It’s messy in the best way. You’re some kind of half-drunk alchemist in a vampire’s den, tossing glowing ingredients into a cauldron that looks suspiciously alive, waiting to see if it spits out gold, slime, or a moaning succubus with tits like forbidden fruit. The game doesn’t explain much, just lets you mix weird shit - holy water, demon ichor, maybe a drop of your own sweat - and then bam, the screen flashes and suddenly you’re staring at a futa nun grinding against a bound werewolf priest. It’s ridiculous, but you can’t stop clicking. The logic makes no sense and that’s kind of the point. Sometimes you get a soft scene, a slow kiss between a vampire girl and her human pet. Other times, tentacles, everywhere, like the game’s trying to outdo itself in how far it’ll go before you blush or laugh.

There’s something about the tone - half gothic, half horny fever dream - that makes it feel like the devs were just daring each other to see what the next transmutation would unlock. The art shifts between elegant and unhinged; one moment you’re admiring the lighting on a pale thigh, next you’re staring at a corrupted angel with too many wings and not enough shame. The alchemy system feels more like foreplay than crafting. You think you’re mixing for power, but really you’re just chasing the next perverse reveal. I tried to keep track of the endings but gave up after the third one involved a talking dildo that might’ve been sentient.

The weirdest part? It’s kind of beautiful. Between the absurd fetishes and over-the-top transformations, there’s this pulse of dark humor and lust that keeps it alive. It’s not about winning or finishing - it’s about curiosity, that itch that says “what if I mix blood and holy oil again?” Do it. The game rewards the reckless.

Power, tits and dragons, in that order. Whores of Thrones takes the whole Seven Kingdoms mess and asks a very simple question: what if everyone stopped pretending they have honor and just started fucking for it instead. You’re dropped into this twisted court drama where every “deal” is half politics, half who is on their knees, and it leans hard into that. One scene you’re whispering dirty orders in a candlelit sept, next scene you’re watching a proud knight get milked by a monster he tried to stab. The story does that slow corruption thing: characters start with some fake moral line, then a bit of blackmail here, a “do this or I ruin your house” there, and suddenly they are naked in public, on their knees, kissing boots, begging for more. It doesn’t rush it, which I kinda loved and also kinda hated when I wanted to just go straight to hardcore. Sometimes you’ll pick a choice and think “ok soft scene now” and the game responds with anal, a collar, and a smug priest watching. Not complaining, just surprised. Often.

Fan service is insane. Sansa, Arya, Daenerys, Cersei, all twisted versions of themselves, each pushed into their own flavor of kink. There is this one path where your male character gets to break the noble “ice princess” step by step, starting with just making her show her feet, then kissing them, then using them on your cock like it’s nothing, until she goes from disgusted to needy. Long scene, very slow, and honestly the footjob animation and expressions are way better than they should be for a porn parody. Then you flip to another route and you’re playing a girl instead, suddenly on the other side of the leash, teasing another woman, riding her face and using toys on her while you promise to protect her family if she just obeys. Lesbian stuff hits different here, because they make it half affection, half “I own you now”. You can feel the writers grinning when they script a holy woman forced into exhibitionism in front of her own followers, or when a dragon queen ends up bent over a balcony, pretending she cares about the city while you’re just pounding her and talking about who she has to marry next. There’s vanilla pussy grinding right next to anal punishment, incest whispers in the background mixed with religious guilt, some brutal female domination scenes, gay side paths that go from awkward to “oh shit this is rough” in two clicks. It goes from funny parody to “damn, that’s filthy” really fast. And yeah, you can play it on your phone, which is a blessing until you realize you just opened a scene with a chained noble girl licking a boot and a dildo in the middle of your train ride, and now you can’t look anyone in the eye.

Ryuko walking back into that twisted academy in her busted-up school uniform feels almost casual at first, like she’s just visiting old classmates, and then suddenly she’s standing in front of Satsuki again and the whole thing flips from nostalgia to “oh fuck, this is a problem.” The story throws you right into this weird mix of sister drama and horny power struggle, where every girl in a sailor uniform seems one step away from either choking Ryuko out with her thighs or forcing her face into a very wet apology. It’s a parody, sure, but it doesn’t act like a joke. The uniforms are treated almost like weapons, and clothes only exist so they can be yanked, torn, or used to pin someone down while they’re being made to lick, swallow or just squirm and try to pretend they’re not moaning. You get a lot of shots of Ryuko trying to act tough while on her knees, mouth full, eyes half-wet with humiliation and frustration, and it kind of nails that messy feeling of “I hate this” at the exact same time as “don’t stop.”

The whole tournament thing is basically a ladder of bad decisions. Every round is another girl who wants Satsuki’s attention and is totally fine using Ryuko as a toy to get it. One fight will be more like a wrestling match where you’re slammed to the floor, skirt flipped, panties dragged aside and fingers working you open while the crowd laughs. Next, it turns into a femdom lesson where some smug chick in a pristine uniform sits on Ryuko’s face, holding her by the hair, making her eat pussy until she either taps out or cums first. The game is really into the humiliation side of things, so Ryuko ends up forced to masturbate in public, legs shaking while everyone watches, or she has to orally service a rival in front of Satsuki, like a test of “how far will you go for your sister.” Sometimes it feels romantic for half a second, like when Satsuki quietly touches Ryuko’s cheek after a match and calls her “pure,” and then a moment later she has her pushed against a wall, hand between her legs, testing how “pure” she really is. Lesbian stuff here isn’t soft; it’s messy, rough, full of power plays, spanking, forced poses, girls pressed to cold floors with their asses up, being told to beg for cock that never appears, only more tongue and fingers. And yeah, the accessibility is weirdly decent for an adult game, text pretty clear to follow, but then a big choice pops up and the focus order gets all fucked for a second and you kind of forget what you were trying to click while someone is describing how Ryuko’s mouth looks stretched around a rival’s dripping slit, and by then you’re not really complaining anymore.

This thing starts like a trashy cruise commercial that someone spilled porn all over, then forgot to clean up, then decided to keep it that way because actually, yeah, that’s better. You’re this guy on a Mediterranean cruise with your “family” and a crowd of random passengers, and in about five clicks it stops feeling like a holiday and turns into a slow moral car crash. Not because of the sex itself, but because of how normal everyone pretends it is to stare too long at your mom’s tits by the pool, or notice how your “sister” bends over in that tiny skirt, and nobody talks about it. They just blush, look away, then keep doing worse stuff. It feels less like a fantasy and more like watching a group therapy session that went horribly off track and somehow added anal, which I honestly respect in a weird way.

The game is pretty blunt about bodies. Big tits everywhere, like the dev had a quota and hit it with enthusiasm. There is this one scene where you sneak into a cabin at night and you can tell the guy knows exactly what “sleep sex” is supposed to be for the player: maximum control, minimum resistance, maximum guilt if you have two brain cells to rub together. I actually paused and sat there with a cup of coffee, thinking “ok, if consent is the basic moral floor, this scene is like drilling a hole under it and climbing through.” And yet I still clicked through it, because this is porn and my moral purity is already dead on page one of Pornhub. That tension is all over the game. You humiliate women, you spank them until their ass is red, you shove a dick between those massive boobs, and in the same moment, part of you thinks “wow, this is hot” and another part mutters “this would be a crime report IRL.” The writing is not deep, but it does not hide what it is doing, and that honesty is almost more disturbing than if it tried to justify things with some dumb magical mind control excuse.

The incest part is the real philosophical mess, obviously. It is not subtle. You get teases, “accidental” groping, mom in a swimsuit that belongs on Instagram thirst posts, group scenes where family limits start melting after too much sun and too much rubbing lotion. When the game finally moves from suggestion to full on vaginal and anal with people you’re absolutely not supposed to fuck, it does it like it was always going there and you were just being slow to admit it. Interracial stuff pops up too, not as some noble celebration of diversity, just as another excuse to throw more bodies into group sex and watch power games shift. I caught myself comparing it to how Pornhub shoves “step” in every title to fly under taboo radar, and here the game almost laughs at that, like, “no, we know exactly what you are here for.” There is lesbian content without you in it, and I like that morally in theory, two women exploring each other on their own terms, but the camera leers so hard that it still feels curated for a guy’s gaze. One of the lesbian moments almost felt sweet and then they undercut it with harder stuff later. That’s this whole cruise in one sentence: any time your conscience tries to stand up, the game pushes it back down with a titfuck. I was playing on my laptop with Discord pinging me, having this ridiculous double life: one window of people sharing memes, another window of a digital mom getting creampied by her own son while pretending nothing about this is rotten. If you want your porn to be ethically clean, this is a moral nightmare. If you accept that porn is where we store the dark shit we can’t or shouldn’t do in reality, this cruise is basically a floating confession booth where nobody ever says they’re sorry.