First time I saw this thing, I laughed at the title and thought it would be another fake edgy porn game that pretends to be dark and then gives you high school drama. It really is not that. The world here feels like someone took a fairytale kingdom, flipped it into a cold matriarchal dictatorship, then forgot to clean up all the blood and semen on the way out. You play this royal bastard, Mordred, stuck inside an order of female knights that looks holy on the outside and rots everywhere inside. Half of your time you are talking in candle-lit halls, watching armored women argue about justice while their boots are still wet from torture. The other half, you're either getting your cock worshipped or crushed by the same women who just gave a speech about honor. It has this strange animation style for the cutscenes, where faces twitch a bit too long, eyes linger a bit too low, and the camera loves legs a lot more than is healthy. Not that I complain. I will still complain that some hair keeps clipping through armor slightly in one of the early scenes and now I can't unsee it, thanks.

The cutscenes work like little theater plays. One moment you're in the chapel while a knight commander lectures Mordred about loyalty. You can choose to be respectful, mocking, or quietly plotting. If you push her too far, next scene she has you alone, back pressed to a stone pillar, gauntleted hand around your throat, other hand unbuckling your belt, her voice totally calm as she jerks you off like it's just another punishment. The animation is not "clean", it has small weird movements, fingers pressing into skin, her lips brushing your ear when she whispers about how dogs shouldn't cum before their mistress. And then another route lets you flip it, pin her instead, push her on her knees so her polished boots are on your shoulders while you fuck her mouth, the camera staying low on the floor to show her drool hitting the stone. It all feels like somebody actually thought about power, not just tits. Sometimes the pacing is terrible. There's a scene with a healer knight who spends so much time talking about ethics that by the time she finally lowers herself and licks along your shaft, I almost forgot this was porn and not a weird philosophy podcast on Spotify. But when her hands glow and she "tests" your body with magic while sucking you off, the mix of healing light and messy blowjob is honestly hot in a way I didn't expect.

What caught me is how the game keeps switching between being horny and being kind of mean. You have these RPG bits, turn based fights where you pick skills while staring at women in heavy armor who later will make you kiss their feet as reward or as humiliation, depending if you played submissive or manipulative in dialog before. One battle ends, and immediately you get a quiet little romance moment on the battlements, your commander resting her legs in your lap, telling you a story about the revolution while she uses your tongue on her toes like it's the most normal thing. The camera focuses on her feet, then her tired face, then your wet chin. Feels intimate and fucked up at same time. Sometimes Mordred sounds like a smug porn protagonist, sometimes more like a 4chan user who accidentally grew a conscience, and the game doesn't decide which version is real. That weird inconsistency somehow works. Oral scenes are everywhere: knights using you to blow off stress before councils, a noble girl who never touched a sword but uses her soft hands on your cock with this almost terrified curiosity, a rough alleyway encounter where you shove a rebel priestess to her knees and grab her hair so hard you see tears mix with spit. And yeah, some romance is there too, quiet scenes where you share stories on a bunk, fingers brushing, no sex at all, which almost feels more indecent because you know what both of you are capable of. The AI-ish CG makes some poses look slightly unnatural, like joints bending a bit off, but it adds this uncanny vibe that fits a world where power and affection are always twisted. I kinda wish they fixed that one scene where the armor strap just disappears between frames. They won't. And I will keep noticing it while I watch a holy knight choke on Mordred's cock like faith alone will not save her.

Mickie starts as that kind of guy you scroll past in a Discord server and forget in two seconds. Plain job, plain apartment, plain everything, like a default avatar with a pulse. Then the game basically grabs him by the balls, laughs a bit, and starts taking them away. The transformation stuff doesn’t slam you all at once, it sneaks in, one little change at a time. First it’s small tweaks in his body that you can just ignore if you pretend hard enough, then curves, then that moment in the mirror where you see a stranger with a soft face and big tits looking back and you realise “oh shit, that’s me.” The game really likes to linger on those transitions: watching his chest swell, hips pushing out, ass filling his underwear while he’s still trying to think in “bro” language. There’s a scene where he’s in bed, just trying to jerk off like usual, and his grip shifts, his breathing changes, fingers trail over his chest instead, and for a second he’s more curious than scared. That little “did I just moan like a girl?” panic hits kind of hard. It feels messy and horny and confusing in a way that’s weirdly honest.

It presents as a dating sim on the surface, but the fun is how much of it is just Mickie trying to renegotiate his own body one touch at a time. You get that slow slide from “what’s happening to me” to “ok but what if I squeeze a bit harder” to “why does my pussy get wet when this person talks nice to me.” The 3D models help a lot here, because the dev really likes big asses and it shows. Every new curve gets its own moment, especially when you end up in cramped spaces with someone who just cannot keep their hands to themselves. There’s teasing everywhere, like the game is edging you on purpose: groping through clothes, someone “helping” her adjust her tight top, awkward kisses that turn into messy oral because neither side wants to stop. One scene in particular stood out to me: Mickie kneeling in front of a love interest, cheeks flushed, clearly still not used to her new mouth and tongue, trying to give oral like she remembers guys doing in porn, then slowly relaxing into it when she realises she actually likes the taste and the control. Later on, when vaginal sex opens up as an option, the first time she feels herself being stretched, there’s this mix of fear, curiosity, and “oh fuck do that again” that pops up in the text. The game doesn’t shy away from masturbation either, and it’s not just one animation loop. It gives you those private moments where she is alone, figuring out what fingers feel best where, rubbing that newly sensitive clit, dripping on the sheets, and getting embarrassed about how loud she was. There are a couple of routes that are kind of awkward and one character who feels like a discount otome love interest imported from another game and shoved in, but honestly, by the time Mickie is grinding in someone’s lap, big tits bouncing, getting groped from behind and gasping like she forgot how to breathe, it’s hard to care. The fantasy setting around it kind of flickers in and out of focus, sometimes it feels like the world exists just to give her more places to get railed, sometimes it suddenly wants you to care about some quest, then it goes back to handjobs under the table like nothing happened. I wish the UI text was less tiny on my phone browser, but that’s apparently my curse with these games, I always end up pinching the screen mid sex scene. Anyway, by the time you realise Mickie isn’t “he” anymore in your head, she’s already there in the story: a fully shaped, horny, confused, very fuckable girl trying to date, tease, and get off in a world that won’t stop touching her.

Heavy metal sky, poison fog somewhere far under your feet, and you stuck on this floating rust bucket where everybody pretends they’re professional and noble until the lights go dim and belts come off. That’s the vibe here. You’re the new guy on the elite resource crew, supposed to be all serious with scanners and oxygen levels and “mission focus,” but half your brain is already thinking about that mechanic girl in the hangar who keeps “checking” your harness straps way too slow. On the surface it’s all sci-fi gear, suits, fancy tools, but between trips it turns into something closer to a porn hub search history that learned how to walk. You go from briefing room to blowjob in a storage closet faster than Discord goes from “hey guys” to full rule 34. Some of the scenes hit hard out of nowhere too. One moment you’re watching the airship drift through this neon green cloud, listening to some low hum like a chill lo-fi playlist, next moment you’re on your knees between someone’s thighs, hands tied to a pipe, feeling her thighs push your face deeper while she rides your mouth like it’s the last oxygen tank on the ship. The animation has this slightly off timing sometimes, which weirdly makes it feel more real, like when a horny cam model’s camera lags on Chaturbate and your brain just fills in the movement anyway.

What I liked is how the sex isn’t just “reward unlocked, congrats, here is generic pose number three.” There’s this scene after a rough mission where you stumble back to your bunk, sweating, gear still half on, and this older officer follows you in, locks the hatch, pushes you to sit, then just sinks down on your cock without a word. No slow fade, no speech, just this desperate grind. You feel the airship tilt a bit, alarms muffled in the background, and she clamps down on you right when some turbine roars outside. She rides you hard, nails digging into your shoulders, and when she makes you cum inside her, it doesn’t cut away. She just stays there, full of you, breathing heavy, one gloved hand on your chest, and you see your cum leak out slowly when she finally lifts off and tells you to “suit up again, hero.” That creampie shot with the light from a cracked porthole flickering over her skin honestly stuck in my head more than the big “story” moment before it. Funny thing, the UI color drives me crazy, by the way, this weird shade that looks like someone tried to copy Spotify in low light and failed. Anyway, the BDSM bits start almost playful then escalate, like the first time they strap you to that inspection table “for a safety scan” and suddenly the restraints tighten more than they need to. There’s a scene where they gag you with an air filter strap and use you until you’re basically just a toy, and at the same time the game pretends it’s still about keeping the city alive. It lies. This thing is about mouths full of cock in maintenance shafts, messy cream dripping onto cold metal floors, and that strange feeling when you’re hanging from a cable over the toxic fog thinking about how good it felt when the captain’s boot pressed between your shoulder blades while she rode you from behind and told you you’re just another resource to extract.

Dawn Chorus: Halloween feels like that one horny weekend trip you still think about years later, except it happens in the middle of cold-ass Norway and everyone is a fluffy guy with problems and a nice ass. You play as this bird dude dropped into a science camp above the arctic circle, staying in a guesthouse that looks way too cozy for how much pent-up sexual tension is inside. Snow outside, warm rooms, awkward nerd energy, guys in hoodies, the kind of setting where a simple “hey, wanna share a blanket” suddenly feels like foreplay. It sells itself as wholesome, and yeah, there are sweet moments, but the whole thing sits right on that edge where a shy hand brush on the couch feels filthier than straight-up porn. You’re hanging around with other guys, all furry, all different vibes: the quiet one who looks like he’d break if you kissed him too hard, the friend from your past who knows exactly which buttons to push, the one who tries to act normal during a ghost story but his tail is puffed up to hell. The Halloween angle lets the game push the tension harder: dim lights, fake horror stories, people crammed together in too-small rooms, everyone pretending they’re scared of ghosts when they’re actually terrified of being the first one to say “I like you, like you.”

The lewd part is less “dicks in your face in two clicks” and more “I’m horny because he sat a little too close during the horror movie.” You pick dialogue, you choose who you stick with during night walks, who you follow when they sneak off the living room, and the payoffs feel earned. There are scenes where you stand outside in the cold, breath fogging in the air, this big furry guy beside you, shoulders touching, and the game just lets you sit there in that painful, delicious almost-kiss. Then later it actually lets you go further, and when the clothes start coming off it feels like finally scratching a deep itch. Some routes get very gay and very direct, like hands wandering under blankets and heavy breathing in a guesthouse corridor that really needs better soundproofing. One moment you’re listening to some dumb campfire story, next moment you’re pressed against a wall, kissing so hard you forget the damn ghost subplot even existed. It annoyed me when a choice I thought was flirty turned out to be just “good friend” energy and nothing spicy came out of it, and the pacing sometimes feels like edging for too long, but at the same time that slow burn makes the first time you actually get your tongue in someone’s mouth hit way harder. It’s a cozy Halloween, gay furry romance where the real horror is how turned on you get from a shy smile and a tail twitch.