TWO HEADS TWO SPIKES (The Pearl of Wisdom Saga) by Jason Paul Rice

father,” continued General George Rigby. The General had served in the Goldenfield army for thirty-two years. He was forty-six and scars of battle were visible. The General, a gargantuan man, had many battle wounds. His two missing fingers and knife scars across the back of his neck were constant reminders of having been a prisoner in Livingstone for three years. Rigby’s shaggy, gray hair and short beard matched each other. His gray eyes and several missing teeth completed the haggard look.
    The Princess took a seat inside the makeshift mobile office.
    “I have received several reports from different sources about your father’s behavior.” General Rigby squirmed as he uttered the words.
    Leimur tried to make it easier for him, “I am not a stupid little girl, General. You have seen me kill men all over the battlefield and I have even tortured them in gruesome ways, so do not be shy.”
    She spoke in a deep bass voice that proved useful when she had to shout orders over the chaos on the battlefield. Conversely, she rarely raised her voice in meetings.
    The General fingered his moustache and stated, “Unfortunately, it seems your father is going a bit mad. I am told he is uselessly drunk at all times and he is bringing whores into the bed of his holy union.”
    Leimur hated her mother even more than her father, but even she didn’t deserve that humiliation. “That’s not mad, just disrespectful really,” Leimur responded.
    “I was not quite finished, my Princess. It also seems as though he thinks he holds a connection to the Gods. He takes on a different moniker for all seven days of the week.” The General now sat down. “It also appears that he feels that mortals are here on earth for him to feast on. Not only is he taking on whores, but the wives of his council members and family. He is also sacrificing a virgin girl every day in the palace bailey in a mark of respect to the Gods.”
    The Princess looked down and shook her head, “Does the public know?”
    “All of my resources trust very little is known right now, but that shouldn’t last for long. One of these husbands is going to talk to someone at some point,” the General slowly added.
    “Or kill someone? Send me to all seven hells. How can my mother put up with this?” the Princess wondered.
    “Damn, I was hoping you wouldn’t ask. I have been told that the Queen has - I am sorry - your birth mother has…” the General corrected himself as he remembered the Princess despised people calling her mother the Queen. “She has become very fond of wine, ale and spirits, I am afraid. They say she wakes to six cups of morning water spiked with heavy spirits and progresses to drink it straight as the day moves on. She is believed to sleep sometimes for a full day at a time. She only wakes to vomit or relieve herself.”
    A disgusted look came over the Princess’s face as the conversation angered her the more it went on. She said sternly, “Our realm sits in peril, ripe for sack by outsiders or the general public, and we are stuck dealing with this nonsense.”

THE PRICE TO PAY
 
RUSSELL
    He abhorred doing this. Ali-Pari Wamhoff pulled his pants down and welcomed his penis into her mouth. After several minutes of heavy licking and sucking Russell Seabrook was ready to go. The stark naked Ali-Pari slowly stood up and leaned over the bed. Russell knew he had to carry out this burden. The young man settled in behind her. He closed his eyes and envisioned Ali-Gare, the fairest maid in the land, as he inserted himself inside Ali-Pari Wamhoff.
    “Ooohh,” she moaned in her deep voice. He started slowly until Ali-Pari reached back and pinched his thigh, saying, “Pound me young man.”
    I guess this is the price I pay for being knighted at sixteen.
    Russell’s eyes remained closed as the sensual slapping of skin got increasingly louder.
    Sir Russell Seabrook was a bewildered young man of seventeen. He always thought he had greatness within, but