Scene 3
(Or Fred Flintstone, Eat Your Heart Out)
God, I loved this woman.
I hadn't thought about any…games for a while, honestly. I mean, it wasn't like our regular sex life wasn't already fantastic—no spicing up required. And we'd both been busy with school—sophomore year had been a bit more challenging—and Bella with work as well (damn it!). So the thought just hadn't occurred to me. Or the monster, apparently.
It wasn't until a few days before we were scheduled to return to Washington for the dreaded summer break that Bella brought the subject up. It was a welcome and most pleasant surprise.
"Edward . . .?"
"Hmmm?" I responded intelligently.
I thought it might be fun to have…I mean, to play…" Bella sighed with frustration, which really piqued my interest. "I thought we could…you know, have a …fantasy before we go back to Forks."
A naughty grin lit my face. The monster even stopped playing with itself to attend. "Oh?" I prodded. "Yes, I think I could accommodate you, and as I recall, it is your turn to choose. What did you have in mind?"
"Well…you know that rock formation on the north side of our property?" she began, pointing vaguely off in that direction.
I was confused. Did she have some sort of mountain climbing fantasy? I hoped no crampons or pick axes would be involved, not to mention the possibility of inconveniently placed rope burns; that could be painful. "Yes—go on," I urged nonetheless.
"And you know that big indentation, sort of like a small, shallow cave in the woods?" she continued, her cheeks taking on a pretty pink hue.
A Batman fantasy, then? Ugh, that would involve lots of latex… "Yes, love." I was trying to be indulgent, but was still mystified where this was heading. The monster was tapping its foot with impatience, arms crossed over its chest.
"So, well…I was thinking we could do a sortacavemanfantasy…" Bella blurted out, her cheeks now flaming.
"Wait, what did you say?" I asked, even more confused.
She sighed loudly, and I suddenly feared that her embarrassment would prevent her from making her wishes known. I quickly sought to relieve her concern.
"Bella, please, love. There is nothing to be shy about. You should never be afraid to tell me what you want. I assure you that I would love nothing more than to help fulfill your fantasies, no matter what they are." I gave her a reassuring look, eyes wide. The monster nodded vigorously.
"Okay." Bella seemed to steel herself before explaining. "Well, you see, every time we walk past there, I think, it's like a cave, and, well…do you remember that time I told you that I sometimes like it when you go all caveman on me?"
It was my turn to nod vigorously, and I was sure a lustful gleam must have appeared in my eyes as I suddenly put two and two together. I gulped forcefully, concerned I might start drooling like the monster had.
"Well, then, you understand. I was thinking we could do a sort of caveman fantasy, with you being the strong, primitive caveman" –and here her fingers danced teasingly up my chest— "and me being the…weaker sex, just trying to protect herself out in the wilderness from the big bad…beasts." Bella smiled at my expression, which I assumed was one of maniacal glee. "I figured I could throw some simple costumes together with fake fur, and we could use some more on the floor of that cave-thingie, and that's about all we would need."
"Bella, are you sure?" God knows I didn't want to dissuade her—it sounded fucking awesome—but it seemed more like the kind of fantasy I would choose, so I had to ask. "You're not just trying to please me, are you?"
"Well, I hoped you would like it, of course, but it was really the cave that kind of gave me the idea, and I've had trouble getting the…images out of my head. And unlike you, who always has to be in control" —and here she gave me a playful kick— "I enjoy both the dominant and the submissive roles."
That was good enough for me. I also noticed that just her simple utterance of the word "submissive" was enough to get me worked up. I filed that away for future reference.
And Bella did take care of everything—buying swaths of fake fur, creating costumes, the whole shebang. The only thing I did was to visit the "cave" the morning of our, er, event and liberally administer bug spray to the area. I'd rather avoid mosquito bites on my ass… I also hid a box of wet wipes under the piles of fur, just in case. Bella gave me a few parameters, including that the usual rules would be in effect and also, there was to be no talking—well, using words. This was to be some primitive shit… The monster spent those few days of preparation perfecting its growling.
We lucked out with the weather, warm and fine. So there I was, walking through the woods on our property, eyes and ears keen to spot my new "mate." I'd avoided shaving since our discussion, and now I had more than a scruff, but less than a beard. It was the best I could do in the time available. I wasn't terribly pleased with my costume—something akin to a fur diaper held together by a strip of rawhide. But then, I didn't intend to have it on long anyway. The only other pieces of clothing were hide "booties," for lack of a better word. The monster wore something that could only be described as a fur g-string and carried a nasty-looking club.
I hadn't seen Bella's costume, but needless to say I was thinking fuzzy bikini, a la Raquel Welch. Fuck me… I couldn't wait to go all caveman on her ass.
We stalked silently through the woods, and I was already having trouble keeping my excitement, er, down. Every once in a while we would stop, keeping an ear…cocked for any noise. Bella had given me no hints as to where she would be, only telling me to start from what we both now thought of as the "cave." And so the monster and I wandered, anticipation…growing.
It seemed like two hours had elapsed with no sign of Bella, but I knew it hadn't been nearly that long. I was so anxious to find her though. I was fighting to keep filthy images out of my head, not wanting to have to traipse through the woods with a hard on. Finally, I thought I heard some crackling noises, and I stilled and shushed the monster to hear more clearly. And Eureka! I spotted her.
Bella was crouched, hiding halfway behind a tree. My breath caught when I got a good look at her. She had done something wicked with her hair, because it was all wild and messy and utterly sexy. It was impossible to make out exactly how her costume looked, partially concealed as she was, but I espied a length of thigh which told me the coverage was gloriously skimpy, at best. Apparently we weren't being entirely historically accurate either, as Bella had darkened her eyes with something, and now they stared at me, wide and scared, making her look enticingly vulnerable. My cock started to react, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on her.
Perhaps sensing my thoughts, Bella stood, turned and began to run. Fucking brilliant… This would be the best game of hide and seek ever.
I took off after her, forcing myself to move carefully through the trees. I didn't want a broken bone—just a boner. Bella was moving pretty quickly though, so I increased my speed. I didn't want to lose her again.
I noticed that my glimpses of her through the trees were becoming more frequent and realized the gap was closing. I accelerated once again, tiring of the chase, wanting to expend my energy in more enjoyable ways. The monster lagged behind, huffing and puffing.
Finally the distance between us began to close. I was breathing hard and could feel my heart pumping, not entirely due to the running. Bella kept turning around, looking at me fearfully, which was incredibly motivating. I got close enough to grab for her, but she eluded me with a screech of alarm and sped up. I felt her hair slip through my fingers. No more though. With one last push I lunged and grabbed for her. As we toppled to the ground, I managed to turn us so that Bella landed on top of me with a whoosh. Then I received the shock of my life.
She fought me—for real! She was smacking at me with her fists, hard, and struggling wildly against me. She even snarled at me once or twice. Admittedly I was stunned for a moment but recovered quickly and managed after a time to capture her hands behind her back. After that, she could battle me all she wanted—it only had the effect of causing her to rub against me in all the right places. I just lay back and enjoyed it. Whether she realized that or just was beginning to tire, her movements began to slow. That was my cue to commence the adventure.
I repositioned her hands from her back to her sides and rolled us over. I didn't stay down long though, anxious to get back to our "cave." I levered myself off of her and gave her body a once over, poised to stop her should she try to run again. She wasn't wearing a fuzzy bikini, but she looked fucking wonderful in a simple fur number strung over one shoulder that barely covered the naughty bits and left other tantalizing strips of flesh visible. Betty Rubble had nothing on my Bella. In one fluid motion, I pulled on her hands until she was upright, bent my knees and tossed her over my shoulder.
Her struggles resumed then, her fists beating against my back and her feet starting to kick. The fists didn't make much of an impression so I ignored them, but I clamped an arm around her calves and put a stop to any further resistance from her legs. With them both immobilized, I softly trailed my free hand up the back of her thighs, emitting a possessive snarl when I reached her ass. And just so she'd know where this was going, I let my fingers lightly brush across her unprotected center. Bella struggled, protesting against such intimate contact, and I smiled wickedly. The monster swung its club around in celebration.
Honestly, once I touched her, I was tempted to throw Bella back down on the ground and claim her right here, but the thought of the yards and yards of synthetic fluff back at the cave propelled me in that direction. My hand continued its liberal explorations as I walked, and when a fingertip found her entrance, Bella whimpered so sweetly and struggled again briefly. That's right, sweetheart—you're all mine now.
Just as I was starting to worry about the discomfort I might be causing by carrying Bella slung over my shoulder, I realized we were approaching "home." I began being a little more aggressive with my caresses, boldly fondling and squeezing the succulent curves situated right next to my head. Bella moaned an objection, which sent a thrill through me. Apparently, she really did like the caveman shtick!
I moved towards the back of the cave before carefully lying Bella down on the soft pile of furs. She leaned back on her elbows and stared at me anxiously, her knees bent and seemingly welded together. I inched closer to her, kneeling between her feet, put my hands on her legs, and pushed them apart, staring at…the promised land.
She tried to fight me some then, too, shoving her knees back together and making an effort at getting away again. I roared my displeasure at her, cowing her once again into obedience as I wrenched her knees apart for a second time, even wider, increasing her vulnerability and daring her to object. I looked up to see her lying still, eyes closed, as if she couldn't bear to watch me displaying her for my leisurely perusal. And before I got back to the matter at hand, I quickly registered about six more fantasies for the future that would involve my having unrestricted viewing privileges despite, or perhaps because of, the reluctance she would feel.
I removed my hands from Bella's knees, and they seemed to instantly retract again. I pressed her legs apart one more time, grunting my displeasure, trying to make clear she should not move them again. My hands then moved to her body, searching across the furry fabric to locate the means by which it was affixed. I found a rawhide strip that had been looped about her torso several times and tied on the side. My fingers tore at the knot, and I loosened it completely before scrabbling at the piece of leather to remove it. In one glorious motion, I flipped the fur piece off of her body and beheld my prize. This time my husky groan was involuntary.
Seeing her there, her eyes closed, her body still except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest, I wondered if Bella was enjoying herself. After all, this was her fantasy, even though I felt like it was tailor made for my enjoyment. There seemed to be one foolproof way to find out. I let my fingers travel down the inside of her thighs and palmed her sex with one hand. Bella jumped a bit, but the ample moisture I felt told me all I needed to know. Reassured, I moved my attention upward, and that's when the little minx got me.
I leaned over her body, now looking to have my fun, my cock seeming to strain towards her as it pulsed with yearning. My attention was fixed on my hand as it swept across her abdomen, resting briefly on her soft belly, tickling her navel, and then traveling further upward to claim possession of one of her perfect, full breasts. Suddenly I felt sharp pressure on my shoulder and was awkwardly lurching backward as my sneaky Bella tried to push herself upright to run away. Just as she appeared to gain enough purchase in the thick pile of pelts, I recovered, rolling over and grabbing her ankle above her fuzzy little bootie, halting her progress. She fell face forward, and I knew the mound of furs would prevent any injury. So it was only a wail of frustration that escaped her as I foiled her attempt at freedom.
Somehow that made me feel like I really had earned my right to her—to take her. Bella was now lying on her stomach, still struggling a bit, so I kept my grip on her ankle until I could position myself over her, settling most of my weight on top of her to hold her in place. There would be no more obstacles now, so as I lay there subduing her, one hand reached around to release the leather tie that held the fuzzy fabric on me, and I discarded it with a grunt. I briefly considered tying her wrists together with the strip of leather, thinking how hot that would look, but I knew I was saving my bondage fantasy for a special time and didn't want to infringe on it now.
As I lay atop her, my cock resting nicely in the cleft of Bella's ass, I moaned and rubbed myself against her, giving her a bit of time to anticipate what was ahead. The monster, meanwhile, was figuring out which type of fur it liked best, applying each to its…intimate parts and giggling with pleasure.
Holding Bella's shoulders down, I inserted first one knee and then the other between her legs and began shifting them apart. I wanted room to get my hands between the furs and her body, so I hoisted myself up onto my elbows, relieving her of some of my weight, and again, pushed with my knees on the back of hers. Bella had no choice but to lift her lower body a bit as her legs were spread wider and wider, and that created a few inches of room between her torso and our bed.
I rested my chin against her shoulder to immobilize her upper body while my hands snaked underneath her, finding and squeezing the soft mounds of her breasts to my heart's content. In other words, a lot. Then I moved my attention to her nipples, pinching and rolling, before repeatedly tugging on them, another activity that could fascinate me for quite a while. Bella began whimpering and eventually even emitted an incoherent cry or two, but I was determined to demonstrate my complete mastery over her and would only cease at my choosing. So it wasn't until the sounds she made seemed akin to pleas that I moved on.
Finally, I let one hand creep down her belly and wasted no time in finding her soft and now exceedingly wet flesh. I explored her secret places at will, indulging my own desires for the moment. When satisfied, my hand began to move with determination, seeking to quickly build her tension. It seemed only a short time before Bella stilled and then loudly wailed her pleasure—too short, in fact. I wasn't nearly ready to quit, so my movements neither stopped nor slowed.
Unfortunately for Bella, the way I had her splayed out under me rendered her utterly helpless to prevent my doing with her as I would. Just the way I like it…
Oh, she tried to struggle, endeavoring to gain separation between her overly-sensitive flesh and my demanding, curious hands. Her loud whimpers turned to sobs and filled the cave, fueling my dark need for dominance. Soon though, desire began to overtake her again, and the small amount of movement the position allowed her saw her rocking against my hand, harshly crying out some moments later as she came on my fingers. I knew at this point that her level of sensitivity would be at its peak, so while still refusing to leave her flesh, now my fingers only sought to gently stroke her, a slight shudder evident in Bella's body with each pass they took. The message was clear: I'm not nearly done with you yet.
Judging her too spent to be much of an escape risk, I slowly sat up, resting back on my heels underneath me. Absent only for the moment it took me to change positions, my fingers returned to their tender caresses, admiring her submission as I prepared to fulfill my role with relish. Hmmm, basic doggie style seems appropriate…
I put my hands on her waist and lifted her body. Evidently understanding, Bella settled on all fours, pleasing me with her compliance. Adjusting the various pelts of fur beneath me so our heights would be compatible, I inserted just the tip of my cock inside Bella, enjoying the feeble mewl that escaped her.
Pausing, this was the one moment I really wished we were allowed to speak, because I wanted to tell her, to warn her, how I was going to fuck her senseless, how I was going to savagely pound into her, how I wouldn't be happy until she was a quivering, sobbing mess begging for relief, and she was nowhere near that yet. Although my cock was now aching, I teased Bella for a few moments, holding still while I let her wonder when it was coming. Suddenly and without warning, I plunged my length fully inside her in one smooth and swift stroke. My groan of satisfaction quickly followed Bella's loud exclamation of surprise.
Taking a few slow strokes, I watched, entranced, as my cock moved in and out, and it quickly occurred to me that regardless of my pace or depth, I just wasn't going to last too long. Not this round at least… With that thought I gave myself permission to go all out, and roughly gripping her hips for leverage, began hammering into her to a chorus of my grunts and Bella's adorably defenseless squeals. It was fucking wonderful…or wonderful fucking, as the monster pointed out.
A dozen strokes later, I was clutching her bottom to me in a vise-like grip as I came with a ferocity that shook me, emitting a primitive cry not in any way manufactured for the situation. I was struck by the feeling of utter bestiality that emerged while I continued to pump my spunk inside her body. I roared in triumph at emerging the victor in our rather one-sided battle—I had claimed my mate. The monster did a happy dance.
I withdrew from her, resting back on my heels for a moment while I stared at my new…territory, as Bella docilely maintained her position. Good little cavewoman… I watched in fascinated satisfaction as my seed began to trickle down her legs. Now I own you, I thought with savage glee.
After a moment, I sneaked a few wipes out of their hiding place, giving Bella a thorough clean-up. After all, two orgasms were simply not enough for her own fantasy…so she needed to be ready for anything. I pushed on her back so she would know to lie down, and Bella collapsed onto the pile of furs. I admired the fleshy globes of her ass for a minute or two and gave them a quick but thorough groping, chuckling with the joy of possession when Bella moaned an objection.
I rolled Bella over and feasted my eyes upon her nakedness, desiring to play with my new toy while I recovered. I thought I noticed a gleam of rebellion in her eyes, and sure enough, when my hands snaked upward towards her breasts, she pushed them away with an offended grunt. It looked like she was going to fight me some more. Fucking great… The monster waived its club about threateningly.
I lay myself next to her and once again reached toward her chest. She repeated her actions, her hands moving to thwart me, and she fought ineffectively against my efforts. I snarled at her before easily grasping her wrists in one hand and securing them high over her head. I enjoyed more than I can say the sight of her stretched out, naked and at my mercy, before I tucked that image away for future adventures. My free hand now began to boldly caress her to an accompaniment of Bella's whimpers. I squeezed her breasts, plumping and molding the tantalizingly pliant flesh. Then I moved my attention to her nipples, which I hoped were still achingly tender from my earlier attentions, and I tormented her further, eagerly pulling and pinching, gripping her breast to expose and extend her nipple to the utmost before lowering my head to lick and nibble and suck, gently scraping my teeth across the lovely pink buds, until Bella's cries became constant and her body began to arch and buck. And now, I was going to deliver on those orgasms…
Wanting to make sure I once again had complete control, strangely enough, I quickly turned my body around and lay on top of her, which had the unfortunate effect of my ass being situated close to Bella's face, but I hoped to make it worth her while. I wasn't sure whether cunnilingus was something cavemen engaged in, but I knew her fantasy had more to do with domination than it did with any particular sexual practices. I pried her legs apart, wrapping my arms around the outside of her upper thighs to hold them open for me. With my lower legs pinning her arms, my weight atop her and my hands keeping her legs spread wide apart, Bella lay helpless and trembling beneath me.
I took my time. I began by just licking, lapping at her core, slowly and thoroughly. I repeated this for a long time, sensing the pressure building in Bella's body while I delivered only a modicum of satisfaction. I adjusted my hands so my fingers could pull her outer lips apart, and I applied little sucking motions here and there while my tongue began to invade every centimeter of her flesh. Now and then I would flick across the most sensitive bit, enjoying the jolt that would ripple through Bella's body when I did. Gradually, I increased the speed and aggression of my…feasting, becoming more anxious for the moment when I would taste her release. I had used my fingers to expose her intimate flesh as much as possible, while her legs continued to be held immobile by my arms. Judging from the growing volume of Bella's cries, it was time to end the teasing, so I clamped my mouth onto that sweet bud and suckled for all I was worth. It didn't take long—between the excruciating build-up and the present intensity of my efforts, she came with a scream of delight that echoed through the small enclosed space.
Now…came my favorite part. It was clear that Bella was endeavoring to escape me, but I had left her so little room for movement that this could only be discerned by the clenching of her muscles, as opposed to any actual ability to maneuver. I redoubled my efforts while re-focusing them lower, fucking her in turn with my tongue and letting my fingers take over when my mouth would move upward. Eventually I let the fingers remain inside her while my lips and tongue began to slowly edge closer to the epicenter of her responsiveness.
Her frantic howls continued non-stop. I paid them no mind, knowing that Bella would ask me to stop if it became too much. But I was committed to bringing her as much pleasure as I could, whether she wanted it or not. The monster snickered and waggled its tongue.
Sensing that her reluctance had turned once again to desire, I latched on to that sweet bud, sucking and licking, my fingers driving into her time and again. The sounds she was making were so incoherent they could no longer even be called cries—perhaps babbling would be more apt, and despite Bella's rule about not speaking, I'm pretty sure I heard a couple of choruses of Oh, God, oh, God help me. Her inability to move didn't stop her hips from bucking as she went rigid, before a series of hard shudders racked her body. With each panting breath a tiny mewl escaped Bella, apparently the only sound she had the energy to muster while she recovered.
But I wasn't done. And neither was the monster.
Four orgasms just didn't seem like enough; after all, I wanted Bella to get her money's worth. Five, on the other hand, was a nice round number…
Although I had ceased my efforts, I hadn't adjusted my position one iota. Bella was still imprisoned by my body. My cock, which was probably the size of a tree trunk about now, rested between her breasts, and from time to time I thrust my hips against her, hoping the course hair would tease her already over-stimulated nipples. Meanwhile, I continued to stare at…my prize for being the stronger sex, now red and swollen with misuse. It was a lovely sight…
I don't think Bella was expecting more. I had never subjected her to such unrelenting treatment. So I began slowly, gently.
I planted a feather-light kiss between her legs. Bella gave a long, loud moan, the sense of disbelief evident in her tone. So I gave her another kiss. This time I felt rather than heard the sob that shook her body. And I kept going—little kisses, with a short wait between, eventually adding a tiny bit of suction with each.
Then I softly drew my chin down the length of her flesh, the course hairs adding a new kind of torment. And then back, against the grain. It seemed she held her breath, anticipating the next torturous sensation. I stroked her again with my beard, relishing the whimper she probably tried to prevent, since she knew me so well and understood that such sounds of helplessness would only spur me on. When I swept my chin upward again, the whimper turned into a cry. You can stop me with a word, Bella, I thought to myself, and then resumed my teasing.
This time I applied more pressure as I scraped my beard against her raw flesh, and again as I dragged the wiry hair more boldly upward. She shivered against me, and I determined this was the moment to increase the pace. I pressed my face into her, moving it back and forth, letting my beard tickle her, massage her, stroke her. I brought my tongue back into the mix, poking at her with it, while two fingers crept back inside her. I knew by now that she must have felt as if the flesh between her legs was the only thing that existed in the world—God knows it was the center of mine.
I judged it time to inflict the ultimate punishment, and suddenly my technique changed. While my fingers continued their rhythm, I began, close to her entrance, to suck and lick with purpose. As I slowly trailed my mouth upward, the movement of Bella's hair told me her head was flailing from side to side, while her exclamations, be they of pleasure or protest, remained steady. She came again with a jerk of her body before I even reached her most sensitive spot, and I thought my fingers might break with the pressure exerted by her inner walls at that moment. And that reminded me of one thing—how much my cock was begging to be back inside those walls. The monster, ever anxious for its own pleasure, was prodding me in the ass with its club.
I moved aside, releasing Bella from my hold. She seemed incapable of movement though, lying utterly still, and I swear she was prattling nonsensically under her breath. I was going to start behaving like a crazy man myself if I didn't get some relief. And now came the moment for the real caveman to appear, as I began to focus solely on my own needs.
I rolled Bella over onto her stomach. Realizing I was going to make use of her again, another illicit Oh, dear God escaped her. I pulled her up onto all fours as before, but she just toppled over onto the furs. Okay, no problem. This time I only sought to have her support her lower body on her knees, letting her head continue to rest on her forearms. Actually, I kind of liked it, her ass waving in the air like that. It was incredibly…submissive. She still wavered though, so I placed my knees on the outside of hers, so my legs were, in effect, holding her up, and not able to wait a moment longer, I shoved my cock in.
It was actually a pretty big turn-on, holding her legs immobile between my knees while I began to work my cock inside her. Was it my imagination or did it seem like she was tighter this way? In any event, I was loving every stroke, and this time I was in no hurry. So I took my time, grunting my pleasure with each thrust, and when Bella began to show signs of life again, I couldn't help feeling even more excited when she seemed to realize the ignominious position she was in. In fact, when she tried to raise from her forearms to her hands, I pushed her shoulders back down again, seeking her abjection, God help me.
Although it seemed almost impossible, I wanted even more control over her body and its responses. Something about this position wasn't offering me the optimal…contact. Inspired, I kneed her legs apart, then hooked my hands beneath her thighs and lifted her entire lower half. Now Bella had no choice but to subject herself as I desired. Stopping for a moment to admire my handiwork, I then began to drive myself into Bella's body with a purpose. It was fabulous-manipulating her weight, positioning her at my whim for optimal penetration, having unlimited command over the movements of her body. And this was the real caveman coming out: the creature that must celebrate his dominance, embrace the primitive thrill of total possession, and lay full claim to his woman. As my cock sought to deliver that message, I plunged and speared and drilled into the woman I loved, and I knew the two were indivisible, that it would only ever be this woman whom I loved that I wanted this with, that I needed this with. And I came with a joyful cry of release and deliverance and forgiveness.
Afterward, yes, I felt the violence of my actions. I held her, and gentled her, and forgetting Bella's rule, told her time and again how precious she was to me. And when the blob of jelly in my arms became Bella once again, she kissed me, smiled, gave a contented sigh, and drifted away in the safety of my arms. I pulled a length of fur over her body and thanked the universe for everything she had brought me.
The monster cuddled in the fur next to Bella, still holding its club, and sighed in utter happiness.
A/N: As you may know, the Fandom Gives Back is starting their charity auction tonight. I have offered for sale a one-shot and I'm hoping someone will choose their own RPG fantasy - either ExB and the monster or - if the buyer prefers - Edward and the buyer and the monster in their own little fantasy. There is a Twilightzoner thread at the Fandom Gives Back web site:
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where you can ask questions if you like. (If the web site doesn't work check my profile or just google "Fandom Gives Back" it will pop right up.) I am only going to write one RPG - so the first buyer can choose the theme. But if you want to pool your resources to buy, then I will make a version with each buyer's name, if that is what they have chosen. (I'm new at this, so take pity . . . ) If the idea of your own RPG doesn't appeal, well, I have also offered to write something of the buyer's choosing . . . The monster is very anxious for "us" to be bought, I might add. There are lots of other stories and goodies to bid on as well, all in the cause of fighting childhood cancer.
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