Arthur already has that whole golden boy thing going on, king of Camelot, shining armor, pretty speeches about honor and whatever. But this game basically asks: what happens when all that noble shit hits a wall made of pure pussy and bad decisions. You wake up in his skin, and you can kind of feel it right away, he’s not built for what’s coming. The court still sings about loyalty, about knights and purity, while your wife, Guinevere, is getting slowly pulled away from you by the one guy you should trust the most. Lancelot doesn’t just want her, he wants to ruin everything by taking her little by little, touch by touch, until your proud queen turns into a trembling mess who can’t say no to him anymore. The story doesn’t waste time on side stuff. It’s a straight kinetic ride where you mostly just watch it all unravel, like a slow car crash where the airbags are big tits and messy creampies.

The pacing is actually nasty in a good way. Guinevere doesn’t go from “my dear husband” to “fuck me rough, Lancelot” in one click. It crawls. First it’s that aching guilt in her face when he gets too close, his hand pressed against her lower back a bit too long in the hallway, his fingers brushing over her ass through the dress while he whispers that Arthur is too busy for her. Then you get a scene where he pushes her against a stone pillar, groping her tits through the fabric, and you feel that moment where she should pull away but just kind of… freezes. The CGs lean into that, with those tight shots of her lips slightly open, eyes wet, thighs pressed together, and you know she’s already halfway lost. It’s all very “fantasy courtly drama” on the surface, but every event is basically foreplay for the next betrayal. When they finally cross the line, it’s raw: him bending her over the bed that was supposed to be yours, slapping her big ass as he rams into her, his cum leaking out of her used pussy while she tries to tell herself it was a mistake. Spoiler: it’s not the last time, not even close.

What I liked way too much, as someone who always wants that 100% gallery, is how the sex escalates like a fucked up skill tree. You think, ok, he already fucked her, we’re done. But then there’s a scene in the royal bath where he orders her to get on her knees between his legs, and the camera practically lives in that sloppy blowjob, her hand wrapping around his shaft, drool dripping down, his fingers tangled in her hair. Later, when he titfucks her, those huge tits look almost comical trying to wrap around his cock, but the devs commit, they give you that moment of her looking up, cheeks flushed, nipples stiff, while his dick slides between them and smears pre all over. And they don’t chicken out on group stuff either. Once he fully breaks her, he’s not satisfied with just taking the queen for himself. He brings in “trusted” knights, treats her like a prize on display. There’s this brutal scene in a torchlit chamber where Guinevere is sandwiched between armor and muscle, one guy pounding her pussy raw from behind, another shoving his cock between her lips, her moaning and choking, tearing up while Lancelot watches with that smug look. Cum on her face, cum dripping from her used hole, a messy creampie staining the royal sheets right after she’d sworn loyalty to Arthur in public. It’s netorare at its most mean: you sit there in Arthur’s role, forced to watch your own legend rot from the inside, while your queen turns into the castle’s favorite toy and you can’t click your way to a happy end. The fact it’s all linear kind of fits, like destiny itself is just laughing and pushing you deeper into the mud.