Storm, wet wood, that weird mix of salt and fear in your throat, and right in the middle of that you’ve got her: this perfect elven wife who still somehow looks holy even with her robes clinging to her curves. The game throws you onto this nameless island like the ocean just spat you out, and suddenly your “happily ever after” feels like a joke with bad timing. It’s not a complicated setup, actually kind of simple, which makes it worse. You, the loyal husband, still trying to act like a hero. Her, the devout priestess who actually believes all that purity talk. And then that guy, Borwin, this sweaty, wheezing sailor with piggy eyes who starts looking at her like she’s the last piece of meat in the world. The whole thing is a slow punch in the gut, because nothing explodes, nobody just jumps into fucking right away. It just stretches. Long glances. His “accidental” touches. Her nervous smile that hangs a little too long. And you get stuck watching, almost tasting that ugly mix of jealousy and arousal in your own mouth, like cheap rum you didn’t mean to drink.

What hit me hardest is how the game doesn’t rush the dirty stuff. First it plays with your brain. They’re sitting close to the fire, he laughs too loud, his hand lands on her thigh, and she doesn’t slap it away. Not right away. You feel that little sting in your chest, like, “hey, that’s my wife,” but you also stare at the screen longer than you should. When he ogles her tits through soaked fabric, it’s not subtle, and she notices, but instead of screaming she blushes and fidgets and pretends she didn’t see. It’s messed up, watching her slowly slide from “holy and untouchable” to “kind of flattered that this filthy bastard wants her so bad.” The corruption is mostly in her expressions, tiny shifts. Mouth a bit more parted when he leans close. Eyes not quite meeting yours. Then the touches change. His hand on her ass when he helps her “climb over a rock.” His fingers brushing along the inside of her thigh while he plays it off like he’s checking a wound. There’s a scene where she’s kneeling in front of him, supposedly “tending an injury,” and the camera knows exactly what your brain is doing. Her face is too close to his crotch, her lips too wet, and for a second the game just lets you sit there wondering if she’s going to use her mouth on him or if you’re just filthy for even thinking it.

At some point the line breaks and you don’t even remember exactly where. One night the priestess who swore her body belongs to the gods is on her back, robe pushed up, legs spread, and the guy filling her is not you. She moans in a way you’ve never heard from her scenes with you, louder, less controlled, like her body finally stopped pretending. Her tits bounce when he pounds into her, her ass lifts up to meet him, and you feel this horrible heat in your gut because the animation really leans into how much she’s getting into it. She grabs his arm, begs him not to stop, and the worst part is how her words sound half like prayer, half like porn. There’s this nasty little bit where he gropes her under the pretense of “warming her up” after a cold night, his thick fingers pushing under her clothes, and she’s shivering but not from the cold anymore. She bites her lip, tries to mumble something about “marriage vows,” but she’s grinding against his hand while she says it. Oral, handjob, full-on fucking, it all comes, just not in the order your pride would like. The game never lets you escape that tight, ugly feeling of watching your “treasure” get taken, then watching her start to want it more than anything you ever gave her. And you know what makes it even dirtier? There’s no choice to fix it, no magic button to “save” her. You’re just there, stuck in your own skin, watching this elf with a big perfect ass and soft bouncing tits get slowly rewritten by a disgusting sailor, and somewhere in the middle of her crying and moaning you realize you’re stroking yourself and hating yourself at the same time.

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?

Guy is broke, tired and just trying not to crash, and suddenly every busted pipe and broken dryer in town turns into an excuse to get his dick wet. That’s pretty much the vibe here, and it actually works way better than it sounds. You play this quiet, kinda worn down repair guy, going house to house, pretending to care about appliances while you’re clearly staring at thighs and panties. It’s not some big choice-heavy thing, it’s more like you’re riding shotgun inside his head while he stumbles into one horny situation after another. The story moves in a straight line, but it’s not boring. Scenes have this slow, teasing build: you ring a doorbell, you see the woman, you check the “problem”, and your brain already knows where this is going, but the game still makes you wait for it. There’s a lot of solo tension too, like he’s jerking off after jobs, replaying what just happened, feeling half guilty, half proud. That masturbation stuff isn’t just thrown in, it’s almost like a checkpoint between scenes, like his way of processing all the dirty shit he’s getting into.

What really hit me is how the erotic pacing feels like some porn video you’d half-remember from an old bookmark in your browser, but better framed. It’s animated in this slightly stiff, slightly uncanny way that weirdly adds to the horny atmosphere instead of ruining it. You notice small things, like the way her hips twitch when he “accidentally” brushes her or how her lips part just a little when she leans closer to hear him talk about some loose wire he doesn’t even care about. The 3D look makes skin, underwear and wet spots pop in a very direct way, no artsy filter, just raw, shiny flesh and naughty posing. There are these CG shots that freeze right on the good stuff: her bent over the washing machine, his hand on her ass, or him alone, pants around his ankles, cum hanging from his fingers while he thinks about going back to that client again. Don’t expect tons of deep choices or big branching; you’re basically strapped into his path, watching him crawl from “I just need money” to “I can trade a fix for a blowjob if I play this right” without really being able to stop him. Weirdly, that makes it hotter. You’re complicit, but you’re also just a passenger, and that whole “fuck, I shouldn’t enjoy this that much” energy is everywhere. Best way to enjoy it? Stop clicking so fast, let the scenes play out, and when he pulls his cock out in some random bathroom after a visit, don’t skip it, just sit there and let him finish. That’s where the game really shows what kind of pervert he is.

This one feels like someone tried to mash a Bond movie, a weed comedy and a Pornhub playlist together, then got distracted halfway and just kept adding asses. You play Lucian, this 20-year-old “seduction agent” who has been raised by some secret agency that apparently thinks the best way to protect the world is to send hot people to fuck targets into submission. The story doesn’t pretend to be deep, but it has enough little twists to keep your mouse in hand and not just on your dick. There are almost no choices, it’s basically on rails, so you’re here to watch, not to steer. Lucian is a smooth-talking womanizer who screws everything with a pulse, but there are tiny moments where the game tries to show he might actually want more than just another big ass in his face. It forgets that idea pretty fast whenever a new pair of huge tits shows up on screen, which honestly is kind of the point.

The cast is where the game goes stupid in a fun way. Larissa is the agency’s top seduction assassin, all sharp eyes and killer curves, the kind of woman who’ll ride you, choke you, and probably wiretap your bedroom all in one night. She flips from teasing to predatory so fast that when she finally drops to her knees and starts working Lucian over, it feels earned, like, “yeah, I knew this was coming, but damn.” Brandi is the blonde hacker perv who watches everyone through cameras because “security reasons”, then fingers herself to the footage. She’s all rich girl energy, smug smile, fake innocence, massive chest squeezed into outfits that would get banned from Instagram in five seconds. Her voyeur thing leads to some fun setups where she’s got Lucian on screen raw-dogging someone, and she’s commenting like she’s reviewing amateur porn, then suddenly she’s in the room taking his cock in her mouth without even pretending she’s here for work. Kevin is the stoner sidekick who mostly exists to crack dumb jokes, fail missions, and make you feel less guilty when scenes turn into full-on interracial gangbang territory with ahegao faces and sloppy creampies. Speaking of those, the ahegao is kind of overused, girls going cross-eyed and tongue-out from just a few thrusts, but sometimes it lands, especially when a serious character like Larissa loses her composure and ends up drooling down her chin while he’s buried deep inside her.

Sex scenes are very “fantasy porn logic” and not realistic at all. You get a lot of oral, girls with perfect lipstick taking him deep and drooling over his shaft, gagging just enough to remind you this is animated and not physically possible. The animation itself is decent but not super smooth, you notice loops, you notice weird shoulder movements, but if you’re already hard you won’t care. Some of the best moments are when they actually build tension first: a long teasing chat, a mission debrief where Larissa sits too close, a playful insult from Brandi that turns into her on her knees unzipping him while still talking shit. There is a bit of interracial focus, Lucian going from one body type to another, big asses bouncing on his lap, cumshots inside without condoms like no one has ever heard of consequences. Creampies are almost a running joke, like the agency orders them by policy. He finishes in them so often you start thinking the real mission is overpopulation. It’s trashy, horny, occasionally funny, and it absolutely knows what kind of website it’s being played on.