Ian wakes up in that cramped room again, phone in hand, bored out of his skull, lockdown bullshit outside, and the house full of women who act like they own his balls. Mom glides around like a queen in yoga pants that should honestly be illegal, pretending everything is “normal”, while the sisters treat him like a chew toy: mocking his morning wood, “accidentally” walking in on him, throwing his dirty boxers at his face, laughing when he blushes. At first it’s the usual routine, him jerking off quietly with one earbud in, Pornhub on low brightness, trying not to make the bed squeak while the whole place is just heavy with frustration he can’t do anything about. Then that stupid news report flashes on the TV, the one that changes the mood of the house from “haha, you loser” to “oh, we can really do this now” in about two seconds. You can almost feel the air getting sticky after that, like the walls are listening.

The fun part is how fast everyone drops the fake innocence. Mom starts leaning over the table more, her tits basically falling out while she “asks” him to help around the house. She knows he is staring at her ass when she bends, you can see that tiny smirk on her lips when she pretends not to. One sister starts using his room as her private dressing cabin, standing there in panties that barely count as clothing, talking to him about useless TikTok drama while she’s pulling on tight jeans that can barely contain her ass, and sometimes she “forgets” to close the zipper. Another one just goes straight for his ego, calling him her “little pet,” sitting on his lap, grinding casually like it’s nothing, then shoving him away and laughing when he’s hard and desperate. The game lets you decide if Ian finally bites back or just sinks deeper. You can make him talk back, pin them down, grab their throats lightly while they roll their eyes and moan anyway, or you keep him as the humiliated toy that wipes their cum off the floor and thanks them for letting him taste it. It’s not soft at all when they decide to break him either, they bully him about his size, make him cum in his own underwear, force him to stay like that while they keep teasing. Sometimes the “jokes” go too far and the game just shrugs and keeps going, which honestly fits.

What really got me was how the house turns into this messy sandbox of power games. One evening you have Mom on the couch, drunk on wine, kind of needy, pulling his hand under her shirt and telling him he’s “such a good boy,” and you can go from that gentle milf worship to making her kneel on the floor and open her mouth because you’re tired of her acting like she’s in charge. The next day his sister corners him in the bathroom, locks the door, sits on the sink with her legs open and says “lick or I scream,” and if you play it submissive she’ll ride his face until he can’t breathe and snap a selfie with mascara running, using him like a sex toy. Or you flip it and make him grab her hips, eat her out just enough and then refuse to let her cum, walking away while she’s shaking and pissed. There’s a nasty humor running through the whole thing, little lines where they mock each other, highlight how fucked up the situation is, then just double down on it. One moment you’re laughing at a stupid meme reference during a blowjob, next moment you’re making the whole family kneel in front of the TV like some twisted worship scene, or you’re the one on your knees, jerking off while they compare his dick to guys on OnlyFans and rate him like a product. It’s all cramped rooms, soft couches, phone screens lighting up sweaty skin, masturbation in the shower while someone knocks on the door asking what’s taking so long. It feels like being locked in a porn fantasy that forgot where the line was supposed to be, and no one in that house is actually looking for it anyway.

The curvy Princess Peach found herself ensnared by a vile monster whose long tentacles writhed hungrily. Her clothes shredded, revealing every inch of her willing, vulnerable body to the alien hands. The slick tentacles burrowed inside her, splitting her pink passage as they thrust relentlessly. Press 'Next' and witness the depraved act of the tentacles fucking her tight asshole and wet pussy in perfect, cruel unison. Unable to resist, Peach gags on the tentacle shoved deep down her throat, the monster’s grip absolute and unrelenting. Her pristine openings bulge as the tentacles erupt inside her, flooding her with warm cum, making her moan uncontrollably. This parody of innocence turns filthy fast, with Princess Peach drenched in slime and trembling from the relentless assault. Her supple skin glistens with sweat and slime, every touch sending shivers through her as she submits. Keep clicking ‘Next’ and lose yourself in this dark fantasy where Princess Peach becomes the ultimate captive of the tentacle beast. Feel the twisted energy of this Nintendo-inspired tentacle horror, where Princess Peach’s innocence is shattered beneath layers of dripping slime and hot, pulsing flesh.

You find yourself inside Madame Tessa’s imposing mansion. This is no ordinary place, where young boys and eager nymphs are molded into obedient marionettes. Your initiation begins with menial chores - scrubbing floors until your hands ache, scavenging for scraps, and washing endless piles of dirty dishes.

Every command you follow tightens the invisible leash around your neck. Use your mouse and controls to navigate this world of submission and desire. Madame Tessa’s demands aren’t just chores - they’re tests of your devotion and endurance.

When she finally turns her attention to you, it’s a brutal kind of affection. Her hands roam over your aching balls, squeezing and playing like a cruel goddess. And then comes the moment you’ve been working for - the chance to fuck Mistress Tessa herself.

Pleasure and pain blur together in this palace of lust and control. But nothing comes without sacrifice - you must complete every task, obey every order, and earn your place at her mercy.

Are you ready to be broken and rebuilt by Mistress Tessa’s relentless desires?. Begin now, and let the games of domination and unbridled passion consume you.

Welcome to your new reality - obedience rewarded with wicked ecstasy.

Princess Auriane is a mess, in the best possible way. She’s crowned, horny, and way too curious about what happens when you mix royal duty with raw, fucked-up power games. The game throws you right into her new rule, and the kingdom is basically an excuse for people to scheme, seduce, and break each other in very pretty, very dirty ways. One moment you’re sitting in a council scene, pretending to care about taxes and border fights, and five clicks later you’re watching an elf noble on his knees, tongue out, while Auriane holds his hair and decides if he gets mercy or just more humiliation. The swing between “noble fantasy politics” and “I’m going to use your mouth until you can’t talk” is wild, and honestly that’s what kept me clicking. It feels like someone asked “what if Crusader Kings had less spreadsheets and more deepthroat” and then kind of committed.

What I like a lot is that you’re not just a puppet queen getting tossed around. Sometimes you are the one doing the corruption, pushing a “pure” elf girl to lick your boots, or letting some scary priestess collar you and teach you what obedience really means. Dominant Auriane is hot, cruel in that smug elven way, like she knows everyone wants her and she’s tired of pretending to be nice. But submit Auriane a bit and the story turns nasty in a different flavor, with her being forced to smile in court after being used like a toy in the temple, cum still metaphorically dripping off her pride. The game doesn’t pull away when it gets heavy. When a scene promises “she’ll pay for this insult”, yeah, someone ends up gagging on cock or grinding on a thigh until she cries, not just getting a slap on the wrist. Oral stuff shows up a lot, by the way. People talk about oaths, loyalty, sacred rituals, then five text boxes later, that “ritual” is two elves on their knees, mouths full, trying to outdo each other for a pat on the head or a chance at power. It feels very on brand for a sleazy fantasy court: everyone pretending this is about honor while literally choking on it.

There’s this whole management layer that is honestly more fun than I expected for a porn game. You’re not juggling a big spreadsheet or anything, but choices in how you treat factions slowly twist the tone of the whole kingdom. Feed the harsher side and your realm starts feeling like a fetish state, full of collars, public punishment and nobles who smile way too much when someone gets dragged to the dungeon. Encourage indulgence and you get this decadent vibe where “court entertainment” basically means watching who gets fucked in front of whom. You notice characters changing, too. A shy attendant you keep around can slide from nervous little assistant into ruthless bitch if you let her taste power, and yeah, that also shows in bed scenes where suddenly she’s the one sitting on someone’s face, using them like furniture. The corruption arcs feel personal, like the story is poking you: “You did this. You made her like that.” Even when scenes repeat, the context shifts, so the same kind of blowjob or forced kneel feels different when it’s part of a bigger fall from grace. It’s not perfect, some transitions are clunky and sometimes the pacing just drops like the writer went to grab coffee mid-event, but when it hits, it really scratches that mix of strategy brain and degenerate brain. I kept telling myself “just one more choice, I want to see how bad this path gets” and then Auriane is in the throne room, smiling calmly while someone licks her feet in front of the court, and you realize the kingdom is basically a mirror of your worst tastes.