Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

This one feels like somebody took a grimy school ghost story, poured lust and drugs on it, then rubbed it into your skin until it stayed there. You’re not just clicking horny scenes, you’re sliding around in this sticky occult mess where every choice feels like it leaves something on your fingers. The school setting looks all normal on the surface, but after a few scenes it stops feeling like a campus and more like a ritual circle with desks. Classrooms turn into altars, lockers are just props for public use, and the corridors get that mood where you almost smell sweat and cheap perfume through the screen. The Japanese vibe is strong in the way everyone pretends everything is normal while literally nobody is acting normal. One moment it’s just a quiet corridor, next thing three girls are on their knees, uniforms half open, and the guy is pushed back against the wall while they fight over his cock with their mouths, wet sounds louder than the voice lines. I really liked how a titfuck scene could suddenly slide into this messy bukkake finish across the face and hair, and then the game still keeps talking like this is some tragic occult investigation. It’s stupid in a way, but the contrast actually makes it hotter.

What hit me harder than expected was the way the occult stuff bleeds into the sex. Mind control here is not polite. You get that slow build where a girl still thinks she has a choice, then you see her pupils change, her voice gets softer, and she starts begging to be used in front of everybody. There is one group scene in a classroom with mixed bodies, futa girl included, where the protagonist is basically just a toy pinned between them, and it feels crowded in a good way. Too many hands, too much skin, someone’s cock sliding between tits while another one is pushing into a throat, and a third is already working the pussy from behind. You kind of lose track of whose fluids are where. Sometimes the NTR angle comes in hard and nasty, like watching a girl you actually liked get dragged into a drugged ritual, waking up tied, legs forced open, and her “boyfriend” can only watch from the door as she’s fucked, first vaginal, then anal, then made to lick herself clean while laughing. It’s rough, with real graphic violence in some routes, and not the cute BDSM kind. The mind control can cross the line into “ok I need a break” territory, then the game just throws a soft lesbian scene in the nurse office on top, with slow kissing, fingers inside, wet sounds close to your ear because the voices are right there. The problem is some routes feel like they jump from a gentle titjob under the desk to a brutal ritual scene with almost no breathing room, but I guess that fits the whole nightmare feeling. I liked the multiple endings thing more in theory than in practice, because I kept looping into bad endings where someone ends up broken or dead or both, but honestly, when the occult book opens and everyone starts losing their sanity, that’s when the sex hits the hardest anyway. The game doesn’t feel safe, and that’s exactly what my hands remembered after I closed the tab.

Quiet suburb, horny kid, too many secrets for one cul-de-sac. That is pretty much the whole vibe here, and it actually works way better than it should. You play Evan, this college freshman who comes back home and instantly gets trapped between all these older women with messy lives, horny neighbors, nosy wives, girls who pretend everything is “fine” while they are clearly two orgasms away from burning the house down. The game leans hard into that feeling when you sit at the kitchen table and pretend to read your phone while actually staring at the milf in shorts who bends too slow on purpose. It is less heroic fantasy and more “what if Pornhub tab number 7 suddenly got story and consequences.” You go around this nice little suburb and start noticing things: a blouse that “accidentally” opens too much when she talks to you, a shower you can totally hear through the wall, late night sounds in the next room that are definitely not someone watching Netflix. Then it turns into this quiet war of secrets where everyone is cheating on someone or at least thinking about it, and you are right in the middle with a hard-on and too much free time.

What I liked is how horny it is without pretending to be classy. When Evan gets caught staring at a woman’s legs, the game does not turn away, it lets the moment breathe. You get to be a creep, in that voyeur way where you peek through doors or watch from the window, but it feels… believable for a frustrated teen who suddenly finds himself surrounded by lonely wives and girlfriends who are not happy at home. There are scenes where a bored milf lets you get too close while her husband is in the next room, you can see her toes curling on the floor when you touch her, and the game really enjoys the small details like that. If you are into watching first, touching later, this hits. There are early bits where you only see her touching herself in secret, or she “helps” you with a quick handjob that is supposed to be “just once.” Then it escalates, and by the time she is on her knees taking you in her mouth and swallowing like she has been starving for it, you already know she will lie to herself the next morning. The actual sex is pretty raw: messy oral, sloppy spit, thick creampies where you stay inside too long, her squeezing your hips to keep you buried so deep that you feel almost guilty. Almost. Some scenes even play around with feet in a way that surprised me: not a fetish lecture, just her lazily working your cock with her soles while she smokes and looks bored, like she has done this a thousand times and you are just another bad idea. It is kind of hot and kind of depressing, and that contrast makes the whole thing feel more real, like Pornhub and a sad indie movie stuck in the same browser tab and refusing to close.

Finn is that guy in the office who pretends to care about firewalls while actually staring at cameras more than spreadsheets. Cyber security specialist, nice salary, boring job, except his whole workplace is basically one big horny playground because he rigged the system so he can watch his wife, Luna, from every angle. And yeah, the game knows exactly what it’s doing with that. You’re sitting there, in his chair, with a dozen screens glowing, and on half of them Luna is stretching in tight shorts, or showering with the door “accidentally” left half open, or chatting with some dude who smiles just a bit too wide. It’s a voyeur fantasy, but not the usual “secret creepy dude in the bushes” thing. This is your own wife, who actually loves you, smiles at the camera sometimes, then forgets it’s even there and shows way more than she probably should.

Luna is written like that sporty girl you see in Instagram reels: cute, bouncy, kind of too trusting, and always wearing something that clings where it shouldn’t. One moment she’s laughing on the couch in a tank top, sitting on your lap and stroking you lazily while she talks about her day, giving you a messy handjob that feels more like teasing than real relief. Next scene, she’s in the kitchen, licking some cream off her finger in a way that clearly isn’t just about the cream, and of course Finn has zoomed in, watching her tongue in HD while he palms himself. The 3D models do a lot of heavy lifting here; her tits compress realistically when she leans on the counter, her ass has that slight bounce when she walks away, and when you finally get her naked on the bed and slide between her legs, there’s this slow, wet, unhurried vaginal scene where the camera just sits right in the best angle and lets the rhythm speak. Sometimes that same bed is where you fuck her tits, with her trying to keep eye contact, cheeks flushed, your cock sliding between her boobs while she keeps licking at the tip when it pops up. It looks stupidly good and also slightly ridiculous, which somehow makes it hotter.

The game is weird because it pretends to be about “who is stealing money from the company” but half the clues are basically excuses to put Luna in more dangerous, horny situations. You go through logs, check cameras, see her in the gym flirting with a muscular guy who spots her a little too close, his hands “helping” on her hips, fingers pressing in, and you just know this can turn into groping if you push the story that way. Sometimes you do nothing and just watch, her tits bouncing while she does squats, sweat on her back, earbuds in. Other times you nudge things and suddenly there’s a scene in the locker room where the towel slips and she’s standing there completely nude, pretending to be shy but not actually reaching for it too fast. Exhibitionism sneaks in like that, little by little. There are moments where she’s out on the balcony in just a loose shirt, no panties, the city lights behind her, and you watch from the security feed while she fingers herself for you, or for whoever might be watching. Hard to tell, and that’s sort of the point.

It doesn’t stay soft for long either. There’s a whole side of the story that pushes into more rough territory when other men get involved, and it hits that messy space between swinging and full-on cheating. One evening you see Luna on a date she thinks is “just business drinks”, legs crossed in a short dress, and the guy’s hand slowly rides up her thigh under the table. She fakes a scolding look but doesn’t move his hand away. Later, in the car, he’s got her kneeling over his lap, giving him sloppy oral, drool running down her chin while you watch on your phone like a fucking addict, hating it and jerking off at the same time. In another branch, there’s a black coworker who takes the flirting way further, pinning her against the office window at night, one hand on her throat, the other dragging her panties aside and pushing into her from behind. The game lingers on that tight anal scene where she’s gasping, fingernails scratching the glass, torn between pain and pleasure. And you’re there, again, only as a watcher. Sometimes the camera cuts to Finn gritting his teeth and stroking himself while his wife gets filled by someone else, sometimes it doesn’t, which somehow feels worse.

There’s also more tender stuff, surprisingly. Quiet evenings where Luna is on top, riding slow, talking dirty in your ear, promising it’s only you while she grinds your cock inside her and you grab her ass. Then later that same night she’s drunk and giggly, stripping for some “private game” that accidentally is very public because she forgot one camera is always recording. Watching her give a friend a “silly” lap dance that turns into full lesbian grinding, hands under tops, mouths on nipples, then full-on pussy eating on the couch, that’s where the teasing turns into full voyeurism again. The sexual harassment bits aren’t played soft either: a boss brushing too close to her at work, a hand staying a little too long on her waist, then a full-on scene in his office if you let it happen, where she’s bent over the desk, skirt up, panties shoved aside, her trying to protest but moaning anyway. None of it feels safe, and that’s kind of the hook, even when the game pretends it’s about catching a thief. I keep meaning to complain about how Finn types on his keyboard. He just hammers the keys like he’s never seen a PC before and it drives me nuts every time. And then I forget because Luna is on-screen again, half naked, doing something she probably shouldn’t be doing for anyone but you. Or maybe she always was doing it for you and you just lost control of the story somewhere along the way.

Jake comes crawling back home with his life completely fucked, and the house basically looks at him like “oh, you thought you were done with us?” The place is out on the edge of nowhere, quiet in that wrong way, where the shadows feel like they’re paying attention. His “family” is there, but they’re not really how he remembers them. The milf who used to worry if he wore a scarf outside is suddenly dressing like she knows exactly how her tits bounce when she leans over his bed. The cute sister-type who used to steal his hoodies now “forgets” to wear pants in the hallway. Everybody’s acting normal and absolutely not normal at the same time. They smile too long. They touch him too casually. They say things that sound caring and then twist right at the end and feel like a threat. Or a promise. Hard to tell with a hard-on.

What makes it hit different is how the erotic stuff is tangled into the horror, not on top of it. One moment Jake is staring at a door that keeps closing itself, hearing breathing on the other side. The next he’s in the bathroom, and the milf is in there already, towel slipping, water dripping down those ridiculous heavy tits, and she just watches him watch her. No “oops, I didn’t hear you come in.” Just silent eye contact and the smallest smirk, like she’s waiting for him to break first. Then later you find out she’s hiding something way worse than a horny mood. A phone he didn’t know she had. Recordings she shouldn’t have. Angry texts from some unknown number that knows exactly where he sleeps and who he’s been touching. There’s blackmail threads crawling through the whole house, everybody has dirt on everybody, and the game likes to tease you with “ok, you can say no here” right when your cock is already screaming yes. And if you push into the more fucked up paths, the netorare and corruption bits hit pretty heavy. Watching the girl you’ve been quietly obsessing over get bent open by something not exactly human, eyes rolled back in full ahegao while you’re forced to watch or even help, is the kind of scene that stays in your head when you’re trying to scroll Twitter later and pretend you’re normal. Some of the supernatural stuff really leans into that: hands that look like yours touching her first, voices in her ear that sound like you telling her to open wider, a futanari “relative” that suddenly shows up in certain branches with a cock that absolutely ruins whoever she gets her hands on. There is one scene where you’re sneaking through the hall at night and catch the milf on all fours in front of a door that should be locked, getting railed by something you can barely see, and when she looks back, her face is half hers, half something else, drool and tears and total sex-drunk ahegao, and she still whispers your name instead of the monster’s. That shit is messed up and hot at the same time, which feels illegal but here we are.

What I kinda love and kinda hate is how petty some of the choices feel. You’re thinking “ok, I’m going to solve this paranormal mystery” and then the game hits you with “do you peek at her showering again or not?” and it actually matters. You ignore her once and later she is cold as ice, you peek too often and the whole vibe becomes exhibitionist on purpose, like she starts leaving doors open just to see how far she can break you. There are lesbian scenes that show up only if you screw up a relationship so badly that the girls stop giving themselves to you and start fucking each other instead, and it lands more like a punishment than a reward. Kind of hurts in that good ntr way, like the game is laughing in your face, telling you “yeah, you had your chance.” The blackmail routes get properly nasty: one of my favorite messed up bits was finding a hidden folder on a laptop, opening a video and realizing it’s your girl being fucked while she keeps saying she’s only doing this so “he doesn’t leak the stuff about you.” Not sure if it’s more horny or humiliating, but I clicked replay like five times anyway. And then some endings flip everything, turning you from scared loser to the actual corrupt thing lurking in the house, twisting the women, parading them half-naked in the living room while anyone or anything can watch. I kept telling myself “ok, that’s too far” while still picking the dirtiest choice every time. My only real complaint is stupid: sometimes a text box covers the exact part of the animation I’m staring at, and it pisses me off more than the ghost stuff. I adjust the window, I click ahead too fast, I miss a line, then I have to backscroll like an idiot. Still, when the game hits one of those perfect horror-sex combos, like hearing scratching on the walls while the milf rides you so hard her tits slap against her chest and the light flickers and something is definitely watching from the corner, all that annoyance just sort of melts into “ok, one more scene, then I stop.” Which is a lie, obviously.

Nathan and Jenny feel like that couple you follow on Instagram for the thirst traps and then stay for the drama. They’re already in an open relationship when the story starts, not some shy vanilla pair slowly “discovering” they like sex. Here it’s more like: “Yeah, we fuck other people, anyway how was your day?” You bounce between past and present, watching how they got into this whole netorase thing and how it messes with them now that they moved to Los Vivi, this fake Hollywood city where everyone wants to be famous or at least naked in 4K. Nathan is the filmmaker guy, chasing gigs and pretending to be cool with everything, and Jenny is this mix of sweetheart and sexual chaos, trying to make it as a star while also letting other people rearrange her guts on screen and off. Sometimes you read a scene as Nathan, thinking about camera angles and jealousy at the same time, and then suddenly you are in Jenny’s head as she’s wondering if she’s doing this for the money, for the fun, or because she secretly likes how her man watches her get railed by someone bigger, rougher, or just… different. And yeah, sometimes there is more than one “someone”.

This isn’t the kind of story where cheating is just some quick plot twist then forgotten. The game actually sits with it. You see the flirting turn into touching, turn into Jenny with her legs open for a girl on one side and a guy pushing into her from behind, and Nathan trying not to look too excited even though his dick is basically making decisions for him. There’s group scenes where you lose track of who is inside who, double and triple penetration moments that feel like “okay that’s probably illegal in some countries”, and then quiet scenes after, where Jenny is lying half-naked on the messy bed, texting Nathan stupid selfies with cum still on her skin, asking “you jealous or hard?” Like that. On the lesbian side, some of the girl-on-girl stuff feels actually intimate, not just “two porn bots kissing for the male gaze”. There’s this one early scene where Jenny is on a couch with another actress, both half dressed, doing this slow lazy makeout while they talk about contracts and boundaries, their hands drifting under clothes like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Then later the same girl is between Jenny’s thighs in a dressing room while a shoot is waiting outside, and Jenny is struggling to decide if she wants to moan or keep her makeup from smearing. The AI CG look sometimes makes faces a bit weird in certain frames, like a mouth too shiny or a hand looking off, and it pulled me out of the mood for a second on my phone in Chrome, but then a scene hits where Jenny is staring straight into “your” eyes with that guilty horniness and I forgot I was even annoyed. Also, there is this random side character with the worst haircut I ever seen and I can’t stop thinking about it. Why is that hair like this. Nobody explains. Anyway, the whole thing feels like watching poly, swinging, cheating, and actual feelings collide in slow motion, and somehow you enjoy the sex even more because you kind of know this is not going to end clean for anyone.

There’s this lazy-ass witch lying in a hammock with tits that are technically a health hazard, and somehow you’re the responsible adult in the room. That’s the basic mood. The whole world is this silly fantasy mix of horny monsters, smug magical girls, and weirdos who think “public indecency” is more like a dress code. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes, you’re actually juggling gold, energy and these four stats that sound like some RPG parody: Martial, Mystic, Charm, Trickery. It feels a bit like someone smashed a fetish VN together with a light strategy game and then just… kept all the horny parts. One run I tried to play her as a serious, powerful witch, always picking the smart Mystic solutions, and two choices later she’s on her knees worshipping a monster girl’s cock while her boobs jump up another cup size and I’m laughing at myself for thinking I had control here.

Calling it “breast expansion focus” is almost funny, because it’s not just a tag, it’s the entire spine of the game. Every run ends up turning into a science project about how far you can push those sizes before she’s basically a walking beanbag chair. The wild part is that the scenes change with her size, so a blowjob with small boobs feels totally different than the same encounter when she’s at “crush-her-own-face” levels. You get tiny details like her trying to hold her tits out of the way while she’s riding some furry wolf knight who’s way too proud of his armor, and then later that same guy just buries his hands in her chest and uses them like handles while you watch the text describe how she can barely stay upright. It’s ridiculous. It’s hot. It’s also kind of stupid in the best way. There’s a lesbian witch duel that turns into mutual groping in mid-air, one of those monster girls that’s more teeth and tongue than sense, and a smug noblewoman who switches from icy female domination to being bent over a balcony once you figure out which stat to poke her with. Sometimes you “win” a fight by outsmarting them, sometimes by letting her submit on purpose, because of course if she gets fucked, the stats get weird and the boobs get bigger. There’s no game over, just different flavors of “congratulations, you’re getting railed.”

If I had to give it a fake jam trophy, it’d be “Best Use Of Gravity As A Fetish Mechanic.” The way the writing leans into the size changes is oddly consistent, even when the tone is goofy. At low sizes, she’s flashing people just to get free drinks. At mid sizes, there’s a whole run where she’s stuck trying to squeeze through a dungeon door while a slime monster girl gropes her from behind and it takes way too long, text-wise, but I couldn’t look away. At stupid sizes, there’s a scene where she tries to cast a serious spell, trips over nothing, and ends up pressed into the dirt, ass up, boobs pinned under her chest like two living cushions while some armored monster uses her like a toy. I wished for an option to just leave her there for the rest of the game. The strategy side is simple but not brain-dead, like managing stamina in Hades but horny and slower, and you start optimizing which enemies you want to “lose” to because their dom scenes are funnier. Not every encounter lands, the humor sometimes feels like reddit cosplay captions, and there’s at least one exhibitionism bit in a city square that keeps mentioning the crowd but barely describes a single face. Still, it sticks in your head after you close the browser. That lazy witch, half-asleep in her hammock, tits overflowing her robe, asking if you really want to push for one more quest when she can barely walk? Yeah. Don’t play this on your work laptop. Actually, do. I dare you.

UNDAWN: Shackles Of Eternity feels like somebody mashed a grimdark VN, horny gothic Instagram, and a futa porn doujin together, then actually bothered to give the porn a brain. You play as Rhiannon, who looks like the kind of cold, perfect priestess you’d see on a cathedral mural, except she has a cock and way more emotional damage. The world around her is just ruined faith and half-dead gods, with churches that feel more like brothels for the desperate. Every “holy” symbol looks kinda dirty. You’re basically walking through a graveyard of old beliefs, deciding who to fuck and who to sacrifice, while the game keeps asking you quietly, “You sure about that?” and then shows the consequences in bed later. It’s not a power fantasy where you’re some shining savior. Rhiannon feels like a loaded gun that learned how to think. You get romance, sure, but it’s romance that comes with knives hidden under dresses and tongues in places that definitely aren’t holy.

Sex-wise, the game goes pretty hard on futa on female and actually uses the magic shit for more than particle effects. You’re not just clicking through generic “she sucks you off” lines. You get weird little moments like Rhiannon using a whispering spell to make a nun feel every word along her spine, the text describing this chill that rolls down to her ass while you’re already elbow-deep in groping and fingering. First time you push a cute monster girl up against a cracked stained-glass window and her tail wraps around Rhiannon’s thigh while you rail her from behind, it feels personal in a fucked up way. There’s anal and creampies that don’t feel like checkbox porn tags, more like “oh, you chose to promise her safety and instead you’re filling her ass in a back alley behind a dead chapel, good job.” The harem angle is there but messy, poly in the sense that everyone has teeth. The girls fall for Rhiannon and for each other too, so you end up in these lesbian side scenes where Rhiannon watches them eat each other out, only to join, dick out, and turn the whole thing into a pile of limbs, tongues, and cum. Sometimes it’s tender, slow oral with a shy femboy who looks like he stepped out of a BL mobile game. Sometimes it’s Rhiannon pinning a proud knightess to the altar and pounding her until her prayers turn into begging. The mystery stuff wraps around the porn like a noose. You keep thinking you’re choosing who you love and who you fuck, then slowly realize you’re also choosing who loses their soul piece by piece. And the game doesn’t scream this at you. It just shows you the aftermath in the next “romantic” scene, like a girl who used to be all fire letting you slide into her raw and quiet, because she’s finally broken in exactly the way you helped shape.

A long time ago this guy was a god, like real god, not some cosplay dude with foam sword. People prayed to him, gave him girls, gave him power, all that wild ancient stuff. Then everything went to shit, he got sealed like some scary monster story and the world moved on, forgot him. Fast forward to modern world and suddenly there is this one last believer, a shy little thing who finds an old ritual, thinks it is just weird superstition, and still tries it in her tiny bedroom with her phone flashlight and some cheap candles from Amazon. And boom, he wakes up. Not in a temple, not in some glorious battlefield, but right there between her messy bed and her laptop with porn tabs still open. It feels kind of funny and kind of hot at same time, this mix of epic god energy and super normal modern girl who never even had a real boyfriend and has no idea what to do when an actual ancient sex god is just standing in front of her, already hard, already curious.

From here the story just keeps getting more dirty, but the tone stays weirdly romantic under all the filth, like he actually looks at her first, studies her face, the way her hands shake when she touches his chest, not only how her tits bounce when he pulls off her shirt. She starts as a virgin, nervous, breathing fast, but there is this almost religious hunger growing in her, like her body already remembers him from other lives. When he finally pushes inside her the game does not rush, it stays on that first stretch, the little pain mixed with deep pleasure, her nails scratching his back, his hand around her throat but gentle, almost like he is checking she is still present. Later he gets more rough, there is anal, there is double use where his cock and a thick toy take her at same time and she is drooling on the sheets, but it never feels like some cheap porn clip, more like a very long night that keeps going and going, changing rhythm. One scene that stayed in my head is when he makes her ride a toy while he just watches, arms crossed, commenting quietly how her pussy opens up, telling her to look at herself in the mirror. It is kind of humiliating for her, but she clearly loves it, and I felt like a creep because I loved it too. I wish they used that mirror more honestly, there is something about seeing her own face while he’s fucking her from behind that would make it perfect, but they do not really go back to it.

Later more girls appear, of course, because one worshiper is never enough for a god that is horny and bored after thousands of years. There is a smug office lady who pretends she does not believe in gods, then ends up on her knees giving messy head with mascara all over, and a quiet nerdy girl who watches from the doorway first, thinking they do something wrong, and then slowly gets pulled into the group, tongue hesitating when she first licks another girl, then going deeper like she is tasting something forbidden. The group scenes go pretty far, multiple holes all used, toys everywhere, one girl sitting on his face while another rides him, the first believer holding a camera because he tells her to record everything, like building his own private holy scripture of sweaty skin and dripping cum. There is also this short bit with tentacles that feels like a glitch in the universe, he calls some leftover ancient power and suddenly there are wet, shiny limbs curling around ankles and wrists, spreading thighs open so wide it looks impossible, sliding in places fingers cannot reach. It is only one chapter but it burned into my brain. The game itself is simple, just reading and clicking, no choices, but I opened it again on my phone in bed, on desktop with one hand on mouse and one somewhere else, because the pacing of scenes is strangely addicting. You watch this god slowly change from distant, almost cold, into a possessive bastard who cannot get enough, and these “normal” girls from modern world turn into his little cult of sluts, sharing spit, sharing cock, whispering his name like prayer while their asses are already full. I still think one scene needed more lube, like you can almost feel the burn, but somehow that made me like it more.