sharpened.

independent ophelia mardun of critical role, campaign two. spoilers abound. as writ by lia.

[solitudeprompts]

❝ you look tense,  let me rub your shoulders. ❞ ❝ will you draw on my back? ❞ ❝ i love it when you sing to me ❞ ❝ i drew a bath for you,  let me make you some tea. ❞ ❝ do you want to just stay in bed today? ❞ ❝ come back to bed,  it’s barely sunrise. ❞ ❝ should i get out some candles? ❞ ❝ i picked up your favourite wine. ❞ ❝ will you play with my hair? ❞ ❝ i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. ❞ ❝ i think you look beautiful. ❞ ❝ i love you even when you have morning breath. ❞ ❝ i cooked dinner for you. ❞ ❝ i brought you dinner. ❞ ❝ can you just hold me for a while? ❞ ❝ i’m just gonna hold you for a while. ❞ ❝ sing me to sleep? ❞ ❝ i’m going to treat you like a  ( queen/king ). ❞ ❝ you’re my whole world. ❞ ❝ a foot rub would be nice. ❞ ❝ are you going to join me? ❞ ❝ may i have this dance? ❞ ❝ shut up and kiss me. ❞

[opheliamardun]

criticaltas‌:

“Hmm…” the Gentleman purred. “He was a fierce lover as well. There is a scene on a boat where they nearly drowned and he had to paddle them ashore with his rippling muscles… Guinevere nearly drowns in the process, and as soon as they reach the shore, he rips her bodice off, destroying the garment and leaving her in nothing but a thin, soaked shift that leaves little to the imagination. Soon even that comes off, and he kisses her from her sweet lips all the way down between her legs, introducing her to true pleasure with his highly skilled tongue.”

 ophelia hums, dipping her head into the crook of his neck, placing kisses on the exposed skin -- whatever she can reach, really. her teeth scrape over an artery in his neck, though she keeps the contact light. she’d bitten him enough in the past few days. ‘ ah, a true gentleman he must be. surely you know something of that, schatz? ‘

[opheliamardun]

criticaltas‌:

“Well there is a half orc named Oskar…” The Gentleman began, pretending not to be distracted by her touch, making a great show of noticing how she pushed open the laces of his shirt, her fingers warm against his skin. “He is broad in the shoulders and as the protagonist recently learned, he is broad everywhere else as well.” He finally gave in. Turning his head to kiss her arm.

‘ oh, so he is like you? ‘  there’s a smirk on her face, as if she knows she’s captured his attention and is visibly proud of it -- she is. she allows her hand to continue wandering, tracing small, light patterns into his inky skin. ‘ i should think him very handsome then, if that is the case. ‘ 

[opheliamardun]

“i want you to fuck me.”

    nsfw // accepting. @wiidogasted

     ‘  is that what you want, darling? i’d be happy to oblige. i love it when you tell me what you want.  ‘  her voice is husky and low as she descends on him, a wolf stalking her prey. her hands busy themselves at his belt, freeing him in almost a fluid motion that’s all too well practiced. 

  she leaves him there, ready, waiting, and moves to remove his shirt by sliding her palms under the cloth and pulling it all upwards. her teeth catch on a nipple. ophelia is freed of her own clothing in mere seconds, with what little of it there was to remove in the first place. 

  her hand moves down again, and strokes him from root to tip -- she likes the twitch to his hips, the way his head tilts back and his fingers grip the sheets. ophelia straddles him, wastes no time, but slowly guides him inside her. as slowly as she can -- she wants to see him unravel, to beg and plead underneath her until he can’t take it any longer. 

   and then a little further. it’s going to be a long night. 

[rtherpmeme]

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ –

 FIRSTS -

“Hey… Can we try something new?” “Is it going to hurt?” “Wait! I…I’ve never done this before.” “Just be still and relax…” “Er, am I doing this right?” “I’m not hurting you, am I?” “I want my first time to be with you.” “Oh my god, I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to finish so early!” “Ah, I feel so embarrassed…”

 PUBLIC AFFAIRS -

“Wow…you’re easy to rile up.” “Forget the bed…let’s do it right here.” “What if someone sees us?!” “Quiet down or they’ll hear us.” “Try to keep quiet…we wouldn’t want to get caught.” “Are you serious? Here? Now?”  “We should do it somewhere else other than a bed tonight.” “Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.” “I’m going to mark you as mine tonight.” “I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”

  PICK-UP LINES && SUGGESTIONS. -

“I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “I can’t take my eyes off of you.“ “If these people weren’t here, I would be on my knees with your cock in my mouth.” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I like my reflection a little more with you all over me.” “Does this feel good?” “Take a bath with me?” “Are you sure you want to do it in the shower- we could slip!” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.”  “i got a new apartment, and i need someone to put clothes on the floor. “ “I just want to bend you over and fuck you hard…”

 HOT && HEAVY -  

“You make such adorable sounds.” “ Want to make me scream? I’ll bet you can. “ “S-Stop staring at me like that!” “So are we going to do this already or what?” “Stop teasing!” “do you know how bad i want you?” “you’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered.” “Don’t cover your mouth…I like hearing you.” “Aw, you’re so cute when you blush like that.” “We’ve only got three minutes…let’s do this fast.” “get on your knees.” “oh, look who’s not wearing any underwear~”  “what’s my name?” “Why didn’t you just say you liked it rough?” “I love seeing you covered in my marks…” “I love it when you leave your marks on me…” “don’t stop!” “Please. I need you. Now.” “i want you to fuck me.” "Should we use rope or handcuffs?” “beg for it.” “bend over.” “Let me hear you sing for me.” “you are already turned on ~?” “swallow it. all of it.”

  MISC -

“ Come sit on my lap, love “ “ You look so gorgeous right now…” “ I love it when you grab the sheets when you’re about to cum. “ “ Strip for me. Slowly. I want to savor every inch of you. “ “ That pretty little face deserves to get fucked ~” “ Mmm… do you like that? “ “Such a pretty sight, all tied up in ropes.” “I wore these panties just for you.” “You are mine, never forget that.” “Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could touch me.” “You’ll be glad to hear that I’m not wearing underwear today.” “You like how I bend over for you, huh?” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “You wanna help me out of this?”

[opheliamardun]

criticaltas‌:

 “Tusk Love.” He answered, his eyes flicking back to the book, teasing her by making her wait like this. She’d loose patience with him eventually and enforce her demands for his attention. “One of my employees left it here by accident, its quite filthy.” 

 ‘ is it now? ‘ her fingers dance over his forearm as she steps behind him, putting her other arm over his adjacent shoulder and resting her chin on the back of the chair as she leans over. her other hand traces a pattern against the exposed skin of his chest, daring to move the silk of his shirt aside to gain more access. ‘ tell me about it. ‘ 

[opheliamardun]

@criticaltas​

   ‘ i said now, not when you are free. ‘  she shuts the door behind her, shrugging off her coat and throwing it over the nearest chair. ‘ i’m on a limited schedule and i was under the impression that you would make time for me.  ‘ ophelia almost pouts, moving over to stand next to his seat. one of her hands trails down his arm. ‘ what are you reading? ‘ 

[opheliamardun]

   cont.  /  @criticaltas

   she moans when his lips touch her neck -- he knows her well enough to read her like his favorite book, and ophelia treasures that knowledge. he knows how to use it, too; she can’t get the friction she needs from this angle. she arches up into the kiss. ‘  you should.  ‘ she says, trying to catch her breath. it’s much harder when he runs his tongue over the base of her horns -- ophelia has to bite down on her lip to keep quiet, to keep herself from pleading. she moves her chin up, exposing more of her skin to him. there’s a playful grin on her lips as he talks, thoroughly enjoying his performance for her. ‘  i like many things about you, my love -- but if you are going to talk like that, you best be willing to provide. ‘

[opheliamardun]

wiidogasted‌:

          “I understand what I ask of you, and I do not think of it lightly,” He says it quickly, reassurance for the both of them. Death was something he had danced with many times, and he was tired of it looming over him. It was best to cheat it, so that others might rise. “My mind is made, there is no changing it.” 

          There is a moment he swallows, and he is aware of her hands against his throat. It is strange, seeing her relaxed in such a manner. “Do what must be done, this is what I want.” 

 she searches his face for any strain of discomfort, any moment of uncertainty -- and finds none. she’s impressed, honestly. ophelia leans in, touching her forehead to his and meeting his gaze. moments pass before she finally touches her lips to his, closing her eyes. 

  it’s slow, touching, filled with the fire from her own hot blood. she almost doesn’t want to pull away -- she’s missed the passion of having a lover. ‘  i will send my agents tomorrow, then. a deal is a deal. ‘

[opheliamardun]

wiidogasted‌:

          The touch is something he is not used to, but it is something he can anticipate. Part of him wants to melt into her touch, to give himself over to her. But a deal had to be made in order for him to do that, she could not be the only one benefiting from this. 

          “It is best if it were that way, I believe,” Her agreement was not something he expected. He asked much of her, though, given her profession, this would not be the first time she had done it. Or so he assumed. “If you do this favor for me, I will be in your debt. I will stay here with you.” 

 ‘  it is not a debt, treasure. i am choosing to help you.  ‘  it is unlike ophelia to be so willing to do favors in exchange for something she wants for herself -- she does not like to get her hands dirty. but something is different, here, that she has yet to see before. 

  ‘ once this is done, it will not easily be undone. you are aware of this, yes? i do not want you to make a decision you regret, as much as i want you here. ‘  her hands end on either side of his neck, thumbs resting against his jaw. 

[opheliamardun]

criticaltas:

The Gentleman obedient stepped toward her, setting his wine down on his bedside table. “Were my compliments too loud for you? Would you prefer them whispered in your ear?”

 her raised hand finds the junction of his shoulder and neck, thumb resting lightly over his jugular. she stands, just shorter than him, voice a low undertone when she speaks. ‘  i would very much prefer the latter.  ‘ ophelia smiles, showing perfect white teeth before moving in to press her lips to his. 

[opheliamardun]

There's a heavy exhale, head tilting back as she moves. "O-Opheli-- ah!" There's that spot again, it raised goose flesh across his skin, a heat in the base of his stomach. "Bitte, bitte, schneller..." He begged in Zemnian, positive she would find amusement in it.

    asks.  /  always accepting.  @wiidogasted

  ophelia has three vices in life: one, she’s allowed whatever it is she wishes; two, whatever it is should often refer to people she’d like inside her; and three, trust comes after sex, not before. 

  it’s certainly the case here. 

  one hand is braced against his chest, the other twisted in the sheets next to his hip. she’s taking her sweet time, riding him as slow as she sees fit -- but he’s been good, so polite, ophelia doesn’t want to say no. ‘  alright, alright.  ‘ she laughs, leaning down to kiss him before coming back up again. ‘  you get what you ask for, schatz. ‘

  she lifts up, takes him inside her in one thrust and sets a much harder, faster pace. it’s a test of her own stamina, but this isn’t her first time. she’s getting close to her own climax -- she’d sooner see him come first. ‘  is this what you wanted, caleb? you’re so pretty when you can’t talk straight.  ‘ 

[opheliamardun]

wiidogasted:

          “Ophelia, dearest,” He speaks, following her lead in Zemnian before she returns to Common. “I don’t believe you understand, you see, I am a prize sought after by a single man. His power is greater than I and my friends possess, I fear for their safety. It was better when it was assumed I had died.” 

          He pauses a moment, hovering over the thought. 

          “It would be better if I was dead. Is that something you are able to arrange?”

  oh, she likes being called that. ophelia allows her fingers to trace his cheekbones, his jaw, the lines in his forehead -- anything she can reach, really. it’s all very fascinating to her; she hasn’t been this close to a human she likes in years. 

   ‘ you wish for me to fake your death ?  ‘ her voice is quiet. the zemnian leaves her tongue easily when she’s in thought, still pondering over the haunted look in his eyes. ‘  if you are so determined to do it, then yes. i can, with some time. you will stay here ?  ‘ 

[opheliamardun]

criticaltas:

  “I would think that you like how well I know you. It is very useful from time to time.” He said, pouring himself a glass of wine as well, leaning against his chest of drawers, looking her over. “How exactly is it that you look younger and more beautiful every time you visit Zadash?”

she is, in this moment, thankful for the grey hue of her skin to hide the slight rush of blood to her cheeks. it irritates her, how well he has her number. but it also makes her happy. ‘  do not stand so far from me and yet compliment me so, liebling.  ‘  ophelia raises a hand, beckoning him closer. 

[opheliamardun]

kinky -wiidogasted

   kinky. /  accepting. @wiidogasted

70. our muses orgasm together. 

   ‘  that’s it, liebling -- that’s it.  ‘ 

 she strokes caleb’s chest as he calms, slowly coming down from her own orgasm but too oversensitized to climb off him just yet. ophelia leans over him, positioning her forearms on either side of caleb’s head, and kisses him again. slower, this time, without the malms of need between them; it’s almost far more sensual than anything they’d done in their rush before. 

   ‘  you are stunning, caleb. absolutely stunning.  ‘ 

 her voice is soft, the accent much less noticeable in zemnian. she rolls off of him carefully, waves a hand over her abdomen with a spell on her lips. just in case, she thinks. 

     ‘  do you want to go again ?  ‘ 

[opheliamardun]

"Danger lies in my wake, death at the bow of my ship. I am not one that walks without a shadow of the past, for it haunts me with each step I take. Offering solace will come with a price, Frau Mardun. You understand this, ja?" He wants to agree, to offer himself to her. To stay, to not worry about the archmage following so closely. It almost seems to good to be true.

   asks.  /  always  accepting.  @wiidogasted

 ‘ i would make a poor businesswoman indeed if i did not understand my own offer, widogast. ‘  she raises her pointer finger to his lips. ‘  and please, hush. call me ophelia. ‘ she says, in zemnian. there’s something far more intimate about speaking their common language, rather than the lingua franca spoken by most of the country. 

    ‘ what are you so afraid of ?  ‘ 

[opheliamardun]

"You look to me as though I am someone familiar. Do I remind you of someone, Frau Mardun, or is this a game you enjoy playing?"

   asks .  /  always accepting.  @wiidogasted

 ‘  i have heard tales from the zemni fields of a child -- eleven or so years ago -- who coated the city in the ashes of his own parents. you are similar to the description.  ‘ 

  ophelia -- for her part, is not attempting to coerce any sort of secrets from him. she knows much already, from spies in the empire and from direct contract with the archmage when she least expected it. her arms cross as she regards him, though not with distaste. in fact, ophelia is quite fond of him. he has potential. 

  ‘  mistake not my intent by that phrasing. i am only curious. while i do enjoy playing games, this is most certainly my least favorite one.  ‘ 

  she steps forward, closer to him. dares to reach out hands to smooth down his collar, to place her lips beside his ear. 

    ‘  i can protect you from all of it, you know. the archmage need not be your major concern, any longer. stay, widogast. i’d love to have you.  ‘