The first thing that hits you is that MIDI horn section. It’s like a royalty free dirge for a 90s fantasy VHS that got left in a hot car, and somehow it loops perfectly with the wet slapping sounds. The audio mix is so aggressively unpolished I genuinely laughed out loud when Xareth, our twink prince, got groped for the first time and the squish noise sounded like someone dropping a whole raw chicken on tile. I don’t know if it’s incompetence or camp genius and honestly I’m past caring because the whole thing has this fever dream energy that just works.

So Prince Xareth’s dad got owned by some conman king, right? And this elf boy’s brilliant plan to get his throne back is to wander into an orc camp looking like a twink that got lost on the way to a Final Fantasy audition. The dialogue is pure “my first fantasy novel” but the second you pick a love interest it’s like the game stops pretending to be about a coup and just becomes a logistics simulator for how many orc dicks can fit in one elf. There’s a specific scene with an orc chieftain where he’s supposed to be explaining war tactics but the black and white sketch just shows Xareth bent over a war table getting absolutely railed, and the contrast between the dull political text and the explicit visual is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week. The muscle definition on the orcs is drawn in this aggressively angular style, all t*** and no neck, and it’s somehow both hot and deeply silly.

The multiple penetration tag isn’t a warning here, it’s the main gameplay loop. You’ll be clicking through a “compelling storyline” about tribal alliances and then oh, look, an orc fourway where the anatomy just kind of blurs together into a mass of green skin and elf moans. Some of the color images look like they were scanned from a smudged printer and I love it. The black and white ones actually have better linework. Why are there dozens of endings? I got one where everyone just dies and another where the prince becomes the tribe’s communal stress relief toy. The game is 20 hours of this. A conman king is still on the throne I think, I honestly forgot to check because I was too busy watching an orc get double teamed by his own buddies in a side route.

Okay so the first time I played From the Top I literally rolled my eyes at the setup. Oh wow another summer vacation mystery with a best friend who works in the film industry, how very Nancy Drew of you. But then the game hits you with a dead body and suddenly my jaded gay ass is sitting up straight. The whole thing has this weird unpolished charm like someone scanned their own pencil sketches directly into Ren'Py and said "yeah that's fine ship it." And honestly? It works. The jank becomes part of the vibe. You're not here for 4K ray traced dicks, you're here because the producer guy with the terrible goatee is giving you bedroom eyes at a wrap party and you need to know if he's a murderer or just emotionally unavailable.

The corruption tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting here but not in the way you'd think. It's less "demon lord claims your soul" and more "the entertainment industry will chew you up and you might discover you're into that." There's this one scene with a director who's clearly been in the business too long, the way he talks about "trading favors" while his hand creeps up your thigh, and the game doesn't moralize about it. You can lean in or pull back and the multiple endings actually fork hard enough that I replayed three times. The coming out stuff feels real too, messy and not wrapped in a neat little bow. Some characters accept you instantly, others get that tight lipped "I'm not homophobic but" energy that made my skin crawl.

What I don't get is why the inventory system exists. It's there, it does nothing, you collect like three items total and one is just a keycard you use immediately. I spent twenty minutes thinking I missed something. Also the translation has these beautiful moments where a character will say something like "I am feeling very suspicious about this situation" with the emotional range of a Google Translate output. And yet. The romance routes surprised me. One of the actors, the closeted one doing action films, his route got genuinely tender in ways I didn't expect from a game where the UI looks like a PowerPoint presentation. The sex scenes are explicit without being mechanical, you know? Like actual fumbling and hesitation and then that shift when someone decides to just go for it. Anyway I forgot where I was going with this. The sound design is three stock tracks on loop and I muted it after ten minutes. Still worth it for the producer's goatee alone.

Cerulean Invasion throws you right into this messy mix of horny and hopeless, where everything smells like metal, sweat and recycled air and somehow that just makes it hotter. You play as Alexis, this pretty boy cadet who looks like he should be in some luxury academy on Mars, not stuck in a half-broken barracks where the walls shake every time the cannons fire. His uniform never quite fits right, it always clings to his ass and rides up when he stretches, and of course the game knows exactly how to frame that. Most scenes are just talking, but the way they look at each other across the bunk room, or how the camera lingers a bit too long on Osman’s chest when he leans forward, it all feels very “we’re probably going to die tomorrow so I’m going to stare at your bulge today.” It’s not subtle. It’s also not trying to be. There is one early scene where Alexis is half asleep in the infirmary, shirt open, bandages across his ribs, and Evan is changing the dressings. The conversation sounds simple, “does it hurt / are you scared,” but the way Evan’s fingers drag too slow over bare skin, you know exactly where it’s going. I actually had to pause my Spotify and turn up the game volume there, because the little breathy sound Alexis makes when the hand slips lower is way more filthy than anything the dialogue spells out.

Accessibility wise it is kind of a headache. Text is small and the contrast is weird, like white on almost-white in some menus, so I kept squinting. There is no real text speed control that worked for me, the slider moves but nothing changed, at least in my browser. Also the choice buttons look like normal dialogue boxes, so with my screen reader I had to poke at them like an idiot until I found the interactive bits. But then there is this shower scene with Leon where all that annoyance just evaporates. They are in the shared stall area after a mission, water running, steam everywhere, and you can see his back muscles tighten when Alexis “accidentally” brushes against him. Leon kind of shoves him into the wall, not hard, just enough to pin him, one hand braced next to his head, the other already sliding under his towel. He breathes into Alexis’s ear about how the aliens are not the only hungry thing on this ship, which makes no sense but whatever, I was not there for logic. The game does not fade to black, it shows every messy second, hips grinding against wet tiles, Alexis trying and failing to keep quiet because there are other cadets two stalls away. And the funny part is, the plot around it is trying to stay serious, talking about duty and trauma and lunar colonies, while you’re just watching two guys fuck against a shower wall like Pornhub opened a recruitment office in deep space. It kind of works. It kind of doesn’t. I wanted more options, more control over who Alexis ends up really tied to in the end, but the route structure feels locked in, like the game already decided which cock is “canon” and you are just clicking along. Still, that moment when Osman pulls Alexis onto his lap in the cockpit during a quiet patrol, pushes his flight suit down just enough, and whispers “keep your headset on, I want them to hear you breathe” into the comms, that scene stayed in my head all night, even with all the messy UI and missing toggles.

I keep thinking about the character creator. Not because it's good, it's actually pretty barebones, but because of what happened after. Woke up naked on some ship, no memories, standard amnesia opener, fine. Spent twenty minutes tweaking my guy's face and body, gave him this tired dilf energy, salt and pepper hair, the works. Then the first alien I meet, this tall blue thing with too many eyes, just... reaches down and starts stroking me. No warning. No dialogue option to stop it. My carefully crafted middle aged protagonist just stood there getting a hand job from a stranger while I stared at the text box wondering if this was a bug or the whole point.

The game's still being written, the dev says the ending is planned but everything else is up for grabs, which explains a lot. One minute you're doing diplomatic negotiations with some insectoid race, the next you're bent over a console getting fucked by three of them while the text describes your character's first time taking it anally in excruciating detail. There's this whole corruption system I think? Your choices matter supposedly but honestly I just kept picking the most unhinged options to see what happened. Got my guy lactating somehow. Don't ask me how, the science isn't exactly rigorous. Something about alien hormones. The lactation just... kept being relevant. Multiple scenes. I wish the game would remember that I set his dick size to something specific because it keeps describing it differently and that's driving me insane in a way the gangbang with the lizard people did not.

The futa content caught me off guard. Not tagged prominently enough if you ask me, which nobody did. There I am, thinking I'm about to dom this cute alien twink, and suddenly she's got more going on downstairs than my protagonist does and the power dynamic flips completely. The humiliation writing is actually decent when it wants to be, there's this one scene where you're made to crawl on all fours wearing some kind of alien sex toy harness and the text just lingers on the shame of it, the wet sounds, the way the other characters barely acknowledge you as a person anymore. Then two scenes later you're giving a speech about interspecies diplomacy and everyone's acting normal. The tonal whiplash is something else. Reminds me of that old CoC forum quest except somehow less coherent. The interracial stuff is everywhere obviously, it's a space game, but the way it handles the breeding kink with the different species is... look, if you're into creampies and oviposition and weird alien biology, this thing has you covered. Just don't expect it to make sense. I still don't know what the conspiracy is about. Something about my character's past? There was a data log I was supposed to read but I got distracted by a scene where my guy was getting groped in a crowded alien market and the text spent three paragraphs on the sensation of strange hands on his chest and the wet spot spreading on his pants. Priorities, you know?

Resnick’s fur smells like old leather and something burnt. That’s the first thing I noticed. Not the demon whispering inside him, not the grand quest against some demon worshippers. Just the smell. This wolf soldier, all duty and stiff posture, has a passenger now. Me. You. A lust demon so weak it can barely flicker, stuck riding shotgun in a furry himbo’s consciousness. The game opens with a handjob scene that feels almost accidental, like Resnick’s body betrayed him while washing up. The 2D art is rough, deliberately unpolished, lines a bit shaky like a sketchbook you’d hide under the mattress. It works. Makes it feel dirtier somehow.

The emotion manipulation mechanic is where things get interesting. You don't just watch Resnick interact with his burly lion captain or that twitchy fox mage. You poke at his feelings. Push lust when he’s talking to a comrade and suddenly a friendly chat turns into a fumbling, desperate reach for a belt buckle. I made him cream his own uniform once just by cranking up the heat during a strategy meeting. The game doesn't judge. It just gives you the power and watches what you do with it. The anal scenes come later, after you've built enough influence, and they're clumsy in a way that feels true to a repressed soldier figuring out what his body wants. Lots of awkward positioning and breathless grunts.

The fantasy plot is... there. Something about the Dawnbreak Order and frontier demons. Honestly I zoned out during a long exposition dump about some relic. The furry designs carry the whole thing. That lion captain's mane, the way his pecs stretch the fabric of his tunic. I wish the influence system had more granularity. Sometimes it's just a binary choice, horny or not horny, and I wanted to make things weirder. More specific. But the creampie scenes have this raw, almost uncomfortable intimacy. The wolf's ears flatten when he's overwhelmed. That detail got me.

Marcus Harper is the kind of guy every authoritarian future seems to produce: overworked, underpaid, and way too used to the sound of bones breaking in narrow alleys. The game throws you straight into his routine, which is basically corporate-sponsored brutality with a badge, and then starts peeling that skin off bit by bit. One moment you’re interrogating some street punk about a shipment, next moment you’re knee deep in blood and wondering why the guy’s eyes look more scared of “the people upstairs” than of you. The sex and the violence are glued together here, not politely separated. After you beat info out of someone, the story might drop you into a quiet scene where Marcus is getting his cock sucked by a guy who knows too much, and the whole thing still feels like an interrogation, just with spit and tongue instead of fists. It’s not romanticized hero stuff. You see bruises, you hear teeth click on shaft, sometimes the camera lingers on the wrong detail like the way a throat convulses during forced oral, and then cuts away from what would be a “money shot” in more porn-focused games. Kind of infuriating, actually, because when a body is hanging from meat hooks in a warehouse you get every little droplet.

What I noticed, as somebody who studies this stuff and also just likes to jerk off to it, is how the game plays with the idea of “consent” in a world that already feels like a prison. A lot of the gay encounters happen in these half-lit rooms, on cheap mattresses, with Marcus still half in uniform. Sometimes the guy he is with is clearly into it, grinding back, pulling him in, begging for dick. Sometimes it feels more like “you’re my only way out of this mess, so I’ll suck you dry and hope you don’t shoot me later.” There is also vaginal sex but it sneaks in from the side of the plot instead of being the main dish, and the game doesn’t scream “hey, straight content now!” It just happens, usually with someone tied into the politics, someone who wants information as much as he wants to empty his balls. The romance angle appears more as this awkward, fragile thing in between gunfire and smoke. Marcus has one scene on a rooftop, city neon under his feet, where he kisses a guy slow, like he is scared to admit he enjoys another man’s mouth more than the corporate paycheck. A few minutes later, you are watching a body get dismembered in a lab that claims to work on artificial intelligence models, and your dick is still half hard from before, which is kind of fucked up. And there is this one little HUD icon that keeps flickering every time a message comes from “central”, slightly off-center, and it annoyed me more than any moral question here, and the game never lets you move it or turn it off. I kept staring at that stupid thing in the corner while someone was riding Marcus, taking his cock raw, moaning into his neck as the city drones buzzed outside, and I caught myself thinking more about UX design than the plot. That’s how this game crawls under your skin: it makes the disgusting parts feel ordinary, the intimate parts feel risky, and everything else sits in the margins like that damned flickering icon that no one cares enough to fix.

ok so this game. it’s called something about sin or destiny, i forget, but the icon is like a shadow with horns and honestly i clicked because i was bored on a certain site you probably know. you play this guy who’s been hiding who he is for 18 years, and then suddenly there’s this devil. not like a scary devil, more like the kind that whispers stuff in your ear and you’re like “yeah okay ruin my life” and you mean it. the whole thing is a visual novel so lots of reading, but the writing is actually not bad? it’s got this weird poetic thing going on where a sentence will start normal and then just. drift into something about silk or shame and you’re like wait what.

the transformation stuff. it’s not just “oh i like dresses now”. it’s more like the character’s whole body is changing, and the devil is helping, and there’s this one scene where you’re looking in a mirror and the reflection isn’t yours anymore but it’s also more you than ever. i don’t know if that makes sense. the sissy angle is there but it’s not like those hypno games where it’s just captions and spirals, it’s more like a slow burn where you realize the guy is actually becoming something else, physically. there’s a futa moment that i won’t spoil but let’s just say the devil has a surprise and it’s not a tail. i wish there was more voice acting, even bad voice acting would be funny, but it’s just text and some ambient sounds that loop weirdly.

the art is. okay it’s not polished at all, like someone drew it in a hurry but also with a lot of feeling? the devil character has these eyes that follow you and the anatomy is wrong in a way that makes it hotter somehow. i kept clicking through dialogue just to get to the next cg and then feeling guilty because the story was actually making me feel things. it’s not a happy game. it’s like if a coming out story was also a horror movie but also a porno. i don’t know who this is for. people who like feeling confused and turned on at the same time i guess. the ending made me stare at my screen for a bit and then i closed the tab and opened it again. so there’s that.

The big one, the one that makes my jaw ache just looking at it, is Amber’s entire torso. Aark0 draws these lads with a weight that feels obscene, like the muscles have their own gravity. You get this scene early on, maybe twenty minutes in after swatting at mosquitos along the Colorado, where the canvas tent rips. Just a little tear. But through it, you see Gabriel, the quiet one with the beard, stripped down and using a wet rag to wipe river silt from his chest. The way the water sits in the little dip of his collarbone. I stared at that single frame for maybe five minutes until my phone dimmed. The art doesn’t look finished around the edges, like a rushed pencil test, but that’s the charm? No, scrap that. It’s hot because it looks like a sketch someone drew with one hand.

Mateo is completely useless in a fight, by the way. There’s a moment where a jaguar lunges and he just freezes, which leads to a very prolonged sequence of having to pick thorns out of his backside while he groans into a hammock. The wound cleaning is absurdly detailed. You think you’re going to get a kiss or a heartfelt confession, but no, you just get a six-hour boat ride where they argue about burned beans. I wish there was a button to make the sound of the rapids shut up because it loops funny and I kept checking if my actual faucet was dripping. But then you forget about that because Amber finds this mossy staircase and Gabriel bends him over a ruined altar so fast the “achievement unlocked” pop-up blocks the good angle. Pacing is like a soggy sandwich, all this bread about colonialism and geology, then suddenly a wet, messy filling you didn’t expect on page seventy-four. I still haven't beaten it.

So I’m playing this thing, right, and my first thought is who the fuck names their company Stunks Trading. Sounds like a front for selling expired cheese out of a van. But whatever, we’re the vice president, we’ve tanked the economy single handedly with bad bets, and the only fix is a shotgun wedding to some heiress. Classic. Lucy shows up looking like she stepped out of a Doris Day nightmare, all petticoats and casserole enthusiasm. The animated bits are janky in that specific way where a character’s mouth moves three seconds after the dialogue, which I live for. Pure camp.

Then the wedding night hits and surprise, bitch. That tradwife is packing more than just a killer meatloaf recipe. The whole game becomes this deliciously messy dance of choices where you’re trying to figure out if you’re horrified, turned on, or just really committed to saving your shitty import export business. The teasing scenes are where it’s at. There’s one moment where Lucy, still in the full June Cleaver getup, just gives you this look over a mixing bowl, and the tension is so thick you could frost a cake with it. The writing is horny but also weirdly sweet, like it can’t decide if it wants to be a raunchy comedy or a genuine romance route and honestly, neither can I. The lesbian tag is there but it’s more of a vibe, a side character who keeps giving my female protagonist the eyes, and I kept getting distracted trying to ditch my femboy husband for her which I’m pretty sure isn’t the main plot.

The contradictions are baked right in. One minute you’re having a heartfelt chat about gender expression over burnt cookies, the next you’re choosing dialogue options that sound like they were written by a closeted 1950s ad man having a panic attack. The gay tag feels misleading though, it’s more about a very specific femme presentation than a male/male dynamic, which bugged me for a hot second before I got distracted by a truly unhinged cooking minigame that I failed spectacularly. Never did figure out if that mattered for the ending. Probably not.