War, horny elves, and a city that feels like it never sleeps because something awful is always crawling in the shadows. That’s the mood here. You’re this guy Nathan, last scraps of a famous monster hunting family, trying to keep your head straight while the world goes straight to hell. The elven empress is basically doing a fantasy genocide speedrun, bodies on the streets, burned-out homes, and in the middle of all this horror you’ve got monster girls with ridiculous tits pressing against you in dark alleys and half-ruined temples. It sounds silly when I write it, but in the game it actually hits kind of hard. One scene you’re walking through Veskar with ACA patrols, rain on the pavement, corpses under sheets. Next scene, a demon milf with eyes like molten gold has you pinned to a wall, whispering in your ear how “strong your bloodline is” while grinding that huge ass on you. It shouldn’t work. It absolutely works.

I like how the game doesn’t treat the porn like a separate side dish. Sex just crashes into the story, same as the violence does. You might be questioning a cultist, everything tense and quiet, and suddenly the candles flare, something supernatural slips into the room, and now you’re in this half-possessed threesome with a horned mystery girl and a very annoyed, very stacked elf officer. There’s one early encounter where a big-titted wolf-girl you’re supposed to capture instead drags you into a half-collapsed warehouse, claws at your clothes, and you get this rough, desperate fuck with broken glass and moonlight all around. While she rides you, she keeps switching between snarling monster and soft, needy girl, and your choices there actually change how she acts later. I love that. I also hate it, because I missed one option, reloaded, then missed a different one, closed the tab, opened Reddit, then came back again like a clown. The game has that effect. It makes you chase scenes you didn’t even know you wanted.

Visually, the girls lean heavy into that thick fantasy look: wide hips, heavy curves, hair all over the place. The monster traits are not subtle. Horns, tails, glowing marks, weird eyes that look at you like they already undressed your soul. There’s this mysterious priestess type with a “pure” white dress that clings to her massive chest in a way no priest outfit ever would, and when she finally drops the holy act and climbs on top of you during a ritual, the whole room goes red with floating runes. It’s messy, a bit janky sometimes, and some poses look like they were figured out at 3 in the morning after too much coffee, but honestly that gives it charm. The horror parts even made me pause once, which almost never happens in porn games. One nightmare sequence where you chase your missing sister through a ruined Veskar street, shadows laughing, then you wake up hard as a rock with a monster girl sitting on your lap, asking if you “dreamed of her again.” I still don’t know if that line is hot or fucked up. Possibly both. Which fits this whole thing a bit too well.

Ayako wakes up in a body that still remembers how to fight, how to fuck, how to obey certain voices in her head, but not who she really is. That is basically the opening mood here: this weird mix of horny confusion, old myth stuff and a girl who knows she used to be terrifying. The game throws you straight into her fake “normal” life, where she’s stuck in this glossy modern city that feels like a cheap set. She moves through it, clicking on doors, phones, neon-lit streets, and all the time the framing is like some animation storyboard that never got finished. Camera angles hold a bit too long, some cuts feel slightly off, like the editor went for a smoke and never came back. Honestly, I kind of like that. There is this rough timing in the cutscenes that makes Ayako’s blank stare feel more broken than sexy at first, and then suddenly the scene shifts and she’s on her knees, mouth open, because someone whispered the right phrase and that “hunter” instinct is now just a puppet string. The whole oral stuff is framed almost like ritual sometimes: slow shots of her lips, lingering on spit and tongue, like the camera is trying to remember something at the same time as her.

The lesbian tension is not subtle, and that is good. When Yumi shows up, she has this soft, almost gamer-girl vibe at first, but the way the shots linger on hands, thigh touches, that slow press of bodies when they think they’re alone, it feels like the animator is low‑key obsessed with girls grinding on each other. There is one scene where Ayako is supposed to focus on some mythological clue, some symbol tied to old Asian underworld lore, but instead the framing just keeps going back to her fingers twitching near her own pussy as Yumi talks, like her body is answering a different question. She ends up masturbating in a small side room while a demon voice in her head feeds her flashes of past battles mixed with images of Yumi’s tongue between her legs. The cut is brutal, no smooth build up, it just jumps from quiet mystery to her gasping and fingering herself, thighs shaking. Then back to plot like nothing happened. It’s messy, but it feels real in this porn-brain way. The mind control angle hits hardest when Rin appears. Rin doesn’t even need to touch her; the voice alone tilts the whole scene. You can see it in the way the camera slightly drops below eye level whenever Rin speaks, giving Ayako this small, almost lost look, then suddenly she’s taking orders, tasting demon essence on her tongue, half in ecstasy, half in terror, and we never really get a clean line between what she chooses and what’s being pushed into her skull. The supernatural stuff is everywhere in the background, glowing symbols, distorted shadows, those brief flashes of Yomi that burn through a frame like a glitch, but your eyes keep ending up on wet lips, shaking legs, two girls clinging to each other in the dark while something old and hungry watches. It feels less like a nice polished hentai movie and more like opening a horny animator’s rough cut folder where nothing is properly labeled, but everything is way too personal.