Dinner, Bath or maybe… Me?

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During the past two years Jon was absent, Alina and Wulfur were the ones filling his role as those who know his plans the most. While Alina was taking more of an administrative approach to things, Wulfur was in the ground overseeing and commanding. He was in charge of the Dare Industries and Chief of the Main Workshop making him one of the busiest men in the Hold if not in Skyrim. Despite that, his incredible talent was manifesting on how much workload he can achieve under any kind of pressure.

Everyone thought that Wulfur is a Natural Weapon-Master and a Talented Forge-Master but only Jon knew Wulfur's talent, maybe even better than Wulfur himself.

It was "Dexterity".

In other words, Wulfur was blessed with a rare case of [Optimal Finesse]. (Google it)

Once he focuses on something, Wulfur simply figures out the ins and outs of it. Swordsmanship, Craftsmanship, etc.

This didn't mean that Wulfur was omnipotent. Actually, if he doesn't understand anything well enough or if his physical and magical skills do not meet the requirements of his actions, he becomes like a broken machine.

One of those situations is to simply not comprehend something no matter how much he tries to see through it and right now, he is in this situation.

"I don't get it. I simply have no idea how I should fix this." Wulfur said.

"Come on, Wulf. I believe in you, Mirren believes in you." Jon said holding Mirren from the shoulder.

"Why am I even here?" Mirren asked.

"Nevermind him. Just focus and you will do it." Jon kept encouraging Wulfur.

Wulfur looked between the Flame and the Damaged Sword and kept thinking.

His level as a Blacksmith is already one of the best in Skyrim. He put his heart and soul into blacksmithing for ten years which is not long compared to others yet with the opportunities and pressure Jon put him through, he can match any blacksmith with fifty years of experience.

The problem is Jon's request this time.

Reforge [Bloodskal] using top-shelf material and an Eternal Flame then find a way to utilize these Dragon Bones and Scales.

Simply put it as Fix a Blade that was damaged for being by Divine Energy for two years and find a way to utilize a Material that can only be forged by the Highest Perk from the Smithing Skill Tree of the Game.

No wonder Wulfur was losing his mind. He is literally pioneering in a Material that was never used before in the Fourth Era. Truthfully, the only thing he wants to do is to chase Jon out of the workshop for now but he knows that he would never sleep unless this is figured out.

"I don't get the problem. If you want to smash it, just use a hammer or something." Mirren spoke.

"Using the wrong tools will definitely ruin the materials. The Blade was imbued with Demigod power and the Dragons are considered Demigods, even that flame he lit my forge with is an Eternal Flame only he can extinguish. Do you see what is going on here?" Wulfur replied at Mirren pointing at Jon.

"Jon is being a dick?"

"Exactly."

"Nothing new."

"Well, I'm glad the two of you are getting along." Jon said and patted Wulfur's shoulder, "Big man, I know that you are currently taking your skill to a place beyond all that you learned but have faith that I know you can do it."

Jon could barely hold back his smile as he dumped this impossible task at Wulfur. Earlier today, he dropped by Wulfur's workshop with Mirren and staged this whole thing. He gave Wulfur the blade [Bloodskal] and part of the Dragon's bones and scales that he managed to chop off the skeletal remains. To make it worse, Jon also requested an armor and asked that his bracers and greaves be maintained.

Even though the dragons turn into skeletons upon actual death, their backs may still have scale remains and any other scale that was cut off before the disintegration also remains. Legends say that by using Dragon Bone knives, one can cut deep into a dragon to take out a Heart Scale.

After giving some time to inspect the whole Dragon Skeleton he has in the Cube, Jon could find more precious ingredients such as marrow remains in the spine and salvia remains in the mouth. Gathered carefully, these whole ingredients were on a whole new level of impotence and would very much benefit in further studies.

Meanwhile in Wulfur's workshop, the three young men were busy talking until Wulfur finally figured out a way to proceed with Jon's blade. Maybe Jon is a demanding taskmaster but this was still manageable if Wulfur used the purest parts Ebony Ingots with Heart Stones.

Combining that with the Dragonfires, the heat was on a whole new level that made the metal even more tricky to control but what was more terrifying was the Magic Power gushing from the blade.

"Reviving this sword is dangerous but…"

"But what?"

"It is really tempting."

Wulfur took off the pommel, the handle and the crossguard then handled the blade with his most premium Orichalcum tools. Ebony is a high carbon-based metal and to bring out its best potential, its original maker mixed some steel in the process making the ancient blade be one of the best materials forged by mortal hands. To match that, Wulfur utilized some techniques that were beyond anyone's understanding switching between the Elven and Orcish forging techniques all the way back to the Nordic. The tools and acids he used were top of the shelf quality that they made a bystander like Mirren almost cough out blood.

"Dude, you're so rich." Mirren said.

"Jon's paying anyway." Wulfur shook his shoulders.

"Isn't it good to be filthy rich? I mean… look at the Imperials and the Stormcloaks trying to measure me up by political influence when they must have weighed my pockets first." Jon bragged.

"Heh! You must be getting ready for a big round of trouble." Wulfur said.

"Believe me… if they know what I have in mind…" Jon said daydreaming.

"You mean the next phase? Is it ready?" Wulfur asked.

"Almost, brother. Almost."

"What's the next phase?" Mirren asked.

Jon and Wulfur looked at each other with a sly smile before Wulfur replied.

"When we first arrived in this town five years ago, there was nothing here but a few buildings and a large number of ruins. The First Phase of Jon's business plan was to Liberate, the Second Phase was to Build, the Third Phase was to Expand across Winterhold. We have achieved those three phases perfectly but the last one is bound to be short-lived as no matter what or who we are, we can't just monopolize One-Ninth of Skyrim and will eventually need partners and retainers to block our rivals from entering the land. But… will that be the end?" Wulfur asked.

"To be honest, we've always heard tales about Jon outside Skyrim and he wasn't the shy type either." Mirren said.

"You can't hide the sun." (Jon)

"See?" (Mirren)

"He's a fool." (Wulfur)

"Still, when we arrived at Skyrim, this guy was like everyone's favorite hated person like… you don't know. A lot of fear and admiration are at play."

"Exactly, they basically think that the company is our political tool to expand further and they are sure that one day, we will be expanding too much that it will reach them." Wulfur explained.

"I see… but didn't you guys assure the public that he has no intentions of expanding outside Winterhold?" Mirren asked.

"We did but if you were them, would you trust me." Jon pointed at himself making innocent kitty eyes.

"Never."

"Filthy dog bastard."

"And that's how everyone else thinks. They will never allow the DDC to expand outside Winterhold no matter what." Wulfur said as he put the blade aside to cool down.

"So, where does your next Phase take you? Expansion by force?" Mirren asked.

"Nope. We haven't even finished expanding in Winterhold yet and Skyrim is not the only place in the world, right?" Wulfur said.

"Exactly." Jon smiled, "Next Phase, we're adding more Capitalism to the flame and going to Oblivion."

[A/n: literally meaning: We are going to Hell.]

Mirren looked between the two Nords who were laughing uncontrollably.

"It was nice knowing you guys."

After a while of argument, Jon revealed a portion of his next Phase where the DDC will invest next. There are Two Places with two much danger but too delicious profit.

"After I isolated the old Hollow City from the rest of Coldharbour, the City started having its own realm and it started expanding. This is good news as the Soul Shriven on the other side are undying labor and they need organization. Thanks to Xikil, I can get them in line but their insufferable lives need some luxuries from Nirn and that's where we come in. We will take their Oil… no, wrong scenario… we will take their Minerals and give them the things they need." Jon said.

"You are mining… in Oblivion?"

"Yep. Cold Iron Ore, Obsidian and Ebony. To legitimize the merchandise, we will do an expansion on two more fronts. First would be Mournhold and some shell companies around Vvardenfell." Jon said.

"And the second?" Mirren asked.

"Winterhold's Basement."

***

The discussion took most of the time while Wulfur was working on [Bloodskal]. Jon explained his next phase in detail to Mirren and offered him to take the lead of the assignment regarding the arrangements of the goods that will arrive from the Hollow City.

The DDC will establish many shell companies to pose as the source of most of these goods and will expand far across the Continent to make it hard to track for the Empire's Commerce Guild and EEC. Also, these shell companies will do the Money Laundering for the DDC to cover all the loopholes regarding the excessive profits.

Formerly, Alina has left this task for the company's new financial protégé, Ysolda.

As one of Jon's old friends, Ysolda had a thing for dirty money and trading. Somehow, when Jon caught her drug dealing and decided to punish her, she didn't really learn the lesson and started going on her business once again so it was best to guide her if controlling her was impossible. She was the right girl to manage this operation internally.

However, Mirren will do supervision on the ground and will be making short trips to some dangerous places such as the shell companies and the Hollow City which is an easy job regarding his qualifications.

"I am done with the blade." Wulfur said, "This was a hard one to pull off."

He carried the great red blade out of the water and put it on a table then started inspecting its structure with multiple lenses.

"This was the hardest maintenance process ever done in this history of swords… and also the most expensive." Wulfur said.

"I'm sorry." Jon apologized.

"For goodness sake, Jon. You can't keep a sword under this kind of pressure while not maintaining it for two years. It is a miracle it survived."

"What is important now is the performance of the blade."

"Worry not, I'll just give it a round of polish and put a nice edge on it. You'll get it tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll see you at that time. It is almost midnight now."

"Sigh! We lost ourselves in work again… just like the old times."

"Man… I miss the old times."

"Speaking of which… I have a thing for you."

Wulfur walked inside his workshop and came back with a piece of armor.

"Do you remember the armor you gave me?" Wulfur asked.

"Ahzidal's Armor of Retribution? Wait… don't tell me." Jon said as he examined the armor in Wulfur's hand.

"Yes… I damaged it."

"You bastard."

"Hey… I know you love Ahzidal's artifacts but don't blame it one me. You told me to do jobs with the Companions in your message, right? One job went wrong and we ended up fighting Dremora beings, a horde of them."

"Dammit, Wulfur." Jon took the armor from Wulfur and spoke, "I'm glad that you are alright but what did you do with this?"

"Well… after the chest-plate was damaged, I remade it for you to look like this… you needed a new personal armor, right?"

Jon inspected the design of the armor and assessed it with keen eyes.

"An armored girdle?"

"Best torso armor you'll ever have. I call it Ahzidal's… War Belt."

"Your naming sucks."

"Learned from the best. I even engraved the DDC banner on it."

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[Ahzidal's War Belt] <Nordic Ebony>

- Reflect Damage

- Paralysis (on Reflect)

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[A/n: it looks exactly like Tsun's Armor except Jon wears pants and an open robe above. Added a pic for Twins Armor on IG and Discord.]

"Alright, that's a fine job, Wulfur. Here's your payment."

"Hahaha, show me, show me."

Jon passed over a piece of paper and Wulfur took it with excitement. He unrolled it and looked at its content then his face turned dark.

"What is this? I thought you were giving me a blueprint or something." Wulfur said.

"Did he give you some nudes?" Mirren looked at the paper only to see some instructions written on it.

"It is something that may come very handy to you. Go to Riften and look for an Argonian Woman called From-Deepest-Fathoms, she'll be in some situation and will give you something cursed that you must return to a dwemer ruin. You have more details in the note but the reward is perfect for a blacksmith like yourself." Jon said.

"Is this like… one of your prophecies?" Wulfur asked.

"It is… also, if you remember that Orc village in the Rift, the one in the south called Largashbur? You'll find them in a problem with the Giants, solve it and don't be stubborn."

Wulfur kept following what Jon said on the paper and nodding. It seems like there is some grand prize waiting for him from the way he put it.

"Alright, you tempted me." Wulfur nodded.

"Also, take Mjoll and her team with you, there will be a lot of… Dungeoneering." Jon winked on his way out.

From the very beginning, Jon was planning on getting some benefits for himself and the team. This means he can give them some of the suitable game quests every now and then.

***

It was already midnight. Jon spent his day conversing deeply with Nurina and drinking with Wulfur and Mirren. It may be his second day in Winterhold but this is the favorite Jon Dare day style where he is carefree and nothing in the world would bother him.

Now that he is home, he found it clean and neat as it seemed that all of his gigantic clansmen have migrated back to their homes in Saarthal.

The ones Jon found first were Beth and Nefertiti who were making a fuss on the dining table. Nefertiti was sitting on something and Beth was trying to take it but no matter what she tried, she couldn't take it at all.

"Master, Nefertiti sitting on my paper."

Once Beth saw Jon, she ran to him and complained.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I brought my tools and wanted to draw something on the paper before making a tattoo with it but Nefertiti came and sat on the paper." Beth said.

"Nefertiti." Jon called.

She was indeed sitting on one of Beth's papers as Jon called. She barely opened one eye then closed it again ignoring him.

He walked to her and left her up from the paper but she resisted.

"No!"

"Come on."

"No! Must sit… bad Hooman."

"Seriously?"

Jon and Beth looked at each other and shook their heads. Jon then took another paper and spread it beside her.

Once she noticed the spread sheet of paper, her eyes rounded and she stood but and stepped on it but soon, she saw the sheet of paper she was leaving.

Looking between the two, she didn't know what to decide and froze.

"Hooman… not fair."

Jon and Beth were holding their bellies and dying from laughter as Nefertiti was struggling against her instincts. She finally sat on the new paper and turned her back to them.

"Case closed!"

Jon high-fived with Beth and was about to walk in before Aela came out.

"Ah! Here you are. The girls are waiting in there for you." She said.

"Hm? What about our wild one? Where are you going in your gear?" Jon asked.

"I'm taking your portal back to Whiterun. The city must be in a mess after the Dragon Attack and there will be a lot of jobs available too." She said.

"Can't you spend the night?"

"You know me by now… I have to roll… also, full moon tomorrow."

"Off you go then. Stay safe and… take this."

Jon passed Aela a coin purse.

"Keep your money." She seemed offended.

"It is not for you." Jon laughed, "I am hiring the Companions."

"Oh! What's the job?" She asked.

"I want you guys to head to Falkreath, there you'll find the survivors of Helgen. If possible, see what they need or lack and deliver my peace and blessings."

"Helping people, huh? That's a good pay. I am sure the others will be thrilled."

"Just remember to wear the Jon Dare t-shirts. It is part helping, part advertising."

"Always the fame whore, Jon."

"Always."

Jon saw Aela off after a laugh and didn't forget to kiss. As she is not the settling type of girl, she would spend the whole week in the wild or on a job then go to Jon on weekends. A werewolf-like her lives by the call of the wild else her powers will weaken and she may lose control.

After that, Jon was on his way to his chambers when he saw his wife talking to the other two girlfriends at the back fireplace.

"You've come!"

"So I have. God… my head hurts from all the hammering Wulfur was doing." Jon sat between the girls and turned energy-saving mode.

"Busy day?" Alina asked.

"Emotional… talking with Nurina, drinking together me and the boys."

"Oh! Your average Jon day. I like… but you know how these days always ended." Jull asked.

"Foursome? Come on."

"Actually, it will be a threesome and you will only be watching." Alina pulled Jullanar and the reluctant Miranda beside her, "Tonight, I am confiscating the girls. You can sleep on the couch."

Jon raised a brow seeing how Alina is trying to have her way with him. In his mind however, he was smiling as sly as she was.

"Alright… you have taken most of the burden anyway. And here I was planning to dedicate this whole night to my wife alone. Guess I am going to slip…"

"Oh, darling."

It didn't take half a second for Alina to toss away Jullanar and Miranda half across the room and stick tight to Jon.

"I don't know, I think I am tired this evening."

"Come on! You want dinner? You want a bath? Or maybe… you want… me?"

"Fufufu… I'll take everything on the menu then… after of course…"

Jon took his staff and suddenly teleported himself and Alina away. Jullanar and Miranda stood from the ground and looked betrayed.

"And here you have it. Two psychopaths deeply in love to the point where there is nothing sacred or holy when it comes to nailing each other." Jullanar complained.

Miranda silently looked at her.

"What? I am just an average homicidal maniac, nothing more, I am not at that level. By the way, we have sweet rolls in the kitchen."

"... I'll take one."

***

*Hidden Dragon Isle - Next Day*

Last night, the Hidden Isle had two rampaging creatures going all around having sex on every part of the place. The golden pavilion, the central lake, the beach area, the maple forest… each and every part of the island was simply a place where the two can have sex.

As the two woke the next day, Alina looked around herself to see that they were on a blanket in the middle of the island. What happened last night was still fresh in her memory as she smiled while playing with her hair as she laid down again on her husband.

"Is it morning?"

Jon opened his eyes looking at the blue sky but Alina covered them.

"No, we're not morning yet."

He smiled knowing her intentions and didn't get up.

"Alright. I'll stay."

The two remained silent for a while as all that Alina wanted was to lay down quietly next to Jon. After some time, she decided to speak.

"I missed you, Firemane."

"Heh!" Jon laughed shortly and nodded, "I missed you too."

"You're staying, right? You'll never leave me ever again."

"I won't leave you."

"Promise me."

"I promise you that I won't leave you behind."

"In this life and the other." Alina emphasized.

"You are asking me to accept your demise once mine comes?" Jon seemed to be resisting Alina's suggestion.

"We will never part, that's a decision I made that you must accept. Do you have any idea what two years can do to a wife?"

"…"

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to see idiots coming from all Skyrim gloating that you have perished and I am a ripe fruit for the taking? If not for your sword flying around and taking their heads off their shoulders, I would have raised an army and erased their clans. Oblivion! I would have gone to Solitude myself and slew that High King if Ulfric hadn't done it yet."

Alina's eyes lit with red anger as she held Jon from the neck and the blue sky behind her darkened.

"Do you have any idea how I… how I…"

Seeing her becoming emotional, Jon felt a big void being carved into his heart and a terrible pain all over his chest.

"I know how I feel." Jon said as he held her arm and forced it behind her back, "I feel terrible for making you feel terrible. I would sacrifice anything to take that pain from you. Anything! But your life… your life is not a thing you throw away."

Jon overpowered her rage with his might and pinned her down. As the world quietened after their confrontation, Jon let himself collapse between her arms.

"Jon."

"Hm?"

"I just… I don't want it without you."

"I know. I wouldn't take it any other way either."

"What should we do then?"

Jon wasn't sure how to answer that but he went off her and laid on his back looking at the sky.

"Let's have children."

Alina was making a sad face just a second ago but when she heard that, her face turned solemn all of a sudden.

"Children?"

"Yes."

"Us?"

"Yep."

"How many?"

"That depends on you."

"I'm alright… how about a thousand?"

"Wo… Woman! There's a family planning in this world, right?"

"Don't know what that is." Alina jumped up all of a sudden and rode on Jon.

"Are you sure about children?" She asked with a wide smile.

"I'm suddenly getting cold feet."

"No you are not, Firemane. You are hard and ready to go. Maybe we should call the work off today."

"Hehe! I already did."

And they fucked. The end.