Drok'tar looks like the kind of orc that should be smashing skulls, not asking polite questions in a sleepy little town, and that contrast is the first thing that hooked me. He stomps in with this huge body, thick arms, heavy chest, everything about him big and heavy and absolutely not subtle, yet the game starts with him basically doing detective work. You’re chatting up nervous villagers, poking around the outskirts, checking tracks, talking to guys who clearly just want to stare at his chest instead of answering anything. There is this funny rhythm where you’re half focused on clues and half distracted every time some other beefy guy shows up and the game camera suddenly decides that pecs and thighs are more important than whatever crime or bounty you were supposed to care about. It feels like the game also lost interest in the investigation, which honestly matches how I was playing it.

The pixel art is doing a lot of work here. It is chunky and simple, but still very horny somehow. Drok'tar’s torso is like 80 percent of the screen in some scenes, broad as a door, nipples clearly defined even in tiny pixels, and when you meet the dragon guy in the hills, the scale is just stupid in a good way. Huge neck, long tail curling around the rocks, that smug face looking down at this orc like “you are not bringing me in, but I might let you worship me.” The sex scenes do not waste time pretending they are classy. Once you hit the right flags in dialog, things flip from rough small talk to “ok, strip, kneel, open up” with almost no transition. There’s a werewolf encounter in the forest where the whole tension is just “is this guy about to maul me or mount me” and the answer is both. Claw marks on Drok'tar’s back, then the wolf grabs his hips and slams in deep, and the screen shakes a little like some old SNES game glitching. It is ugly in a way I actually like. It feels raw, like a horny doodle that turned into a whole scene.

What surprised me is how the town gossip matters. You say the wrong thing to some random furry blacksmith and suddenly your next scene changes. Maybe you get pinned against the anvil and he fucks you rough, or maybe he just stares at you cold and the game denies you that whole route. I kind of hate that I missed one orc-on-orc scene because I said the polite answer instead of the slutty one, and there is no simple rewind, so I had to replay some boring walking. The writing is oddly sweet at times too, which almost annoyed me. One minute Drok'tar is swallowing a dragon’s fat cock, choking and drooling all over his abs, the next minute they are having this soft little conversation about work and loneliness. I liked it, then got mad at myself for liking it, then got distracted again by how the dragon’s balls are drawn almost too big for the sprite box. Also, tiny thing, the text box sometimes covers the best part of the art and it drove me crazy, but I kept clicking too fast and never really fixed it, just kept complaining to myself. Anyway, the game swings between horny interrogation, clumsy investigation and full-on bara porn with orcs, wolves and dragons taking turns on each other, and somehow that messy mix makes it feel more alive than a lot of slicker stuff.

Laundry running, kid finally asleep, I open this thing on my old Chromebook like I’m checking Gmail, but no, it’s that angel game again. The one where “guardian angel” doesn’t mean cute fluffy wings and Bible stories, but huge cocky bastard from heaven who shows up at a normal school and casually treats everyone like little toys. It looks like some chill school story at first, text boxes and character portraits, nothing crazy, so if someone walks behind you it almost passes for regular visual novel, until the angel starts talking about how he could crush the whole town under his feet if he got bored. The power fantasy flips so hard it feels like I’m the fragile one, not in some emotional deep way, just literally tiny meat bag standing in front of a smug god with a dick that probably has its own gravity field. The writing is kinda goofy sometimes, like you can feel it’s an indie thing, but then there’s this scene where he grows mid-conversation and the camera just keeps “zooming” text-wise, like they describe students staring up his abs, then his chest, then his face way above, and I’m suddenly way too turned on to care about grammar or if the background art loops.

There’s this path where one of the students tries to act all tough, like “we’re the chosen class, we can handle responsibility” and the angel just laughs in his face and pins him with one toe, not even full foot, just the toe, and talks about how easy it is to make humans obey if you press just a little harder. That scene ruined my focus for the rest of the night, I kept alt-tabbing between this and my budgeting sheet on Google Sheets, pretending I’m doing something useful while reading about some holy bully slowly making boys accept they’re small, weak, and honestly kinda into it. Sometimes the jokes land weird, like they’ll crack a silly school gag right after a pretty brutal humiliation moment, which threw me off, and one dialog choice felt pointless, I clicked the “defy him” option and it still curved back to the same outcome, but then the next scene where he makes them look up at his growing size and describe every little change in his body, that had me clenching the chair harder than I want to admit. The nice thing is it doesn’t waste time with 10 hours of buildup, it’s short, direct, like “here’s the premise, here’s the angel, now watch him play god with horny teenagers who don’t know if they want to worship him or run away”. I keep telling myself I’ll just replay one route while the washing machine finishes, then I’m sitting there with wet clothes still inside, reading about some kid realizing that “guardian” doesn’t mean “protector”, it means “owns your ass spiritually and physically” and my to-do list goes straight to hell.

Alister is the kind of horny disaster that walks into a scene like he owns it and then immediately proves he has no idea what the fuck is going on. Demon, ripped, cocky, literally dragged out of hell and dropped into this pretty, fucked up fantasy world where everyone either wants to use him, fuck him, or both at once. The game just throws you into his vibe without a big tutorial lecture. One moment he’s pissed about being yanked out of hell, next moment he’s in front of this disgraced prince who looks like he hasn’t slept since his last royal scandal, and a tiny gnome bard who flirts with anything that has a pulse and probably a few things that don’t. You just kinda roll with it. I liked that the first really horny moment didn’t feel like “okay now is the sex scene,” it creeps in under the banter. A hand on his chest holds just half a second longer, a gaze drops to his hips, someone makes a joke that is way too loaded, and suddenly you’re sitting there, dick in your hand, pretending you’re still reading for the story. Sure.

What surprised me is how romantic and trashy it feels at the same time. You get this ex-prince trying to act all noble and serious while his eyes very clearly keep checking out Alister’s body, tracing the lines of his abs, his shoulders, the way his tail moves when he’s annoyed. He says things like “this is strictly professional” right after you pick the dialogue option that has you pressing him against a wall in some corridor lit with torches that flicker like they know what’s about to happen. It’s not subtle. The writing lets you choose if Alister leans into being a seductive bastard or acts confused by how fast mortals get horny, and both paths feel dirty in a fun way. I had him pretend he’s above all this “mortal lust” while describing in detail how the prince’s hands feel on his thighs. That hypocrisy is hot. Then there’s the gnome, Alek, who is small, smug and basically a walking thirst comment section. He’s strumming his lute, making filthy little songs about demon dick, and when you encourage him he turns that energy on you, climbing into your space like size is just a suggestion. The game really likes playing with power and who’s actually in charge in the moment. Sometimes you’re the big scary demon using your strength to pin a guy down, other times you end up on your knees because someone figured out that demons are weak to praise and a firm grip around their horns. The game does romance, but it never forgets to be horny first, feelings later, and then suddenly you care way too much if this idiot prince actually likes you or just wants the monster in your pants.

The pacing is a bit weird, like a feast where you get dessert before the main dish. You slam into some spicy stuff early, hands wandering, suggestive touching, a nice long look at Alister’s body where the camera definitely knows what part people care about, and then it pulls back into plot talk about warlocks and kingdoms and “honor.” I was there like, yeah yeah, political fallout, but can we go back to when he was breathing against my neck and calling me dangerous. At the same time, the small things are what stuck with me. Like one scene where they’re camping, and you can choose to sit closer to the fire or closer to Izaak. If you sit by him, his knee brushes yours, and he doesn’t move away. It’s nothing, but it’s not nothing. Or when Alek casually asks if demons can cum more than once and delivers it like he’s asking about the weather, then grins when Alister chokes on his drink. Stuff like that makes the world feel horny even when nobody is naked yet. I kinda wish there was an option to be more mean with your flirting, like really corrupt the prince, drag him into something filthy he’ll hate himself for loving, but maybe that’s me being too spicy. Anyway, if you’re the type who likes big bodies, messy power dynamics, and that slow slide from “I summoned a monster” to “I’m riding him and moaning his name like a prayer I’m not supposed to say,” then just let this game happen to you and don’t rush. Take time with the dialogue choices, push a little on the borders, and when the scene turns hot, actually read it instead of skipping for the CG. There’s a lot of fun in making Alister say the wrong thing on purpose and then fucking his way out of trouble.

You arrive at this quiet little island full of monks expecting bored chanting, cold stone floors and a lot of “yes, Father, no, Father”. Instead, the first thing that hits you is how every single guy here looks like he escaped from a thirst trap Twitter thread. Big shoulders, heavy robes that don’t hide much, soft voices that sound polite but keep slipping into something way too intimate. They call each other “Brother” and it somehow sounds filthier than if they just said “hey dude”. It’s a priory, sure. But it’s also basically a horny pressure cooker in a fancy library.

On paper you’re just a new scribe, helping build some grand magical tome together, copying runes, learning the rules, trying not to set anything on fire. In reality you’re stuck in this weird fantasy monastery where every study session threatens to turn into something you really shouldn’t be doing next to sacred candles. That quiet, awkward guy who corrects your grammar in the margin? Watch him loosen his collar and suddenly he’s pressing you against the bookshelf, whispering how “the Sisters are always watching” while his hand goes lower anyway. The arrogant prodigy who acts like he knows every spell already? He’s the one who blushes the hardest when you decide to test how much focus he really has during a late night “review”. A simple choice like staying behind to help clean the scriptorium can spiral into a slow burn moment where you’re both standing too close, fingers brushing over the same page, and nobody steps back. Or sometimes it’s not slow at all. Sometimes it’s rough breaths in the dark corner, robes pushed aside, ink still drying on your hands while he grinds against you like he’s been waiting months.

The whole thing plays out like this gay fantasy drama where magic research, religious duty and raw physical need keep crashing into each other. People argue about spell theory in the morning and then end up panting into each other’s necks at night, swearing it was a one time mistake, obviously not happening again, until it does. You get pulled into mysteries about what the priory is really doing, where the powers come from, why some of the Brothers wake up shaking from dreams they refuse to describe, while you’re still trying to decide whose bed you actually want to sneak into. Some scenes are slow and romantic, bodies pressed together while candlelight flickers and one of them admits he’s terrified of losing you. Others are downright filthy, with your back hitting old stone, your robe rucked up around your waist and a big, desperate monk rutting into you like confession is just a suggestion. And it never feels like cheap porn pasted on top of story; the sex grows straight out of all that tension you’ve been building with these guys, one choice at a time, until resisting them just doesn’t make sense anymore.