Boldir 3

Out of the city and back on the road, Boldir has acquired another female companion, Lydiann the wizard, but she has little interest in him. Sher prefers the company and beds of women, which makes it easy for her to seduce Sulie, the half-troll, into an erotic romp. Boldir has a mission to save Lydiann's sister, his former lover, but the group can't seem to avoid trouble with other monsters, both in and out of the bedroom.
This is a 10, 000 word erotic novella that contains explicit sex and sexual descriptions in a harem environment. It focuses on explicit sex, sex between different fantasy creatures, group sex, lesbian sex, gay sex, depicts complicated sexual relationships, and other sexually explicit themes and language that not all members of the public will enjoy. It contains descriptions of violent acts committed against monsters of all sorts.
All characters are 18 or older. Excerpt:The village was nothing more than a way station for travelers."Stay the night or keep traveling?" asked Mirellis."I have no more coin for a room, " said Boldir. Before Sulie or Lydiann could join the conversation, the bard countered, "I can sing for money."That suited the group. The problems started the moment they walked under the entrance sign to the Nice Axe Inn."We don't serve your kind here!" the owner growled from behind the bar.
She was glaring at Sulie. Mirellis looked around and noted there was exactly one other patron in the common room. Lydiann was disgusted at the smell and general lack of cleanliness of the tavern. Boldir didn't like the distinct lack of available women-or men-at the business."Whadaya mean you don't serve my kind, " Sulie growled at the owner who shrank down behind the bar as Sulie advanced on her. The green-skinned woman was easily three times the size of the rotund human."Trolls are not welcome, " she said without much conviction."I'm not a troll.""Half-troll, " the owner amended."Ain't half-troll either." Sulie's companions exchanged glances but remained silent.
"Half-orc." She rested her hands-hands the size of dinner plates-on the bar."Y-y-you're the biggest half-orc I've ever seen.""My father suffered from giantism. Gimme an ale."