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You start as this pretty elf who looks like they should be in some noble court drama, but five minutes in you’re on your knees for a horned bastard twice your size and suddenly the “high fantasy” vibe kind of changes flavor. The game leans hard into that contrast: shiny forests, temples, old ruins, then some orc drags you behind a broken wall and uses you like he’s trying to break a training dummy. And it actually fits. The world feels like one long road where every race is horny, pissed off, or both. One moment you’re talking to a dwarf merchant about some ancient artifact, the next he’s slamming you face-first into a pile of furs, beard scratching your thighs while he fucks you like you owe him rent. It has that feeling of a porn comic that just forgot to be subtle and decided every “hello” has a 60% chance of turning into a group scene.

The interesting part is how the game keeps pretending you have control. Dialog choices feel like: “Flirt politely”, “Openly beg for it”, “Tell them to fuck off”, and all three can still end with you pinned under someone’s huge cock, just with different dirty talk on the way there. I had one scene with a draenei paladin where I tried to play proud and cold, refused his help in a fight, and lost. Woke up tied to his camp stake, his cock already hard and pressed against my ass while he told me that arrogant elves need discipline. Tried to resist again in the dialog, he just laughed and went in rough, stretching me out slow, like he wanted me to feel exactly how big he was. Zero mercy, but it never felt random. The game remembers if you acted bratty ten scenes before, and some characters treat you like a toy who needs to learn. Others like a prize that must be worshiped with tongue first, then ruined. I had a demon talk to me all gentle while swallowing me almost whole on his lap, like he was doing me a favor by rearranging my guts.

What sticks is how scenes keep escalating. You think “ok, that was the big one”, then later you get tossed into some ruined chapel with an orc, a human knight, and a horned beast waiting, and nobody is arguing who gets the first hole, they just grab you and start sharing. They pull you open like you’re made for it, one forcing your jaw wide, another shoving into your ass so hard you feel your whole body jerk, and some third bastard just uses your hand as if he owns it. It gets filthy quick, spit, sweat, cum on your face, your tits bouncing while your back arches against cold stone. And stupid detail, but the dirty talk sometimes hits way too close: being called “little elf flesh” by a snarling orc while his cock is already halfway in you is both humiliating and hot. I hate that the interface has those tiny buttons in the corner that feel like they were made for ants, but then I forget it when a minotaur presses you on your stomach, pushes your legs apart like they’re nothing, and you watch the screen fill with him stretching you to the limit, your body giving up and taking it. It’s not a polite game. It’s a “you will get used and maybe you’ll start liking it” game, and it leans into that with a grin.

Elf MC, horny ancient ruins, and a world that looks suspiciously like someone mashed Google Maps with hentai brainrot. That’s kinda the vibe here. You’re this pretty boy elf guy wandering around a fantasy land that clearly wants you to get distracted by tits more than by history. One second you’re poking around some old kingdom mystery, clicking weird stone symbols, trying to solve what looks like a bootleg mobile puzzle from the Play Store, and the next second some monster girl is in your face asking for “help” that very clearly means “put it in me.” And yeah, the game doesn’t pretend to be shy about it. You talk, you point & click, you figure out what shiny thing goes into what hole, then usually something else goes into someone else’s hole. Clean loop.

The animations are actually decent for a first chapter, you get that 3D feel when the elf is buried between thighs or when he’s getting his cock stroked with slow handjob motions that don’t look like someone shaking a broom handle. Oral scenes go from gentle teasing to full deep throat pretty fast, which is nice, though the sound is sometimes weirdly quiet and then suddenly wet as fuck. Vaginal stuff has a nice rhythm when he’s pounding, especially when you finally push to creampie and you see everything pulse inside. They really like finishing inside. Like, really. Pulling out is apparently against elf culture or something. The romance angle is hit or miss; sometimes the dialogue tries to be sweet and it works, other times it feels like a pornhub comment thread translated through Google. But that kinda adds to the charm for me. It’s messy. The girls are a mix of “I will help you on your noble journey” and “take your pants off, traveler,” and the monster girl design is good enough I actually forgot about the treasure room behind her at one point. I still don’t forgive the game for making me replay the same little puzzle 3 times just because I misclicked once. That shit annoyed me and then I immediately forgot because there was an elf getting his cock sucked by a girl with fangs.

The point & click exploration has a nice “I’m lost but also kinda turned on” mood. Sometimes you’ll click something expecting lore and you get a blowjob offer instead. Other times you’re sure it’s sex time and it’s like “solve this pattern first, idiot.” The game loves teasing progress, edging you with small scenes before the bigger payoffs. There’s a part where you help a girl in danger, think it’s gonna be a quick thank you and goodbye, and then it just turns into this slow, almost romantic fuck with kissing, soft moans, and then a rough finish where she begs for you to cum inside her. I liked that. I also hated that the inventory icon is tiny as hell and my dumb eyes kept missing it. Never fixed that, just kept squinting like an old man. Whatever. If you wanna enjoy it, don’t rush. Click around, poke every corner, talk to characters twice, sometimes a normal line suddenly turns into flirting, and flirting turns into a hand under the belt. Let the elf be a little slutty scholar. Solve a puzzle, earn a blowjob. Fail a puzzle, reload and go again. That’s pretty much the religion of this game.

Darci hits like a wet dream that crawled out of your teenage goth phase and learned how to fuck reality. Big tiddy, crow-winged, pointy-eared trouble walking through this moody Avalonian city where every alley feels like it smells of cold rain and dirty sex. She is this tall, black-lipsticked futa elf with thighs like religion and a cock that looks like it has its own backstory. Sometimes she just stands in the mirror of her crappy rented room, eye bags dark as ink, feathers twitching, and you feel how much she hates and loves her own body at the same time. The game lets you sit inside that body, inside her head, while she tries to pretend she is just another freak in a society full of polished liars and quiet monsters.

The first time you walk into the GothHouse, the place feels less like “home” and more like someone mashed a sex dungeon with a student dorm and forgot to clean up the energy. Those girls are not just NPCs, more like walking fetishes with their own scars. There is that pale vampire-esque girl in the corner, huge tits squeezed in a corset that looks one breath away from breaking, who pretends not to stare at Darci’s bulge. Later, when you actually choose to follow her to the shared shower, the way the scene goes from awkward small talk to her on her knees, lipstick smeared on Darci’s shaft, water hissing over skin, feels messy in a good way. It is not some clinical porn flow. She gags once, laughs, then keeps going, and Darci’s crow instincts flare up, claws digging into tile, eyes glowing that sick underworld purple. The sex can switch from slow, clingy lesbian grinding to full-on “pin her against the wall and fuck her brains out” when Darci stops being scared of her own power and actually uses it. The game is at its best when it lets you drag that line between tenderness and corruption with one more thrust.

Funny thing, the story pretends to be about “finding her place in society”, but half the time you are just seeing how far you can push these girls before something breaks. There is that elf priestess type who looks holy until you get her alone behind the shrine and make her moan so loud it feels like prayer turned inside out. Darci buries her cock in her while feathers shed to the ground like black snow, and for a moment the underworld power pulses through both of them, giving you this tiny illusion of romance that the next scene absolutely ignores. Some conversations drag on too long, like the game is trying to be all deep and moody while you are just waiting to see if the big ass demon girl in the kitchen will finally bend over the table. She does, eventually, and the vision of Darci grabbing those wide hips, tits swinging, driving in hard while the demon girl laughs and claws at the wood, that wipes away most complaints. Not all, because yeah, sometimes the pacing stumbles and the “universe notes” feel like reading someone’s tumblr lore between jerk-off sessions. But then there is that quiet night where Darci, exhausted, curls around another goth girl in bed, both naked, soft boobs pressed together, dick resting lazy between warm thighs instead of pounding. It is almost sweet. Almost. Then she wakes up, remembers she is a half-crow freak with hellfire between her legs, and you go hunting again.