You start as this worn-out priest, the kind of man who’s seen too much war and not enough peace. He’s got that quiet authority, the type that doesn’t need to shout to make people obey. The town he moves into looks calm at first glance - green hills, soft light, all that - but it hides a mess of broken souls and dirty secrets. Slavery’s legal here, though not exactly cheap, so what you end up with are girls who’ve been through things. They flinch when touched, they test your patience, they crave attention in ways they don’t even understand. And you? You’re supposed to “train” them. Whatever that means depends on how far you’re willing to go.

It’s not just about spanking or groping, though there’s plenty of that if you push the right buttons. It’s about control, slow corruption, the way someone starts looking at you differently after a few nights of discipline mixed with affection. One moment she’s trembling, the next she’s begging for more. There’s something raw about it, something that feels wrong but also weirdly tender. The game doesn’t rush you; it lets you breathe between the filth. Sometimes you just sit there watching her try to please you, clumsy and shy, and you can almost forget she used to be terrified of you. Then she slips up, says something defiant, and you remember exactly who’s in charge.

The fantasy world stuff - elves, magic, holy symbols - it’s mostly background noise for the real thing: power and surrender. You can play gentle priest or ruthless master, or both depending on your mood. The animations hit that sweet spot between awkward and hot, like someone actually trying instead of posing. There’s even a bit of romance buried under all the punishment, if you squint. Not perfect, not polished, but maybe that’s why it works. It feels messy, human, like lust written by someone who’s lived it instead of imagined it.

You wake up as Lieutenant Arkay, already balls deep in Empire bullshit and not even sure if you’re the bad guy or just the horny one who signed the wrong paper. General Orbius dumps you on this secret research station called S.H.A.D.O.W., floating in space, quiet and cold, with that soft humming sound in the background that makes everything feel like it’s vibrating under your feet. Doors slide open with that smooth hiss, lights bloom across the floor, and every corridor feels like it’s hiding some dirty secret around the corner. It’s all very sci-fi and serious at first, then the “research” part hits: monster girls in containment, clone soldiers that look almost the same until you notice their tits or their eyes or the way they bite their lip when you grab them by the throat. There’s this weird mix of military discipline and pure filth that actually works. You’re still writing daily reports for the Empire, but between lines you’re thinking “yeah, I made her cum 3 times and then filled her ass, is that classified too, sir?”

The game plays like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re pretending to do your duty, checking data on some console like a good officer, next you’re cornering a clone in a maintenance bay, hand on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse while the other one slides into her panties. The detail is nice in a dirty way: her breath getting shorter when you grope her, the way her thighs press together when you tease instead of fuck, the sticky sound when you finally push in after too much teasing. There is one scene where you’re in this observation room, watching a monster girl train with a group of clone girls. It starts as “combat exercise” and ends as you, behind one-way glass, jerking off while the monster girl pins one clone to the floor and licks her all over, and the others pile in. Full on group sex, tails wrapping around waists, hands everywhere, one of them riding a toy while you decide if you join them or just keep being the pervy voyeur. I actually liked the titfuck scenes more than I expected, which is stupid, because usually I skip those. Here, one MILF scientist in a tight uniform kneels in front of you in some random lab, pops her tits out of the white coat, grabs your cock and presses her soft boobs around it, slow, sticky strokes, leaving little smears of precum on her skin. You can feel in your mind that warm, slick slide, her glasses slightly crooked because you pulled her hair too hard. And I still think the anal scenes are the best part, except they kinda aren’t, except they are. The pacing is a bit strange: sometimes you spend too long just walking around the station, touching consoles, listening to Orbius talk about “important projects” while you’re just here waiting to creampie another clone. At one point I got stuck wondering if the clones even remember who fucked them yesterday or if it’s all blended into one long mission report titled “Arkay abuses his authority again.” Anyway, I got distracted by this tiny thing: the sound of doors. They always make the same noise, and now my brain links it with “someone is about to get groped.” It’s annoying. I kinda love it. I was going to say something about the fantasy part with the monster girls wielding strange powers, but now I just remember the way one of them clamps down around your cock when you push in her pussy while her tentacles hold another girl open for you, and yeah, whatever, lore can wait.

Rowan is supposed to be the boring happy-ending guy. War hero, tiny village, hot wife who actually loves him, all that fairy tale stuff. Then the game basically grabs him by the balls and drags him back into the kind of world you’d expect from some depressed fantasy writer who jerks off to demon girls. You start with this vibe of “retired hero, quiet married life,” and in like five clicks you’re knee-deep in demons, cult shit, political mess, and way too many chances to ruin your marriage just because somebody looked at you with glowing eyes and big tits. It pretends to be about grand fantasy and the six kingdoms, peace after the big war, blah blah, but the real hook is watching Rowan and Alexia slowly bend, crack, and sometimes completely snap under pressure. You’re pushing them into deals with monsters and nobles, letting them get corrupted, watching them cheat or get used, then acting surprised like “wow, how did this happen.” Yeah, sure. Totally an accident when you sent your wife into that obviously horny monster girl’s lair in lingerie.

The whole thing is built around choices that feel like you’re playing with their souls instead of stats. Sometimes you’re managing the castle and moving troops, and it looks almost normal, like a strategy sim wearing a cheap porn costume. Then out of nowhere you’re arranging a threesome, or letting your hero get pegged by some smug demon, or forcing him to watch as his wife “negotiates” with a noble who has more gold than morals. One moment you’re clicking through political scenes that feel straight out of some low-budget Witcher fanfic, next you’re in a sweaty lesbian ritual with a priestess who clearly skipped the part of the holy book about modesty. There are futa demons with cocks that look like they have their own skill tree, horny elves who act like they discovered group sex and never stopped, and that one early scene where you know you shouldn’t flirt with the mysterious woman, but your dick does the decision-making and the game quietly writes your marriage’s death flag in the background. Sometimes it leans into female domination so hard Rowan basically turns into a toy in his own story, and sometimes you steer Alexia into being the one who gets off on being “pure” while doing the filthiest oral in the realm. Half the fun is that you’re never really sure if you’re still the hero, or just the bastard pulling all the strings while the world rots in a very hot, very wet way.

The story kicks off in a way that feels almost accidental - like you weren’t supposed to see this world, but now you’re too deep to leave. You’re Jevan, a dark elf with too many secrets and not enough patience for anyone’s bullshit. The city of Mizea looks alive, breathing in its own filth and luxury at the same time. One alley smells like spice and perfume, the next like blood and sweat. Everyone wants something from you - gold, flesh, loyalty - and most of them don’t ask nicely. The game doesn’t hold your hand; it just throws you into a mess of power plays, mind tricks, and people who’d rather kneel than think for themselves. It’s not romantic. It’s raw, a bit cruel, and weirdly hot in that “I shouldn’t enjoy this” kind of way.

What really sticks is how it mixes the fantasy and the filth. You’ve got magic circles glowing under trembling bodies, whispered spells that make someone moan instead of scream, and that feeling of control that’s both intoxicating and a little scary. There’s a lot of domination, sure, but it’s not cartoonish - it’s more psychological, like watching someone slowly give up their will because they *want* to. The animations hit that sweet spot between rough and elegant; you can tell the devs cared about the rhythm of every scene. One moment you’re interrogating a traitor, the next you’re making her confess with her body instead of words. It’s messed up, but damn if it doesn’t pull you in.

You’ll probably find yourself staring too long at the details - the way skin catches light, the tiny expressions when shame turns into desire. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable, sometimes it’s addictive. The story pretends to be about politics and revenge, but it’s really about control - who has it, who loses it, and why that loss can feel better than victory. It’s the kind of game that makes you question whether you’re the predator or the one being played. Maybe both.