You start as this pretty elf who looks like they should be in some noble court drama, but five minutes in you’re on your knees for a horned bastard twice your size and suddenly the “high fantasy” vibe kind of changes flavor. The game leans hard into that contrast: shiny forests, temples, old ruins, then some orc drags you behind a broken wall and uses you like he’s trying to break a training dummy. And it actually fits. The world feels like one long road where every race is horny, pissed off, or both. One moment you’re talking to a dwarf merchant about some ancient artifact, the next he’s slamming you face-first into a pile of furs, beard scratching your thighs while he fucks you like you owe him rent. It has that feeling of a porn comic that just forgot to be subtle and decided every “hello” has a 60% chance of turning into a group scene.

The interesting part is how the game keeps pretending you have control. Dialog choices feel like: “Flirt politely”, “Openly beg for it”, “Tell them to fuck off”, and all three can still end with you pinned under someone’s huge cock, just with different dirty talk on the way there. I had one scene with a draenei paladin where I tried to play proud and cold, refused his help in a fight, and lost. Woke up tied to his camp stake, his cock already hard and pressed against my ass while he told me that arrogant elves need discipline. Tried to resist again in the dialog, he just laughed and went in rough, stretching me out slow, like he wanted me to feel exactly how big he was. Zero mercy, but it never felt random. The game remembers if you acted bratty ten scenes before, and some characters treat you like a toy who needs to learn. Others like a prize that must be worshiped with tongue first, then ruined. I had a demon talk to me all gentle while swallowing me almost whole on his lap, like he was doing me a favor by rearranging my guts.

What sticks is how scenes keep escalating. You think “ok, that was the big one”, then later you get tossed into some ruined chapel with an orc, a human knight, and a horned beast waiting, and nobody is arguing who gets the first hole, they just grab you and start sharing. They pull you open like you’re made for it, one forcing your jaw wide, another shoving into your ass so hard you feel your whole body jerk, and some third bastard just uses your hand as if he owns it. It gets filthy quick, spit, sweat, cum on your face, your tits bouncing while your back arches against cold stone. And stupid detail, but the dirty talk sometimes hits way too close: being called “little elf flesh” by a snarling orc while his cock is already halfway in you is both humiliating and hot. I hate that the interface has those tiny buttons in the corner that feel like they were made for ants, but then I forget it when a minotaur presses you on your stomach, pushes your legs apart like they’re nothing, and you watch the screen fill with him stretching you to the limit, your body giving up and taking it. It’s not a polite game. It’s a “you will get used and maybe you’ll start liking it” game, and it leans into that with a grin.

The game starts like one of those shitty nights where everything goes wrong and you think “ok, fuck it, lock me up already”, and then suddenly this stranger appears, throws money and influence around, and you’re not a free man, you’re basically a very pretty pet. The whole vibe shifts from generic prison panic into this slow, sticky slide into a dark fantasy world where nothing feels safe but everything feels hot. You end up pulled into this tight little nest of vampires who treat you like a mix of toy, snack and half-accidental roommate. They’re not sparkly, thank god. They’re moody, half feral, weirdly elegant, and also absolutely down to wrap your cock in warm mouth while asking creepy personal questions. It’s like if an AA meeting and Pornhub had a goth child.

What I really liked is how the game lets the lewd stuff sit inside the story instead of just going “ok, now blowjob time”. One of the early scenes has this vampire woman leaning way too close, asking why you didn’t fight harder when they almost jailed you, and while she’s psychoanalyzing your self worth she just drags her fangs along your throat and then lazily drops to her knees. There’s no fade out. You see her hands on your belt, you feel how slow she is, how she keeps eye contact while her lips slide over the tip. She’s not just a sex NPC, she feels like someone who would absolutely ruin you emotionally and then jerk you off while you cry about it. And she has this ridiculous ass that the camera loves to frame when she bends over some old dusty book. I swear, half the time I forgot what curse we were talking about because my brain was just “vampire milf. big tits. focus, idiot”.

There’s also this elf girl who clearly doesn’t fully belong in the vampire crew. She looks like she should be in some bright forest game, but here she is in this ugly stone manor, bare feet on cold floor, silver hair all messed up, asking you if human cum tastes different depending on mood in this super serious tone. Her scenes are the ones that hit the “weird fiction” note hardest. One moment she’s tracing old ritual symbols on your chest with a calm face, next moment she’s using the same fingers to stroke your cock like it’s just another experiment. The first time she gives you a handjob she keeps asking if your heartbeat matches the rhythm of the spell, and when you’re about to finish she just tilts her head and opens her mouth, like catching your load is part of the measurement. It’s clinical and filthy at the same time. Also her boobs are way too big for the shirt she’s stuck in, and the fabric does that thing where the nipples poke through when the scene gets more intense. The game knows exactly what it’s doing there. I wish the UI didn’t occasionally cover half her ass when she sits on the table though, that annoyed me way more than it should and then I forgot to be annoyed because she was licking your cum off her fingers like icing.

The best part for me is how the sex never feels totally safe. Even a simple blowjob has that tension that she might just decide to bite down if you say the wrong thing, and the dialogue plays with that. One vampire girl will deepthroat you, gagging around your shaft, and casually ask which one of them you’d let drain you dry, like it’s a fun little quiz. Another will press her huge breasts around you, soft and warm, and talk softly about how easy it would be to keep you here forever, just fucking and feeding, no sunlight, no freedom. There’s a scene where you wake up with a monster girl perched on your lap, her thighs tight, skin cold, grinding on your cock while you’re still half asleep, and you can’t tell if she’s riding you because she wants pleasure, blood, or both. The game never really answers. It just lets you cum inside her and watch her shiver with this strange, hungry little smile. The whole thing feels messy, horny, a bit fucked up, like a bad decision that you keep saying yes to.

Darci hits like a wet dream that crawled out of your teenage goth phase and learned how to fuck reality. Big tiddy, crow-winged, pointy-eared trouble walking through this moody Avalonian city where every alley feels like it smells of cold rain and dirty sex. She is this tall, black-lipsticked futa elf with thighs like religion and a cock that looks like it has its own backstory. Sometimes she just stands in the mirror of her crappy rented room, eye bags dark as ink, feathers twitching, and you feel how much she hates and loves her own body at the same time. The game lets you sit inside that body, inside her head, while she tries to pretend she is just another freak in a society full of polished liars and quiet monsters.

The first time you walk into the GothHouse, the place feels less like “home” and more like someone mashed a sex dungeon with a student dorm and forgot to clean up the energy. Those girls are not just NPCs, more like walking fetishes with their own scars. There is that pale vampire-esque girl in the corner, huge tits squeezed in a corset that looks one breath away from breaking, who pretends not to stare at Darci’s bulge. Later, when you actually choose to follow her to the shared shower, the way the scene goes from awkward small talk to her on her knees, lipstick smeared on Darci’s shaft, water hissing over skin, feels messy in a good way. It is not some clinical porn flow. She gags once, laughs, then keeps going, and Darci’s crow instincts flare up, claws digging into tile, eyes glowing that sick underworld purple. The sex can switch from slow, clingy lesbian grinding to full-on “pin her against the wall and fuck her brains out” when Darci stops being scared of her own power and actually uses it. The game is at its best when it lets you drag that line between tenderness and corruption with one more thrust.

Funny thing, the story pretends to be about “finding her place in society”, but half the time you are just seeing how far you can push these girls before something breaks. There is that elf priestess type who looks holy until you get her alone behind the shrine and make her moan so loud it feels like prayer turned inside out. Darci buries her cock in her while feathers shed to the ground like black snow, and for a moment the underworld power pulses through both of them, giving you this tiny illusion of romance that the next scene absolutely ignores. Some conversations drag on too long, like the game is trying to be all deep and moody while you are just waiting to see if the big ass demon girl in the kitchen will finally bend over the table. She does, eventually, and the vision of Darci grabbing those wide hips, tits swinging, driving in hard while the demon girl laughs and claws at the wood, that wipes away most complaints. Not all, because yeah, sometimes the pacing stumbles and the “universe notes” feel like reading someone’s tumblr lore between jerk-off sessions. But then there is that quiet night where Darci, exhausted, curls around another goth girl in bed, both naked, soft boobs pressed together, dick resting lazy between warm thighs instead of pounding. It is almost sweet. Almost. Then she wakes up, remembers she is a half-crow freak with hellfire between her legs, and you go hunting again.