The Son Of Ragnar

Skarde had aged quite gracefully and adjusted to his life without his eyes quite magnificently.

He could guide himself around without any aid now and with him handling the political affairs. 

This allowed Ragnar to focus on other things but there was something that Skarde had begun to notice. 

The so-called council looked like they were puppets of one person and that was the woman that Skarde noticed trying to get a tad bit too close to him. 

Skarde was a man in the end and no woman would want to be with a man as heavily handicapped as him as he could not even enjoy the sight of breasts or ass anymore. 

But this was what the lady had exploited to get close to Skarde, his feeling of inadequacies as she made Skarde feel wanted by subtly complimenting and flirting with him over the past couple of years. 

Skarde was no fool, he knew what she was doing but he also enjoyed the attention he was getting from her. 

But she did not give in, she always teased and just when something was about to happen, she left him hanging. 

Thai conditioned Skarde into craving her more as he began to see her as something he could have, something that was hanging just by the tip of his tongue. 

"Skarde…" Skarde looked in the direction her voice echoed from, he missed his eyes because then he would know what the hell was going on. 

"What do you want?" Skarde asked; he sounded helpless and he hated it because he was a sitting duck to anyone that wanted his head as he understood that politics came with severe consequences if it was not played well. 

He knew he had to appease these people one way or another or it would prove to be detrimental in the long run. Skarde heard footsteps approaching him but it was only one. 

This meant she was alone but Skarde knew he could not drop his guard around her. 

He found it inappropriate that she would visit him in his chambers but this was not the first time. 

He failed to nip it in the bud the first few times she did so it eventually became a habit. 

She did not respond to his question but Skarde could hear the sound of clothes loosening and dropping to the ground but this only made him anxious. 

"Lady Anja, what are you doing here?" Skarde questioned but he felt her finger against his lips to shush him, it was moist. 

"You do not need to talk, let me take care of you…" Anja said; this was strange considering she had led him on for years so why was she suddenly giving in?

Skarde knew she did not have feelings for him neither was she smitten by his looks as a woman in such a position as her could lay with any man she desired so the fact that she chose Skarde, she wanted something.

She was bargaining sex for something but Skarde was game because it has been ages since he actually laid with a woman and this was an opportunity to lay with one of such status, Skarde was going to take this opportunity with both hands. 

He felt her soft hands gently push him on the bed, and Skarde did not resist whatsoever nor play hard to get. 

This was partly because Skarde was a submissive individual when it came to sex and the power dynamic made it even better.

Skarde rested on his back, he did not know what was going on but he felt his trouser drop to his ankles. 

Skarde took a deep breath and Anja was surprised that he was not getting hard. 

She had seen him hard numerous times when she teased him so why was he not excited for the main treat?

Skarde could not see so his lust was not based on physical attraction so what was it?

Did he like being teased? Of course, he did, Skarde was a masochist when it came to sex and did not like it when it followed the conventional sense but unfortunately, Anja did not know this. 

She stopped any attempt to further this because Skarde was clearly not interested in whatever she was doing and what followed was an awkward silence. 

Skarde sat up and pulled his pants up before staring at what he perceived to be Anja\'s position. 

He did not know what to say but thankfully, he did not need to say much because Porunn walked in at that very moment. 

She was one of the few people Skarde trusted enough to let into his private chambers as she took care of the cleaning and cooking. She took care of his hygienic needs only until a year back as Skarde had adjusted to his situation soon after. 

Porunn stood blankly, staring at Anja and looking at Skarde, she instinctively knew what was going on or was about to go down, involuntarily partaking in the awkward silence. 

She thought about excusing herself but Anja scurried out of the room as the door shut behind her. 

"Porunn, you could not have come at a better time. I think I need to stop Anja from entering my private chambers alone…" Skarde said; he knew it was time he set some firm boundaries with Anja because he knew the trust Ragnar had placed in him.

He was not about to lose it or trade it for some pussy.

"Alone? Then who was it that I just saw with her?" Porunn thought to herself as another girl of a similar build had accompanied Anja.

Anja had no intentions of engaging in any sexual activity with Skarde and it was so easy to fool a blind man but luckily, Skarde\'s kink had saved him from whatever Anja had in mind. 

Porunn did not disclose this information to Skarde, she thought it to be insignificant but she could not be more wrong. This would prove to be a very important moment in terms of discerning just what Anja\'s motives were.