Temptation’s Ballad feels like someone took a horny D&D session, removed the shy players, pumped the bard full of slutty energy and then forgot to write a safe word. You start in this medieval fantasy city that pretends to be serious with demons and noble houses and gods and whatever, but the game is very honest about what actually matters: who you’re going to fuck, how badly you’re going to mess up your party’s reputation, and how much property damage your dick (or tits) indirectly causes. It calls itself “fairly linear” but it doesn’t feel stiff. More like a drunk march in one direction where you keep getting distracted by a hot ass in the alley, some half‑clothed monster girl in a tavern, or a noble milf who really needs “help” with her magic circle. One moment you’re trying to act like a real hero, the next you’re getting your face sat on by a smug futa demon who treats you like her favorite chew toy. The story leans on the classic trio of idiots party setup: disaster gay, smug bastard, and something in between that definitely should not be trusted around potions. Their banter is half the fun, because they talk like actual horny people who overshare, tease, flirt too hard, then pretend it was “just a joke” while obviously staring at each other’s bulges. There’s real romance in there, surprisingly soft sometimes, and the game just throws it next to scenes where someone is getting spanked in a backroom while a voyeur peeks through the cracks. It shouldn’t work together, but it does, like putting lube on holy water.

The erotic tone is really on that line between silly and nasty. You get all the classic stuff: sloppy oral, tits used like they’re religious objects, thick cocks that clearly don’t follow standard fantasy anatomy rules, creampies that would absolutely require healing spells after. The city of Axia feels like a sandbox for kinks, even if the main plot is straight like an arrow. You’ll walk into a side scene thinking “okay, just dialogue” and suddenly there is a dommy knight stepping on someone’s chest, or a monster girl wrapping a tail around a guy’s throat while riding him. There’s casual interracial stuff, big black cock jokes thrown in like shitposts, and netorare tension playing in the background when someone’s crush gets a little too cozy with a rival. The game never stops to politely explain corruption or cheating either, it just lets you sit there with that ugly horny feeling in your chest while a character moans another person’s name. Sometimes the pacing is a mess and a really nice emotional beat gets bulldozed by a sex scene with way too much groping and not enough build up, like the writer was afraid to let you breathe. I kinda hate that. I also kinda love it. The soundtrack is the quiet hero here, by the way. Fantasy tavern strings and flutes that slide into slow, bass‑heavy, low‑tempo tracks when clothes start coming off, the kind of music that makes you turn down your volume on Discord because you know exactly what you’re doing. There’s even this one track that loops during a teasing scene where a character keeps grinding on your lap but “won’t let you cum yet” and the rhythm matches the fucking text speed. That little sync made me laugh and then immediately shut up because it actually turned me on. It’s not a classy game. It doesn’t want to be. It’s messy, loud, horny, too obsessed with big boobs and bigger problems, and Axia feels like a place where every summer vacation ends with someone pregnant, corrupted, or tied to a bed. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

You start as the guy every NTR story loves to hate, but here you’re the one everyone secretly wants to fuck. No drama about feelings, no crying in the shower, just you walking around town, stacking numbers and ruining relationships for fun. The game throws you into this small city that feels like a horny version of a Facebook friend list: bored wives, frustrated girlfriends, “loyal” fiancées who stop being loyal the second you smile at them. It’s a sandbox, so nothing holds your hand. You just wander, click places, talk shit, flirt, push boundaries, then push them a lot harder. One second you’re casually chatting in a coffee shop, the next you’ve got someone’s big-titted girlfriend on her knees in the back alley, drooling on your cock and trying not to moan too loud because her boyfriend is literally a few meters away staring at his phone like an idiot.

The art is that kind of 2D that looks like it was made by a horny cartoonist who never learned “subtle”. Tits are huge, asses even bigger, everything jiggles when it should, sometimes when it shouldn’t, and the animations focus on the exact things you’re here for: a hand digging into a soft ass while you pound her pussy from behind, lips stretching around your dick, her mascara running while she tries to keep eye contact. There’s this one scene where you’re in some fake “yoga class”, and the instructor’s ass is just in your face in this impossible pose. You do a few dumb dialog choices, pretend to care about breathing and “inner peace”, and ten clicks later you’ve got her bent over the mat, her leggings halfway down, and she’s trying to keep her composure while you fuck her slow and deep. The game loves that contrast: calm setting, then suddenly her moans sync with the little looped animation of her cheeks clapping against your hips. It’s stupid. It’s hot. It works.

What I like is how often the game lets you be an absolute dick and still get rewarded. You can charm them, sure, but you can also just be this cocky bastard, grabbing their ass mid-sentence, shoving their face into your crotch while they “hesitate” for half a line before going full cock worship. There’s a lot of groping and teasing, you get scenes where you’re just casually feeling a girl up while her boyfriend is in the next room, and she whispers “don’t stop” even though her phone keeps lighting up with his messages. The dating sim layer is light but enough to loop you in: raising their affection, figuring out which joke will make them laugh, then using that trust to drag them into your orbit. You’ll go from flirty texts to them sitting in your lap, tits out, grinding on your hard dick while they pretend it’s “just for fun”. And yeah, sometimes the humor is dumb as hell, with stupid puns and over-the-top macho lines that made me roll my eyes, but then the game throws an animation of her sucking you messy, spit strings and everything, and suddenly that joke doesn’t matter anymore. It’s all about you being the bull in a world full of fragile little relationships just waiting to be split open.

Flaming Flagon feels like someone mixed Grindr, a horny DnD one-shot and a furry art Twitter feed, then tried to run it on your phone while half drunk. In a good way. You’re this guy who ends up working at a fantasy tavern, and every shift basically turns into “who am I going to flirt with, serve drinks to, or accidentally see naked behind the storeroom door” simulator. The place is full of big anthro dudes in armor, mages with too much chest fur showing, mercs with scars and thicker thighs than my whole body, that kind of vibe. It’s not shy about what it wants: hot guys, muscles, teasing, and scenes where you’re suddenly pressed against a wall by some sweaty adventurer asking if you close the bar early. You’re not just clicking through text like a zombie though, the choices actually poke at your horny little brain. Hold eye contact when the big wolf knight flexes while lifting a keg, or play it cool? Help the shy cat archer clean up after closing, or go “accidentally” check the bath area where the bull barbarian is clearly still washing his gear and definitely not just his gear.

What I really liked is how the lewd stuff kind of sneaks up on you. One moment you’re chatting about orders and who pays their tab, next moment the fox mage is leaning in too close, smelling like booze and magic, asking if you’ve ever tried “channeling energy” with a partner. And yeah, the sex scenes are dirty in a way that feels like they were written by someone who actually masturbates, not a committee. There’s grinding against the bar in the backroom, being pinned over a table while another patron is like two doors away, guys comparing pecs after a fight and it very quickly turning into grabbing and squeezing and “oh, you’re hard already?” type talk. Bodies are big, heavy, and you feel that in the writing: grabbing fur, licking sweat, getting your face stuffed into a chest and not complaining. Sometimes the game softens it with cute flirting and cheesy lines, then next click there’s explicit description of cock, tongue, knot, all that, like whiplash, but the fun kind. On mobile it weirdly works, swiping through while lying in bed, pretending you opened Twitter again when a notification pops up, even though your screen currently shows a dragon guy asking if he can “taste the help.” My only stupid tiny complaint: the game keeps making you carry kegs and trays, and I kept waiting for a scene where someone comments on how your arms get buff from all that work, and they just never do. Total missed fetish opportunity. Anyway, Flaming Flagon is messy, horny, and sometimes I forgot which guy I was flirting with because I was just staring at all that muscle and fur, but that’s honestly part of the charm.

Everything in this game starts with that awkward feeling of coming back to a place that’s supposed to be “home” but actually feels like a porn parody of your own memories. You’re this guy who returns to his old city for college, carrying some emotional baggage, a phone that never stops buzzing, and a dick that gets him in trouble every ten minutes. It pretends to be a normal school slice-of-life at first, like “oh, classes, dorms, new people”, then suddenly you’re in a party bathroom getting a messy drunk blowjob from someone whose name you don’t even remember, while your in-game notifications keep reminding you you’ve got an exam tomorrow. There’s this really specific vibe: half coming-of-age, half “how fast can I ruin this dude’s life with bad choices and hot people”. And honestly, it works. Mostly.

The game lets you wander around the campus and the city, so you bump into scenes instead of having them thrown in your face in a straight line. One time I just went to the gym because I was bored and somehow ended up peeking through a tiny window into the staff shower, watching a thick Black PE teacher wash off after practice, her ass taking up half the screen while the protagonist slowly strokes himself. That voyeur stuff is handled in a really messy, human way. He feels like a perv, not a hero, and it’s kind of hot and kind of gross at the same time. Then later, if you actually talk to her and don’t act like a total creep, there’s this whole slow-burn thing where she teases him in class, does the “lean on your desk so her tits are in your face” routine, and eventually you end up railroading her in the equipment closet, switching between titjob and deepthroat while she keeps calling you “kid” like that is not making it hotter. The animation is unpolished, some loops are clumsy, but the body language sells the scene better than a lot of big-budget stuff. Faces actually show embarrassment, annoyance, or that “okay, fine, I want this too” kind of look. Then in the very next scene, the MC has this overconfident smirk that made me want to slap him. I liked him and hated him in the same click.

What’s very queer in spirit, even if the content is straight-focused, is how the game doesn’t pretend sex exists in a bubble. You’re not just picking “blowjob” from a menu. You text girls on your phone, get weird drunk voice notes, and watch them shitpost memes on their in-game social app. There’s this one storyline with a mixed-race classmate who deals weed on the side to pay rent. You can either be judgy or join her little side hustle. I went full disaster and helped her. There’s a scene in her cramped room where you’re both high, music from her shitty Bluetooth speaker buzzing, and the conversation just slides from “what are you running from” into her sitting on your face. It’s not some perfect porn angle; her thighs cover half the screen, her belly jiggles a bit, and the camera awkwardly moves when she grinds too hard. Then she pulls off your pants and lazily strokes you, gives you this sloppy half-committed blowjob, almost like she’s testing how much you can take. If you push your luck, she just climbs on and rides you raw while laughing about how terrible your pull-out reflex is. The creampie is framed as both hot and kinda stupid, and the next morning she’s texting about Plan B and money while you’re still replaying the way she shivered when you came inside her. Romance and drama get tangled with all the dirt: arguments in the cafeteria, jealous looks in the hallway, a “friendly” handjob under the table that clearly isn’t just friendly. Sometimes the combat bits feel random, like “oh, now we’re suddenly punching some asshole at a club”, but the bruise on your face shows up in the next scene where some girl licks your busted lip before going down on you, so at least the game remembers. I just wish the bathroom doors didn’t all open the same way; it bothered me for no reason, and now it lives rent free in my brain. Anyway. The whole thing feels unstable, horny, queer in its messiness, and a little too honest about how sex, drugs, and bad choices mix together when you’re pretending to be an adult.