afraid of
what he might do. However, the man never stepped up to her stall; instead,
Bambii heard sinister laughter, and then a soda rolled up to her. It was one of
her sponsor items in the form of an energy drink. This just made her tilt her
head. "What the fuck
iz, like, that?"
Once it opened, pink smoke spewed out, surrounding her and filling
the entire bathroom stall. But even through her coughing in the dimly lit
restroom, a piercing scream echoed through the air, a sound that unmistakably
belonged to one of her friends. Panic surged within Bambii as her heart raced,
but before she could react, the door to the stall swung open violently,
slamming against the wall with a deafening crash. The unexpected shock of the
splintering wood and the chaotic scene before her overwhelmed her senses,
sending her spiraling into darkness as she collapsed, unconscious. Bambii had a
beautiful dream that took her back to Eoras and brought her to N'haeris
Dhargeun. He was a towering 7'5", a prince first in line for the throne after
being born by an actual dragon, one of the old gods, making him half-human and
half-dragon. He wielded a battle axe, made love to a goddess, and saved the
world from darkness. He was everything Bambii had ever desired in a man, but
she knew she couldn't have him since he was already spoken for. But in this
dream, N'haeris was all Bambii's. Kissing one another, streaming with one
another, going on dates, taking pictures, and making videos together. When it
came to the moment Bambii was spending a wedding night, they were in a
rich-looking bedroom with a bed straight out of a fairytale in front of them.
She was picked up in princess style by her love and placed on the bed, excited
to see the man she had loved for so long reveal himself to her. "Pleaz my pwince, taek, like, me az
yurz!" She had her
arms out, ready for him to embrace her, but the moment N'haeris took Bambii's
cheeks, her lips puckered, thinking he would kiss her. But the moment she
opened her eyes, she was met by the look of a man breathing heavily with
excitement, with red eyes and twisted heart-shaped irises. Just then, a kiss
was forced upon her, A tongue licking at her teeth then forcing its way into
her mouth where she was made to tongue kiss him. Bambii had French kisses
before, but nothing this intense! Making her mind spin and start to remember
what had happened before this. This was the man who kicked through the door
with a sinister smile, but after that, it was all a blur. Bambii was trying to
stay focused for the most or even try to escape, but for some reason, her body
was growing excited. Her cheeks were blushing, "OMG, like, what's he up to with
meeee!?" Bambii
thought to herself, but after the kiss, a string of saliva connected them,
allowing the two of them to breathe; the man licked his lips and replied as if
he could read her mind. "You
wanted me to take
you so
I will do just that. Didn't you see my messages, my-dar-ling?" Just like that a chill ran down
Bambii's spine, this wasn't just some random kidnapping, this was strategized
as he knew where she was going and had probably been following her ever since
she came off the plane. "You're
also probably wondering why you feel this way. The thing that you and your
friends didn't realize is this hotel has certain floors for those like me to go
into. The air in here is almost like an aphrodisiac that makes your body almost
filled with heat once the sun goes down." The man replied while beginning
to take off his clothes that were tattered and damaged, one layer after another
dropping to the floor revealing not only his scars but also missing finger,
before continuing, "You
see the Dead
Lands is
not just a "feeding" ground, it's also a "breeding" ground. You and your
friends should have done more research before coming here as the convention
doesn't happen tomorrow it happens months from now! You all got invited by the
king a month prior, quickly jumping onto a plane not even knowing if it will
ever come back. But don't worry I have you now and I will make sure that you
survive these months, doesn't that sound good, HONEY …" These words brought fear and a
little bit of real arousal in Bambii, from playing video games and watching
movies with a guy that goes against the law like a mob boss, a hitman or a
gangster. "Don't
worry my dear I'm not gonna hurt you as I'm going to make sure that you're
pleased to the point where you can't think about anything but the time we
share. But if you want to leave here's your chance." He got up and opened the door
allowing Bambii to leave while only being in his underwear that showed a large
bulge which made her believe that it couldn't be real. However, the moment she
got up a shock rose throughout Bambii's body which led to her squirting all
over her underwear and down her legs. She filled her eyes rolling in the back
of her head and her lips puckering from how intense that orgasm was; found
herself laying back down on the bed breathing heavily not knowing what just
happened. "Oh
yeah that's right, the smoke you inhaled was also an aphrodisiac, it activates with every move you make so I
suggest you stay lying down." Bambii was having trouble truly understanding
the situation that she was in but knowing that it was not good and she worried
about her friends as much as worrying about getting back home. Just like that
the door was closed, leaving the two of them alone. "Oh I almost forgot, my name is Cult,
and I'm glad I finally get to meet you, my lovely
Bambii." Looking at her
with lust full desire showing the difference in their eyes where her eyes were
filled with love & care while his eyes were unstable and filled with lust
for desire. When he undid his underwear Bambii was truly shocked beyond belief
as a shadow hovered over her. "Oh
My Gosh, like, what even is that thingy?!" Bambii had always fantasized
about a strong orc cock before her as the smell was strong and made her even
more damp between her legs and her nipples hardened more than ever before; but
never did Bambii thought it would come from a stalker like Cult. The next words
from Cult's mouth truly changed everything, "This was just the beginning…."
Bambii was confused as she didn't know if she should be afraid or
fearful for this man but something in her told her she was not going to sleep
on this night lustful infatuation. Within every room in that hotel the red
light floor, moans and groans could be heard amongst the cameras they recorded
every encounter, but the loudest scream in pleasure came from Bambii herself.
Throughout the dead lands many experience the same lustful pleasures and the
pain of the heart underneath a red moon that slowly appeared to be opening it.
Showing its joy in the lust in blood show begins with the countdown to the Mon-Con.
Since the world
underwent a dramatic transformation, mythical creatures and monsters have begun
to coexist peacefully during the daylight hours. These vibrant and diverse
beings stroll through landscapes alive with color and human activity,
seamlessly blending with everyday life. As dusk descends, however, the serene
ambiance shifts, giving way to a more sinister reality—the hunt for prey
commences under the eerie glow of a red moon. This relentless cycle of day and
night is marked by an unending war where the darkness fuels primal instincts,
and danger lurks around every corner.
Yet, amid this
chaotic duality, glimmers of hope endure, illuminating the night. The realm of
idols flourishes, with electrifying concerts capturing the essence of
collective joy. Fans gather in droves to celebrate their favorite performers,
immersing themselves in ecstatic revelries that unite them through the
transcendent power of music and artistry. In the nightlife scene, clubbers sway
beneath pulsating lights, lost in the rhythm of the night, where the energy is
electric and the atmosphere is charged with possibility. The prevailing
sentiment nurtures safety and enjoyment, leaving no room for raucous behavior
or disturbances.
However, lurking in the shadows are those with far darker
intentions—individuals known as "Stalkers." Consumed by an insatiable
yearning for something beyond their grasp, these obsessive individuals are
willing to traverse the perilous line of morality. Their actions can range from
unsettling to harrowing, often involving criminal acts in a desperate quest to
fulfill unattainable dreams. The lengths to which some go can be staggering,
with personal freedom jeopardized and reputations placed at risk; to them, the
price of a fleeting, intimate moment with their idol may seem trivial compared
to the thrill of that connection.
In this striking world of contrasts, the fervent pursuit of dreams is
intertwined with the haunting specter of obsession, creating a rich tapestry
woven with threads of beauty and peril. At the center of this compelling
narrative is the Internet Idol known as Bunni Bambii, also affectionately
referred to as Bambii Bimbo or simply Bambii. She has captivated a vast fanbase
with her striking blonde locks, voluptuous angelic body, and bubbly bimbo
persona. This journey began when she ran away from her home, trying to get away
from her delinquent father, and entered the intimate setting of a strip club
lifestyle. However, her transformation into an influential figure truly
materialized when she launched the Bunni Cafe—an innovative space that combined
the allure of nightlife with the warmth of a restaurant. What began as a
vibrant sanctuary of self-expression has transformed into an electrifying NSFW
hotspot—a thrilling nexus where fantasy, gaming, streaming, and tantalizing
allure collide! Welcome to Ideal Nation, where dreams and less danger
intertwine across the expansive continent of Asia and are connected to a
gateway that leads to a different world called Eodas. Enigmatic Bambii, whose
charisma captivates all, had a daring meet and greet planned before her next
spectacular show. But this time, it was set to take place outside the safety of
Ideal, in the mysterious Dead Lands—the ominous realm ruled by the King of the
Underworld and his enigmatic daughter, where lost souls and former prisoners
linger along the treacherous borders. Her friends, managers, and even her
dedicated fans were excited but couldn't shake the feeling that this adventure
might be too risky. The anticipation was palpable! Bambii is all set to take
her friends and fans on an unforgettable journey with her latest video! "Hey,
cutiez, it'z your girl Bambii~! I'm super excited to share that I'll be heading
to Mon-Idol Con in the mysterious 'Dead Lands'! I can't wait to explore what's
out there, and trust me; your girl will be just fab-tactic. I'll have some fab
friends joining me on this adventure and others taking over the Bunni Cafe
while I'm off! Soooo, stay tuned because I'll have loads of incredible updatez
from the con! Sea ya~"
With her subscribers
showering her with support and good vibes, giving her many Messages of love and
care, Bambii was riding high on excitement. But then, one message popped up in
the live chat that sent a chill down her spine:
[Stalker0315: I'll
see you soon]
Those words flashed
on the screen momentarily before a flood of other messages took over, but they
didn't drown out the unsettling feeling in Bambii's heart. She has had stalkers
before but wondered why this one was different; something about it seemed off.
This trip was shaping up to be full of surprises! Throughout the journey to The
Dead Lands that was within the United States, or what was left of it. In the
year 2020, the whole United States became a war zone, and many Americans died
either through mutation or a monster attack at night. Bambii was able to avoid
the worry she felt in her heart from that comment because she wasn't the
brightest in her group but was willing to have a good time on this new
adventure since this plane ride was surprisingly pleasant. They got free food
and beverages, along with music. They sat in different seats and talked amongst
themselves as long as everyone was careful. Bambii's feet hadn't even touched
the tarmac when the thought of that stalker vanished from her mind. Little did
she know that a far more unsettling reality would unfold when the plane made
contact with the ground. As they disembarked, the extent of the terminal's
destruction and desolate landscape became painfully evident. The chaos of
shattered glass and crumbling structures was a stark reminder of the tumultuous
invasion that had upended their world. Despite the disarray, gratitude coursed
through Bambii as she and her companions realized they had survived the journey
unscathed.
Inside the terminal, a heavy silence enveloped the scene. Many people curled up
on makeshift beds or leaned against the cold walls, their eyes drifting shut in
exhaustion. Some revealed themselves to be half-breeds, a result of the
intermingling of their world with another, while others were merely trying to
navigate their new reality: quiet, wary, and concealed. Bambii felt a deep
sorrow watching the state of those around her; each face etched with the scars
of a violent upheaval. While certain regions across the globe had managed to maintain
relative safety, America's refusal to acknowledge the growing peril left its
citizens at the mercy of chaos.
Bambii, aware of the dangers lurking around them, remained vigilant. Yet, her
compassion would not be stifled. A glint of color caught her eye—a vibrant,
weathered ball lying forgotten on the ground. She tossed it toward a small
child whose appearance hinted at her mixed heritage. Despite the unusualness of
the child's features, her sweet nature shone through, and the two shared a
brief, tender connection. The child, surprisingly a grown woman, caught the
ball with a delighted grin. "Thank you very much, ma'am," she replied, her
voice warm yet laced with concern. "But please, be cautious wherever you and
your friends are headed. The night can be unforgiving."
With an appreciative nod, Bambii watched as the halfling dashed off to rejoin
her friends. This practice of solidarity and kinship brought a bright smile to
Bambii's face amidst the turmoil, but her smile faded when she felt someone or
something was watching her from the shadows. The unmistakable sound of a
notification ping echoed in the bustling terminal, pulling Bambii's attention
away from her friends. She glanced at her phone, her heart suddenly pounding in
her chest. The message that appeared on the screen sent a chill cascading down
her spine:
[Stalker0315:
Welcome to the Dead Lands; I look forward to having you soon.]
This unsettling
message was even more disturbing because it wasn't from the usual chat rooms
she and her friends frequented; it came from her number—someone had somehow
unearthed her private information. But it was the accompanying images that
truly gripped her with fear. This chilling message unsettled her even more
because it didn't come from the usual chat rooms she and her friends
frequented; it came from her phone number—someone had managed to dig up her
private information. But it was the images that genuinely filled her with fear.
The first photo showed a candid moment of her and her friends coming out of the
airport, their faces glowing excitedly. The second image captured her helping a
little person, a kind gesture that now felt like it had been twisted against
her. The last picture was of her looking down at her phone, lost in the crowd.
A surge of panic
washed over her, and she quickly turned around, scanning the busy atmosphere
for any sign of her stalker. The crowd of travelers surged past her, and it
dawned on her that it would be nearly impossible to identify someone watching
her closely in such a bustling place. The anonymity of the crowd made her feel
even more exposed, with the unsettling idea that her tormentor could be right
there, hiding in plain sight.
"Hey girl, let'z get
going! We hav a taxi to basicaly catch, hotel to so check into and a club to
check out with a lot of basicaly sexy beafy boyz" Those words snapped her back
to reality, and she glanced around one last before rushing to catch up with her
friends. A wyvern taxi service, a special treat from the king, picked them up.
This was different from the regular taxis they were used to. They arrived at a
shabby hotel where they could stay close together. Their rooms were on the
red-light floor because the other rooms were already taken. Bambii didn't mind
at first, but as she looked down the endless-looking hallway, it felt eerie, as
if she were in a sketchy part of town. Pushing those thoughts aside, she
decided to drink with her friends. They ignored the warnings from fans in the
chat room and Bambii's earlier concerns about the peculiar halfling. Bambii
went to the bathroom after flirting with some guys. She did not realize the
danger of the sun having gone down … She had to go to the bathroom, really
needing to pee, so she headed into the lavish bathroom, which was filled with
furniture and many different soaps that made the whole bathroom smell pleasant.
Sitting on the toilet and doing her business made her smile like a grin like a
cat, truly feeling peace and relief while still feeling drunk; she giggled
before the nightmare began. First, someone walked into the bathroom, which made
Bambi jump. She couldn't entirely focus when she heard someone walking and
pushing open toilet stalls. Bambii became increasingly scared, sobering up
quickly and afraid of what he might do. However, the man never stepped up to
her stall; instead, Bambii heard sinister laughter, and then a soda rolled up
to her. It was one of her sponsor items in the form of an energy drink. This
just made her tilt her head. "What the fuck iz, like, that?"
Once it opened, pink smoke spewed out, surrounding her and filling the entire
bathroom stall. But even through her coughing in the dimly lit restroom, a
piercing scream echoed through the air, a sound that unmistakably belonged to
one of her friends. Panic surged within Bambii as her heart raced, but before
she could react, the door to the stall swung open violently, slamming against
the wall with a deafening crash. The unexpected shock of the splintering wood
and the chaotic scene before her overwhelmed her senses, sending her spiraling
into darkness as she collapsed, unconscious. Bambii had a beautiful dream that
took her back to Eoras and brought her to N'haeris Dhargeun. He was a towering
7'5", a prince first in line for the throne after being born by an actual
dragon, one of the old gods, making him half-human and half-dragon. He wielded
a battle axe, made love to a goddess, and saved the world from darkness. He was
everything Bambii had ever desired in a man, but she knew she couldn't have him
since he was already spoken for. But in this dream, N'haeris was all Bambii's.
Kissing one another, streaming with one another, going on dates, taking
pictures, and making videos together. When it came to the moment Bambii was
spending a wedding night, they were in a rich-looking bedroom with a bed
straight out of a fairytale in front of them. She was picked up in princess
style by her love and placed on the bed, excited to see the man she had loved
for so long reveal himself to her. "Pleaz my pwince, taek, like, me az yurz!"
She had her arms out, ready for him to embrace her, but the moment N'haeris
took Bambii's cheeks, her lips puckered, thinking he would kiss her. But the
moment she opened her eyes, she was met by the look of a man breathing heavily
with excitement, with red eyes and twisted heart-shaped irises. Just then, a
kiss was forced upon her, A tongue licking at her teeth then forcing its way
into her mouth where she was made to tongue kiss him. Bambii had French kisses
before, but nothing this intense! Making her mind spin and start to remember
what had happened before this. This was the man who kicked through the door
with a sinister smile, but after that, it was all a blur. Bambii was trying to
stay focused for the most or even try to escape, but for some reason, her body
was growing excited. Her cheeks were blushing, "OMG, like, what's he up to with
meeee!?" Bambii thought to herself, but after the kiss, a string of saliva
connected them, allowing the two of them to breathe; the man licked his lips
and replied as if he could read her mind. "You wanted me to take you so I will
do just that. Didn't you see my messages, my-dar-ling?" Just like that a chill
ran down Bambii's spine, this wasn't just some random kidnapping, this was
strategized as he knew where she was going and had probably been following her
ever since she came off the plane. "You're also probably wondering why you feel
this way. The thing that you and your friends didn't realize is this hotel has
certain floors for those like me to go into. The air in here is almost like an
aphrodisiac that makes your body almost filled with heat once the sun goes
down." The man replied while beginning to take off his clothes that were tattered
and damaged, one layer after another dropping to the floor revealing not only
his scars but also missing finger, before continuing, "You see the Dead Lands
is not just a "feeding" ground, it's also a "breeding" ground. You and your
friends should have done more research before coming here as the convention
doesn't happen tomorrow it happens months from now! You all got invited by the
king a month prior, quickly jumping onto a plane not even knowing if it will
ever come back. But don't worry I have you now and I will make sure that you
survive these months, doesn't that sound good, HONEY …" These words brought
fear and a little bit of real arousal in Bambii, from playing video games and
watching movies with a guy that goes against the law like a mob boss, a hitman
or a gangster. "Don't worry my dear I'm not gonna hurt you as I'm going to make
sure that you're pleased to the point where you can't think about anything but
the time we share. But if you want to leave here's your chance." He got up and
opened the door allowing Bambii to leave while only being in his underwear that
showed a large bulge which made her believe that it couldn't be real. However,
the moment she got up a shock rose throughout Bambii's body which led to her
squirting all over her underwear and down her legs. She filled her eyes rolling
in the back of her head and her lips puckering from how intense that orgasm
was; found herself laying back down on the bed breathing heavily not knowing
what just happened. "Oh yeah that's right, the smoke you inhaled was also an
aphrodisiac, it activates with every move you make so I suggest you stay lying
down." Bambii was having trouble truly understanding the situation that she was
in but knowing that it was not good and she worried about her friends as much
as worrying about getting back home. Just like that the door was closed,
leaving the two of them alone. "Oh I almost forgot, my name is Cult, and I'm
glad I finally get to meet you, my lovely Bambii." Looking at her with lust
full desire showing the difference in their eyes where her eyes were filled
with love & care while his eyes were unstable and filled with lust for
desire. When he undid his underwear Bambii was truly shocked beyond belief as a
shadow hovered over her. "Oh My Gosh, like, what even is that thingy?!" Bambii
had always fantasized about a strong orc cock before her as the smell was
strong and made her even more damp between her legs and her nipples hardened
more than ever before; but never did Bambii thought it would come from a stalker
like Cult. The next words from Cult's mouth truly changed everything, "This was
just the beginning…."
Bambii was confused
as she didn't know if she should be afraid or fearful for this man but
something in her told her she was not going to sleep on this night lustful
infatuation. Within every room in that hotel the red light floor, moans and
groans could be heard amongst the cameras they recorded every encounter, but
the loudest scream in pleasure came from Bambii herself. Throughout the dead
lands many experience the same lustful pleasures and the pain of the heart
underneath a red moon that slowly appeared to be opening it. Showing its joy in
the lust in blood show begins with the countdown to the Monster-Con…. Not knowing that it would never come.