Demi Loving Care

By Salamando

In the World of Civero, Demihumans live as second class citizens and servants to humanity, and intimate relationships between the two are quite taboo. And yet, whether for comfort, a thrill, or just an extra bit of service, some opportunities for pleasure cannot be ignored! These three stories focus on light, playful dominance, leading to a bit of personal discovery between unexpected partners.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Salamando
• Release date: Jan 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311261441

Salamando

Salamando is an eccentric writer of female domination/male submissive stories with a specific focus on women using psychic, magic, or superhuman physical powers to sexually play with or dominate men. He has always found it frustrating that such stories are virtually impossible to find anywhere, and thus decided to help pioneer the trend himself!

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WORLD OF CIVERO:

DEMI LOVING CARE

Published by Salamando at Smashwords

Copyright 2016 Salamando

Discover other tales of Supernatural Sensual Femdom by Salamando at:

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You can also find more fun stories, notes, musing, and image captions on my blog at:

http://sexmagesandotherstrangeness.blogspot.com/

This book contains mature sexual subject matter, and should not be read by minors. All characters in the book are 18 or older.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Sami

Sheila

Tyrga

SAMI

ONE

Sami tried to navigate out of the way of the oncoming cluster of students, but with the stack of books she had, she couldn’t maneuver quick enough without spilling them. The cluster of students didn’t seem to care about this, and the tall, strapping young man almost directly in front of her didn’t bother getting out of the way. He glanced at her and barely hid a sneer as he purposefully angled his elbow to hit Sami’s shoulder, causing her to jerk back. Her books tumbled to the ground and she tripped over one, landing with a grunt on her hands and knees.

Sami sighed as she heard the young man let out a short guffaw, and his two buddies snickered as well. Two of the three girls with them giggled along, while one frowned, but didn’t say anything in Sami’s defense. Of course, she wouldn’t. Sami was a Demihuman. In their eyes, the mere fact that Sami was on a college campus and wasn’t either pulling weeds or pushing a mop was an affront to their sensibilities. Even here in the supposedly open minded nation of Argonia, Sami was a sub-human as far as most people, and even the law itself, were concerned.

Sami started assembling her stack of books, her long reddish-blond hair and long rabbit-like ears falling over her shoulders, forming a curtain around her face. She didn’t need to see the other students, and faculty, watching her. It’s not like any of them were going to—

You need some help?

Sami almost jumped at the voice, and looked up to see a white-haired young man with icy blue eyes looking down at her. He gave her a soft smile, and crouched down, helping pick up her things. Uh… thank you… said Sami, cautiously. She stood, hefting her mostly-complete stack, and waited for the boy set his part of the stack on top of hers. When he just kept them tucked under his arm, she gave him a perplexed look. Um…

Where are you headed? Can’t be too far, right? I’ll help you carry these, he said.

Sami blinked. Um, no, I got this, just set those on here, she said. She tapped her chin on the stack she was holding.

It’s no trouble, really, he said. In fact, I can take some of those, even.

Sami looked at him for several seconds, until he cleared his throat to try and break the uncomfortable silence. Finally she nodded and said, Just grab a couple, I can manage the rest, she said. The boy complied, adding to his stack. Thank you, she added hastily. She glanced around and noticed a few people giving them disdainful looks.

No problem, he said. Lead the way.

Sami did so, resuming her trek down the hall with as easier pace. She was content to take the trip in silence, but apparently, the young man was feeling chatty. Sami wasn’t used to this from a human.

So, uh, what’s your name? he said.

Sami, she said.

Sommy? Huh. Never heard that one before. I guess it’s a Zoaheim name, huh?

I guess, she said.

Are you from there? You don’t sound like you have an accent.

No. I was born in Argonia.

I see. So, where are we going with these?

Up a floor. History department.

I see. More silence, and Sami hoped it would stay that way. The last time a random human stranger had acted this chummy with her, it hadn’t gone well for either of them. Alas, the young man continued, So, you’re a Lopfollo, right?

Sami sighed inwardly. Yes. Obviously. She twitched her lopped rabbit-like ears for emphasis.

Don’t you guys have little horns on your heads?

That’s only the males, and only ones of a certain bloodline.

Oh. Well, anyway, it’s pretty rare seeing any kind of Demihuman at a college. Are you actually, like, studying here?

No, I work for the history department.

Still, even just working here. That’s pretty cool. He cleared his throat. Um, sorry, if I’m prying, I’m just curious, but… are you like, owned or…

Sami scowled. No, I have a visa to live and work here. They reached the stairs, and Sami started up them at a faster than necessary pace, her long legs skipping to every third step. The young man kept pace with her, however, bounding up just as easy.

I’m sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you. Or asking anything insensitive. Sami glanced at him, and noticed he seemed to be almost blushing a bit. She stopped suddenly, which startled him.

Why do you want to know? she said.

Um… well… see, I… the young man cleared his throat nervously. I was wondering if you were, uh, free to hang out… sometime… maybe get a coffee or something?

Sami cocked her head to the side, which made him blush a bit more. Are you asking me out on a date?

I guess so? he said.

Sami sighed outwardly this time, turned, and started walking again. Don’t.

The young man scowled. Hey, come on. I just… he struggled for the right words. Look, I’m sorry. If you’re not interested in humans, I understand. I just, uh, well, I’ve noticed you a few times around campus and… um… I think you’re kinda cute.

Sami scowled again. Let me guess. You’re doing some kind of fraternity initiation. You have to bed a Demihuman by week’s end.

What? No! he said. What gave you that idea?

The last college boy who asked me out, she said. He even offered to pay me.

Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. But no, it’s nothing like that.

Sami glanced back at him, and he really did look regretful. She considered saying something friendlier, but by then, they had reached the offices of the history department. She stepped into the door, giving a nod to the receptionist, who gave a curt nod back. She ignored the stares from the newer students awaiting their meeting with a teacher or the department head. Some of them had probably never seen a Demihuman before.

The boy followed her as she went into the set of hallways lined with small rooms for the teachers. Going down to the end of the hall, she went through the only open door. A tall, dark haired woman currently on the phone greeted her with a smile and motioned towards a cluttered desk. Sami set her books down, took the remaining ones from the young man’s arms, and stacked those on top. She then waited for the teacher, Mrs. Celmen, to finish her call. Mrs. Celmen glanced at the young man, then gave Sami an inquisitive look. Sami shrugged and turned to him.

You can leave now, she said.

Um, well, about that coffee? he said. Mrs. Celmen’s eyebrows raised, and gave Sami an even more intrigued look. Sami just gave her a helpless one back. Mrs. Celmen held up a finger, indicating the two should wait a moment. Quickly, she ended her call, then gave the boy a wide smile.

And who are you, young man?

Robert Talon, he said. Sorry, I don’t have any classes with you, I was just helping Sami here.

So I see. What’s this about a coffee?

He’s hitting on me, said Sami, giving him a dismissive wave.

"Really? said Mrs. Celmen. She grinned again. I’m jealous, to be hit on