Practice: Magni
Story by pyromania2667 on SoFurry
Just a little warmup. The requested idea was a warmup with Magni. I've posted all of these publicly, but this one is the only one that I feel is long enough to be put here.
TECHNICALLY the reader is supposed to be male, but it's whatever you want it to be, really
In the depths of Ironforge, Magni awaits. A calling of his “favorite ambassador”, as the letter said.
Human diplomacy has always been your forte, but what could the leader of Ironforge want with you at this hour?
Perhaps a very special trade route is to be established? Maybe it’s time to work on adding another tram, but where to? Would it connect to booty bay? A little outlandish of a thought, but perhaps the dwarven leader has a slicker silver tongue than you would’ve expected.
Dismounting your steed, you pass the reins to the stable master as you uncloak your hood. The moment you take a step deeper into the capital, the familiar wave of heat of Ironforge is a rather welcome warmth from the icy fingers of Dun Morogh.
Oftentimes you feel like a giant in the city of dwarves, but you keep a steady pace, no need to be distracted while you’re on a mission. The people always seem to be a little more standoffish than usual when you don your gilded, blue embassy robes. Perhaps they think the proper attire is a little frivolous, but regardless of the snide remarks you overhear, it’s nothing you’re not used to.
As you approach the royal throne, your attention is caught by a royal guard waving for your attention. He gestures for you to approach. You glance around, none of the members of the council are at the throne right now. Definitely strange as you’re used to speaking to them at the throne room.
“Aye, laddie, ya’ve been requested in the royal chamber.” His brassy voice almost assaults your ears. “It looks like Magni wants to negotiate something in private…”
Strange, you didn’t know Magni had a private chamber for negotiations. You ask the guard if he would mind directing you to the place of negotiation. Your mind keeps thinking about what you’re going to say, especially considering you hardly have any idea what this occasion is.
Without any hesitation, the guard leads you deeper into Ironforge. It doesn’t take long until you’re at a very sturdy metal door.
“Bronzebeard awaits.” The guard states before dismissing himself.
Quaint, but you’re not sure if the lack of guards in this area is supposed to make you feet at ease or more distressed.
You knock on the metal door, it’s sturdy and you almost regret using your knuckles.
“Come on in lad!” Magni states from within, “Tha door is unlocked!”
How… informal.
You open the door to the room. What you expected to be a smaller room filled with a more traditional circular table and chairs is in fact a bedroom. A large bed taking up easily a third of the room is opposite to the door, pressed against the wall. It is tall, square and luxuriously covered in finery. The room is softly decorated with the usual attributes one would expect for a living space. A wardrobe and a chair with a vanity is set to each side of the bed.
“Ah, ye’re finally here…” Magni welcomes, he’s currently in the center of the bead wearing nothing but burgundy velvet robes that cover everything from the neck and lower. His massive beard stretches almost as far as the robes go as well.
This setting is strange, you ask why he called you here.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Magnia states as he peels the robes off of him, “I want ta spend time with my favorite stormwind ambassador.”
You are in shock as he is seemingly naked, but as he shifts you breathe a sigh of relief to know that his beard is covering his undergarments.
“Get onto tha bed, laddie. It’ll be warmer with ya here.”
Definitely most informal… If not completely inappropriate to your knowledge. This was not how you expected to be dealing with “dwarven negotiations” today. It is not in your area of expertise, why is this happening?
“Yer just gonna leave me alone here, are ya?”
You’re not sure what to say, you’ve never taken an invitation on anything like this before. Shirking all thought and reason, you disrobe to your undergarments and approach Magni, crawling onto the bed with him.
In the few times you’ve been face to face with him, he’s always been completely covered in the armor he’s smithed and crowned with ornamental jewelry. Now there is nothing obstructing your view of him aside from his magnificent beard.
The two of you are nearly the same height, it doesn’t help the fact that you’re not exactly the tallest person out there.
You take the chance to admire his stout form, very hairy, not much to your surprise and very well defined. His face is gruff and easy to look at. He eyes you with an almost impishly teasing smirk. He has very broad shoulders and his muscular body is covered head to toe in body hair. His arms and legs are easily more than twice as thick as yours and his strong hands are calloused from all of the smithing he does.
“Ya like what yer seein’ do ya?” He smirks, shifting around on the bed.
You glance at his magnificent brown beard as it shifts, exposing his stomach. His torso is broad and burly, even more than your typical dwarf. His stomach is lined with perfectly cut abs, almost as if he chiseled them himself. It comes to no surprise to you considering the masterful craftsmanship he does.
“Come closa, I don’ bite.” He teases, wrapping a thick, hairy arm over your shoulder. You can feel his muscles bulge and shift slightly from the warm grasp he has onto you, you sink into his embrace reflexively.
Magni takes a long, deep sniff of your hair, “Mmm, I love that sweet, sweet Stormwind smell ya got.”
He pulls you down onto the bed as the two of you lie together, you can’t help restraining yourself from stroking his luxurious beard. It’s so perfectly maintained, it’s almost like the fine furs you wore to a colder region like this.
“Ya like my beard? It’s me pride and joy, but today, yer coming first and above everything else.”
His low, gravelly voice is soothing, you can feel his soft tone reverberate through your body as he pulls you closer to him.
You sigh softly as he spoons you, fondling your body with soft repeated strokes. You turn around to face him, admiring the sight of his deep set eyes as he stares back into yours.
Magni brings a sturdy hand up to your face, gently caressing your cheek with the backside of his fingers.
“Every time I saw ya come into this place. I always had my eyes on ya. Ye have a good way with words and tha other council members just don’t appreciate your presence like I do.”
You’re touched by his words, glad to know that he’s fond of you. You tell him that he’s always been the most down to earth of the three of them, he’s a great leader.
He blushes slightly, “I know, ye’re just buttering me up anyway.”
You assure him that you’re sincere in your words.
Magni stifles a small chuckle as he pulls you closer, planting a kiss onto your lips. His presence is firm and almost aggressive with a surprising amount of tenderness behind his actions. You sink deeper into the embrace as he hugs you tightly, pulling the back of your head in to make sure that you’re well within his kiss.
You can feel his beard press against your face and chest as you hold onto him as if your life depended on it. He’s so warm and hairy, you’re not sure if you’ve ever considered dwarves like this before, but he’s definitely an amazing man to be with.
Soon enough, he breaks the kiss between the two of you. You press your head beneath his chin, clutching onto him for support. You let your hands roam around his chiseled form, admiring the perfectly cut form of his stature and hairiness of his body. Magni is perfect in more ways than one, he definitely puts as much effort into his physique as he does with his work.
Magni keeps an arm wrapped around your shoulder, stroking the side of you fondly. You relish the feeling of his burly masculine presence. If diplomatic missions will always be like this from now on, then who are you to disagree?