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    Second Slavery and Other Stories from the World of Dracul Morsus
    Second Slavery and Other Stories from the World of Dracul Morsus
    Second Slavery and Other Stories from the World of Dracul Morsus
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    Second Slavery and Other Stories from the World of Dracul Morsus

    By Stephanie Barr

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    Dracul Morsus was born a magic user of incredible power, but he's forsaken the world of men.

    Xana was a slave.

    Fylyx and Xylyx, well, defy description.

    What brings them all together?

    What indeed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStephanie Barr
    Release dateJun 8, 2018
    ISBN9780463553367
    Second Slavery and Other Stories from the World of Dracul Morsus
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      Second Slavery and Other Stories from the World of Dracul Morsus - Stephanie Barr

      Second Slavery

      and Other Stories From the World of Dracul Morsus

      by Stephanie Barr

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2018 Stephanie Barr

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      Dedicated to Stephanie, Roxy and Alex, always.

      To Chuck, Lee, Mirren and many other beta readers, proof that good beta readers are worth their weight in gold but I'm too scatterbrained to keep track of who read each story.

      Second Slavery was first published in the 2017 charity anthology, Iron Doves.

      Cover Art by Stephanie Barr

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Table of Contents

      Puppy Love

      Higher Calling

      Second Slavery

      Displaced

      About the Author

      Preview of The Taming of Dracul Morsus

      Puppy Love

      "So, this is where you've been, Xylyx, Fylyx said from the doorway to the room that held the well of souls. He stamped his feet to rid himself of caked filth on his clawed feet. You were supposed to be helping me muck out the ogre's pens. Damn it, man, your error is why we were both tasked with it. And now I found you here, playing in the master's well?"

      Xylyx made a rude gesture and gave a little baa. Bite me, birdboy. Flay me alive if you aren't always squawking about something. Kissing up to Mulvar's ass with your stupid beak.

      You look like a goat, but you're really a horse's ass, Fylyx retorted, smoothing down his ruffled feathers and eyeing Xylyx shrewdly with his hawk eyes. We haven't even finished the punishment for your last prank and here you are, dipping into his well as if he doesn't know every time you use his name. You won't rope me into this one. You can do the next nightmare task alone.

      Chicken-heart!

      Fylyx dropped his spear and punched Xylyx sufficiently hard to smack him into the wall behind him.

      Xylyx rose, his head askew, and carefully thumped it on the wall again to knock it back into joint. Fylyx, you bastard, that's the third time you've broken my neck this year.

      And still you do not learn, Fylyx retorted, snatching up his spear. He strode for the door, before pausing to say, Remember last time you messed with the well, you pulled out Xenet? How many months was it before you unpetrified? And Xenet caught the master, too, in her gaze. It took him more than a month to move at all. And I was the one flayed alive for that.

      She's beautiful, you know, Xylyx said, distracted.

      "Well, I'm not going to find out myself if I can help it. Fortunately, she's a very reasonable individual, as gorgons go, and didn't mind providing another deterrent for anyone seeking the master—though why they'd want to... But the bottom line is the master was pissed, and I was punished for your mischief."

      He did drop me in the river of death, but it didn't really bother me until the paralysis wore off.

      Well, you're lucky you haven't done any harm this time. Come away before it happens again.

      Xylyx rolled his eyes. Fine! He began retrieving the line that fell into the nasty maw of the well. The room was littered with pools of blood and the corpses of misshapen beasties, bones and smears of gore. And the smell! Fylyx might be a demon but it was always too macabre for his tastes, some place out of a nightmare, which, when one lives in Netherworld, is a high bar.

      Hurry up, Fylyx said. This place gives me the creeps.

      Some all-powerful demon you are, Xylyx scoffed. Gimme a hand with this line, then.

      Well, why is it taking you so long? Fylyx said, setting down his spear and yanking on the line behind Xylyx. You'll be all day about it—what's this? Fylyx was an efficient individual and had drastically increased the speed at which the line was being pulled, but it came to an abrupt halt. He tugged again a little harder and was rewarded with a yelp but no more line. Xylyx, I think it's caught on something.

      Xylyx stuck his head over the side of the well, then leaned so deeply in he might have tumbled in if Fylyx hadn't caught his cloven feet. Damn your eyes, Xylyx, Fylyx gasped, pulling back on his suddenly far-heavier fellow demon.

      Xylyx responded by gyrating wildly and bleating frantically, nearly bucking out of Fylyx' hands. Fylyx was sorely tempted to let go of his irksome cohort and walk away, but past experiences argued Mulvar would likely send Fylyx down into the hell hole to retrieve Xylyx, which did not appeal.

      Instead, Fylyx braced a clawed foot against the well's edge and heaved with all his considerable strength, bringing Xylyx out of the hole with a rush as he fell backward, Xylyx in his arms.

      Xylyx had what appeared to be a black dog, teeth deeply embedded on top of Xylyx' snout. The beast's other two heads, one on either side, were snarling and yipping though the heads looked more bovine than canine despite their sharp teeth. As it barked, spittle—in this case, droplets of molten rock—spewed about indiscriminately. Several drops sizzled on Xylyx' bare skin and on Fylyx, trapped beneath the pair.

      Fylyx tried to push them off by getting his hands and feet under them, but the creature gnawing on Xylyx was as heavy as the rock he was spitting everywhere and Fylyx couldn't get leverage. Exasperated, Fylyx pecked the little monster on the cranium. The monster let go and began whimpering and crying with three mouths.

      Xylyx shoved it off, then rolled off Fylyx. He moaned. A number of severe burns and gouges in his furry snout began to heal with little hissing sounds. That little bastard, Xylyx complained. Those teeth are sharp. It will take forever for my fur to grow back properly. Will you look at this?

      Never mind your face. It's always been ugly. What are we going to do with that? Fylyx complained, jerking his bird head at that still-crying, er, puppy.

      Xylyx, who had gained his feet, crouched down next to it. Stop crying, you silly thing. You hurt me a lot more than Fylyx hurt you.

      Just toss it back in the well, Fylyx said, regarding his broken spear with disgust.

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