Honestly, Forbidden Dungeon feels like it was made by someone who got tired of pretending that “mature fantasy games” were about moral choices or shiny loot. Everything drips with filth, and not in a cheap, shock-value way - more like an obsessive fever dream that got out of hand but nobody cared to stop it. You start thinking it’s just another turn-based grind, but then the first enemy pins you down and - well, suddenly the whole definition of victory seems a bit different. It’s not subtle about it either, but the weird part is how the mechanics make you *want* to lose sometimes, just to see how deep the corruption goes. And that’s the part that messes with you. You start attempting “bad builds” on purpose. You reroll, fail, and still feel satisfied. That's kinda evil, but in the best sense.

Half the dungeons look like they were designed by a drunk alchemist who spent too much time staring at old pixel porn sprites and thought, *"yeah, this needs more slime."* And the slime delivers. Tentacles, toys, and transformations - everything's animated just enough to feel uncomfortable in that very addicting way. At some point, I forgot there was even turn-based combat buried underneath all the moaning sound effects and randomized debuffs that feel more like fetishes than statuses. One second you’re strategizing, next you’re watching your party submit, torn between horror and - yeah - arousal, let's not pretend we didn't. The pregnancy mechanic? It’s there. Quietly terrifying, kinda poetic, completely deranged.

The community mod threads are another beast - people add impossible stuff. Someone made a mod where the AI CGs react to player corruption rate and grow progressively filthier. It’s half-art project, half confession. You’ll see names from hentai art forums crossposting sketches for new enemies, all arguing about whether moral decay should scale faster at higher difficulty. Like anyone cares. Everyone knows the real boss is your own curiosity. You start out trying to cleanse the dungeon and end up enjoying the rot. And yeah, that’s kind of beautiful in a disgusting way.

There is this mobile thing where every time I think “ok, now it went too far”, the next scene shows up and proves me wrong. You start as this poor bastard basically trapped in a convent that is absolutely not holy in any normal way. The “sisters” are nuns, yeah, but they treat religion like a mix of porn hub search history and field research. They have their own cult logic: “to understand sin, we must practice it on you, again, and again, and again”. It starts with one nun acting all serious, asking you questions about faith while slowly sliding closer, then suddenly she grabs your crotch like it is a relic that needs a very careful, long inspection. And the game just keeps doubling down on that. They quote scripture while they jerk you off, they talk about purity right before they ride you raw, and sometimes they even argue between them about the correct “method” to spread their religion: oral, anal, or “full body immersion”. It sounds dumb, and it is dumb, but it works because the humor keeps punching through the horny stuff. One scene has you kneeling to “confess” and the confession booth is literally just a small room with a hole at dick height, and the sister on the other side pretends like she doesn’t know what she is doing while you slam against it. This is not a classy game. It is dirty and very self-aware.

The 3D girls look like that classic horny dev style on mobile: a bit plastic, super shiny skin, soft faces, and then big tits that always look one second from slipping out of the habit. They move well though, especially the monster girl. Yeah, there is a monster girl nun here, and I am still not sure if she is demon, lamia, or just “fuck it, tentacle-add-on”. Her “blessing” scene is ridiculous. Tentacles hold you in place and she talks like some mix of horny therapist and Sunday school teacher, while milking you until you almost feel tired just watching. I kept replaying that part more than I want to admit, not because I am a perv, but because there is a scoring challenge in that sequence and I was trying to beat my own record. You tap through dialog, time your choices so you hit the lewd route flags, and chase those little achievements like “Holy Fountain” and “Repeat Offender”. Feels like playing a horny visual novel on Nutaku with extra attention to replay routes. The story is a spin off, yeah, but you don’t really need the main game. You just slowly realize each sister has her own “research style”: one is soft and fake innocent, another is straight up predatory and wants to see how many times she can drain you before you pass out. There is also one scene in the dorm hallway where a sister catches you sneaking and instead of punishment she drags you into a storage room and forces you to cum on the communion wafers. That part is so dumb I laughed out loud, but I still saved right before it just to try all dialog options like a sweaty leaderboard junkie. Sex, blasphemy, and mobile taps, that’s the whole mood here.

Three witches in one messy house, and somehow nobody ever figured out how to lock a bathroom door. That’s basically the energy here. You’ve got this little magic sandbox where your girls are supposed to “protect the world” or whatever, but most of the time you’re peeking at one of them rubbing herself raw behind some half closed curtain or catching a demon with way too many hands sucking on her tits while she pretends it’s all part of the ritual. It feels less like a heroic fantasy and more like you accidentally opened the wrong folder named “homework” on your desktop. Half the fun is just wandering around, poking at stuff, and suddenly you trigger a scene with a “virgin” witch who’s clearly only technically a virgin because the game decided oral and grinding on monster girls doesn’t count. Sure, okay.

The best moment I had was completely dumb: I was just clicking through the house, snooping like some horny ghost, and I walked in on the milf witch doing “serious research”. Which is code for ass up, robe pulled to her waist, one hand buried between those thighs, the other lazily waving a spell around that was supposed to “clean the room”. The spell starts wiping shelves while she’s moaning into a pillow, and you just stand there watching like a creep. And she knows you’re there. She slows down, spreads her legs a bit more, then pretends she “only noticed you now” with this fake shocked face. I actually laughed. Then I saved, because priorities. It’s that kind of tone everywhere: lots of fake innocence, lots of “oh no, how did your cock end up in my mouth during this dangerous magic ritual” bullshit that somehow still works. The corruption stuff kicks in slowly, too. At first the girls make a fuss about decency and morals, next thing you know they’re letting a demon girl sit on their face for “information”, or letting a married client use them like a stress toy while his wife is literally in another room. There’s a weird voyeur layer too, where you watch people cheat and lie and touch themselves, and the game just shrugs like, yeah, that’s life with magic. The ass and tits are obviously a big focus, the camera always finds a way to center that, especially when one of them is kneeling for another sloppy blowjob spell test that clearly has nothing to do with defense. And sometimes the pacing is all over the place, like you hunt through ten menus with no payoff, then suddenly, out of nowhere, you click one tiny icon and you’re in a full on oral scene with drool and gagging sound effects that are way too loud if you forgot to turn your speakers down after watching a YouTube video. It’s chaotic, a bit janky, sometimes weirdly sweet, sometimes way nastier than it pretends to be. The more magic they “learn”, the more clothes disappear, the more they masturbate in random corners, the more wrong it feels to still call any of them pure. Which is kind of the point, I guess.

Nobody plays a Game of Thrones porn parody for the dragons, alright? You come here for the mess. For the moment when you’ve got Sansa on her knees in the sept while a bored priest pretends nothing is happening, and at the same time you’re trying to decide if you should blackmail Cersei with that little “confession” she whispered when you stuck the toy in her ass and told her to pray louder. The game throws you into this twisted court circus where every noble is horny, cruel, or both, and somehow you end up the one pulling strings. Or at least thinking you are. One run I played mostly as a power-hungry bastard male, forcing vows of “loyalty” that always ended in anal on a cold stone table. Next run I flipped it and went full ruthless queen, heel on neck, cock cages, whipping some pathetic knight who just wanted to serve his “goddess” and maybe kiss her feet. Nothing deep, just that nice brain rot when you open the game on your phone while pretending to check WhatsApp and suddenly you’re arranging a public punishment where Arya has to lick your boots clean in front of a crowd. Totally normal mobile habits.

Sex here hits a weird sweet spot. It’s not soft romance, it’s not pure torture porn either, it lives exactly where “this is wrong” turns into “ok, one more scene”. You get all kinds of stuff thrown around: anal punishments during fake religious trials, “holy” toys shoved in sinners, Cersei using a confession booth like her personal fuckbox, Daenerys acting like a savior and then casually making a chained slave eat her out. There’s incest bullshit too of course, it’s Westeros, nobody is healthy there. Some scenes go straight into family territory with almost no build up and I kinda hated that and still clicked anyway. Foot stuff is everywhere in a funny way. One time I tried to play all noble and then I blink and suddenly I’m watching a princess jerk a knight off with her toes while he’s forced to recite the sacred texts. Another run, I’m a girl MC stepping on a priest’s face, making him kiss my soles as “repentance”, then turning his moans into a hymn. It gets gay, it gets lesbian, sometimes both in same route, like when you trap a tough northern girl between your thighs while her “sworn sister” is sucking you off from behind. And the game doesn’t stop to tell you “this is the kinky path” or other dumb stuff, it just dumps you into another corrupt little scene and waits for you to dig yourself deeper. I kept telling myself I’d just check one more event while switching between Telegram, Pornhub and this damn thing on my phone, and suddenly I’m organizing a fake exorcism where the “demon” is clearly just a magic toy buried deep inside a noble lady, buzzing harder every time she lies to the gods. At some point I realized I forgot whatever main plot there was and I honestly didn’t care, I just wanted to see who I could break next, or who would end up breaking me.

Al-Mara Academy feels like someone mashed together a horny visual novel, a fucked up campus drama and a fever dream about power, blood and girls who could snap your neck or sit on your face and both would feel like the same kind of blessing. You arrive as Kendra, this vampire witch with hunter vibes, already not some innocent blank slate but a woman who has killed things and made bad choices and still walks like she owns the corridor. The place is an elite magic school, yeah, but it behaves more like a pressure cooker. Everyone dresses like they just left a goth club or a noble ball, all lace and leather and corsets strangling huge tits, occult tattoos glowing under half-open shirts, fangs flashing in candlelight. At first it looks like classic fantasy academia, then the game starts whispering about missing rectors, secret rituals in locked classrooms, little cliques of monsters and humans who pretend they are over the old racial hierarchy but still fuck each other with all that resentment boiling underneath.

Sex in this thing is never just “click, penetration, loop.” In one route you are questioning a student about Theophania’s disappearance and it slowly turns into a sort of interrogation slash seduction. She sits on the desk with her big ass sliding closer, pawing at Kendra’s collar, and they talk about ideology while fingers slide under a skirt. You choose whether Kendra pushes the girl down, bites her thigh, makes her beg for the creampie, or holds back and lets the student be the one on top. The moment she goes cross-eyed with ahegao is also the moment she drops a clue about a forbidden ritual in the catacombs, so you are half reading her face, half reading the text box, wondering which one tells more truth. Oral scenes hit that same mix: Kendra kneeling between a monster girl’s legs in the alchemy lab, the table cluttered with reagents, messy wet sounds echoing while they argue about loyalty and betrayal. It is porn, yes, but also like watching theory and desire wrestle for control of a mouth that is too busy sucking. The game lets you lean into female domination and BDSM with a weirdly careful hand: collar a student and drag her on a leash through a secret corridor, or let her pin you to the wall and press cold fangs to your throat while she grinds. Not everything works. One moment the romance tries to be tender, next scene Kendra is casually choking someone with her stockings, and the emotional transition feels like the writer tabbed out to watch a random Pornhub clip then came back. I also got irrationally annoyed at how often characters lick blood from lips in slow motion and the camera hangs on it like a TikTok thirst trap, but then someone moans into a kiss, smears that same blood on Kendra’s tattooed breast and my brain just shuts up. The mystery pulls you along in small doses, like teasing strokes: a note slipped into Kendra’s pocket during a ballroom dance, a vampire teacher who lets you suck on her finger in front of the class while talking calmly about ethics, a girl in the library who pretends to help with research and ends up riding Kendra’s lap among the dusty grimoires, trying not to scream when she gets filled. Every choice is basically a fork between “fuck, obey, hurt, protect, love, or pretend none of this is affecting you,” and the story quietly mutates around that. Sometimes Kendra feels like a predator in full control, sometimes like she is just as trapped as the students she teases, and that instability is where the game actually gets hot. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Aisling’s a tiny bored pixie with big tits and way too much free time, stuck in a pretty forest that starts feeling like a gilded cage. Flowers, sparkles, magic, yeah yeah, she’s sick of it. What finally kicks her out of that lazy loop is pure horny curiosity: she spots Dink, a fae neighbor, going at it in the open like the world is his private porn studio. No modesty, no shame, just this thick heavy cock swinging there in the light while he plays with himself. The game just throws you into her point of view, watching him stroke, squirt, tease, like a horny nature documentary. She’s hovering behind leaves, wings rustling, trying not to gasp too loud while his cum hits the ground and she’s pressing her thighs together, completely gone in her own head. It feels dirty and cute at the same time, which is weird, but it works. There’s no choice to skip to “plot” because this is the plot: a voyeur pixie discovering how badly she wants to be touched, and how badly she wants to touch that fat fae cock that doesn’t even match her size. You just ride that wave of her curiosity turning into obsession, while the game slowly makes her more shameless. One scene she’s hiding, the next she’s rubbing herself, panties soaked, wings trembling, pretending she’s just “checking on the flowers.” Sure, girl.

What caught me off guard is how intimate it feels even when it’s just straight up filth. You’re not juggling stats or grinding some pretend combat, you’re basically stuck to Aisling’s horny brain. When she finally gets close to Dink and actually asks about that “tool” between his legs, the game shifts from sneaky voyeurism to full exhibition play. She lets him see how wet she is, spreads herself wide, opens up for oral, then turns around for anal like she’s been waiting centuries to get filled. There’s this messed up sweetness in how she tries to act innocent while begging for more, how she clings to him while he pounds her tiny body, stuffing her pussy first, then her ass, until she’s squirting like crazy and forgetting about every single rule the fae elders probably gave her. The animations sell it; you see her body bounce, her wings shake, his cock glistening, her hole stretching around him. At some point there’s this moment where she looks back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, cum dripping out of her, and you can tell she’s not going back to “cute bored pixie” ever again. She’s ruined and happy about it. The only thing that annoyed me was how I couldn’t just scroll back a little like in some Ren’Py games to rewatch a line that hit just right, but whatever, I just replayed the damn scene. If you really want to squeeze every last drop out of it, take your time with the voyeur bits, let the teasing get under your skin, then enjoy how completely she surrenders once she finally wraps her hands around that cock and starts stroking like her whole world depends on it.

I didn’t expect to feel nervous playing it, but that first scene where the lecture hall shakes because one of the giant girls laughs too hard - yeah, that did something. You’re supposed to be this tiny magic student, right? Except every woman around you looks like she could crush a mountain between her thighs and still look bored. The game never really tells you how you got there; it just drops you in a world where everyone’s taller, hungrier, and way too aware of your existence. I kept thinking it’d get old, the whole “giantess at school” thing, but somehow it doesn’t. Maybe it’s the way they talk down to you, like you’re both a pet and a prize. Or maybe it’s that moment when the headmistress bends low enough that her breath fogs up half the screen and you forget what you were even doing.

There’s this part during a duel - magic circles, glowing sigils, all that - and suddenly one of them swallows another whole. Like, gone. Everyone just keeps talking like it’s normal. I laughed out loud, then felt weird about laughing, then laughed again. The tone jumps around like that: one second flirty banter, next second you’re inside some cosmic courtroom where the judge has six eyes and a voice that sounds like honey poured over thunder. The writing’s messy but kind of charming, like someone horny and sleep-deprived scribbled it in a notebook between sketches. My only complaint - besides that stupid menu sound that clicks too loud - is that sometimes the camera lingers too long on the wrong things. A hand twitching, a lip bite, a faint shimmer of saliva. But maybe that’s the point.

Halfway through, I stopped caring about the “plot.” It’s less about who wins your heart and more about how far the devs can push the fantasy before it folds in on itself. One of the monster girls - she’s got horns shaped like crescent moons - calls you “snack” in a tone that’s half affection, half threat, and I swear I paused just to breathe. The game makes you complicit in its weirdness. You want to escape, but you also want to stay, maybe shrink a little more, maybe let them argue over you forever.

You open your eyes and you’re already in trouble. No menu, no long intro, just you dropped in this weird, hot-as-hell realm that looks like some twisted church fused with a wet dream. Candles, stone arches, stained glass showing stuff that would get you banned from Twitch in two seconds, and in the middle of all that, a nun with tits that are absolutely breaking several laws of physics. She looks holy at first glance, but one smirk and you know there’s nothing pure going on behind those eyes. The game plays that nice trick where she talks like she wants to “guide your soul” while her outfit is hanging on by like, two buttons and pure faith. You answer a few questions, pick how your guy reacts, and the whole thing starts bending around that. You say something cocky, she leans in and tests you. You act shy, she switches into this slow, almost gentle corruption route that honestly feels more dangerous than when she goes full dirty talk.

Then the demons start coming in, like the universe looked at that nun and said, “Nah, more ass.” Succubus girls, horns, tails, bodies that look like someone slid all the sliders to max and then broke the editor. The cool thing is that it doesn’t just throw them at you as trophies. You actually click through moments where your choices decide if they tease you, drain you, wreck you, or weirdly kind of care about you in their own evil way. There’s this scene where a demon girl sits on your lap in what looks like a confession booth, pretending to be the one taking your sins, while her tail coils around your leg and keeps creeping higher. You pick how honest you are about what you want, and the CG changes to match how far she goes. One time she just made me beg, another time she basically pinned me against the wood and turned the whole booth into a porn set. Same event, totally different vibe, and I accidentally spent way too long replaying that single scene because the angle of her ass in one variant was just... yeah.

The whole place is like that: half cathedral, half nightmare brothel, with monster girls peeking out of shadows, some of them cute, some of them “I probably shouldn’t be turned on by this but here we are.” Some routes feel like a slow boil, like that one nun who keeps pretending she wants to save you while her dress keeps getting more open every time you meet her. Other times it jumps straight into you pinned under a succubus, her boobs pressed into your chest, whispering that you belong to her now. There’s a bit of jank in the writing here and there, some lines hit weird, and one of the demon girls talks like she learned English from horny Discord servers, but honestly that kind of makes it better. There’s this raw, unpolished energy: big boobs in your face, big asses bouncing in positions that would kill a real human spine, and you clicking through, deciding if you fight it, give in, or let yourself get turned into the happy little plaything of whatever monster girl is on screen. I told myself I was only going to “check it out quickly” and then suddenly I was trying to see what happens if I act like a total perv with the nun and a total coward with the succubus. Spoiler: both paths end with you getting used. Just in very, very different ways.

A tiny tavern at the ass end of the world, some half broken sign swinging in the wind, and this dumb hot wolf who still thinks “warrior” is a job and not a trauma response. That’s the vibe. You’re Eyvind, all muscle and scars and that too-proud tail, walking into a place that smells like spilled beer, sweat and sex, and somehow it already feels like home. The game doesn’t rush you, which is funny, because every guy in here is practically eye-fucking you from the first scene. Big horned monsters sharing a drink in the corner, a smug feline leaning on the counter, some drunk bear half asleep on the table, snoring and boned up in his pants. It’s that mix of cozy and filthy I really like: you’re here to find your place in the world and also to absolutely ruin your asshole on whatever hung creature buys you a round.

What I like is how the tavern feels almost like a character. You come back to it after wandering on adventures, after turn-based brawls in the woods where you’re trading blows with bandits and actual monsters who might want to split you open with a sword or with their cock, depending how you play it. You win a fight, you drag your sore body back to the bar, order something too strong, and the owner just looks at you with that “you’re trouble, but I like it” face. And yeah, sometimes the fights are a bit clunky, numbers popping, you mashing skills, trying not to die while also wondering when you can finally get your mouth around that minotaur’s cock from earlier. The pacing goes weird sometimes, like a heavy scene of tribal memory and loss and then boom, your muzzle is full of hot cum, dripping down your chin, no time to breathe. It shouldn’t work, but it does, then it doesn’t, then it does again. The writing is horny and soft at the same time, then suddenly edgy and a bit too melodramatic for a story where you can get your ass creampied by a slime-covered beast in a half-lit storeroom. I kind of love that it refuses to pick one mood.

There’s this one moment that stuck in my head, not even the wildest sex, just a quiet night. You’re alone after a rough quest, sitting at an empty table, the tavern mostly silent. You open your stats, check your skills, pretend you care about numbers, and then some huge wolf mercenary passes behind you and “accidentally” drags his hand along your lower back, fingers dipping under the waistband, claws brushing fur. Nothing happens right there, no instant blowjob scene, no fade to black. Just a promise. But later, if you follow that path, you end up in a back room with his chest pressed to your shoulders, teeth on your neck, your legs shaking while he buries himself in your ass one slow, deep thrust at a time until your belly is full and sticky inside, and he forces you to lick your own cum off his fingers. The game is full of that kind of thing: men with fangs and claws and horns, who can be gentle for three lines of dialogue then shove your head down on their cock and use your throat like it’s just another hole to fill. There are flaws everywhere, small bugs, weird pacing, some lines that sound like Google Translate had a stroke, but somehow that mess fits the story of a lost wolf trying to build a new pack out of horny monsters and tavern shadows. It all feels sweaty and rough and strangely warm, like waking up in a stranger’s bed, sore, satisfied, and not entirely sure you want to leave.