There is this strange, heavy feeling when the game opens, like walking back into an old porn folder you forgot, but someone has replaced all cheap hentai with something that actually stares back at you. You are this ancient thing, Iraáil, a vampire god-thing, whatever, but tired as fuck. Not the sexy edgy teen vampire tired, more like “I’ve seen too much blood and too much bad sex and I’m bored of both” tired. The game sits you in that mood right away. You’re not chasing girls in school uniforms, you’re walking into the ruins of your own family, and everyone in it either wants to fuck you, kill you, or cry when they see you, sometimes all three in same scene. The writing leans hard into that mix of horny and awful. One moment you are licking blood off someone’s throat while their lover watches and shakes, half terrified, half desperate to be next, and the text lingers on the taste, the smell, the way their body softens under you. Then, in the next line, it hits you with “this is your child’s descendant” and suddenly your dick and your conscience are in the same small coffin.

What got me is how the erotic scenes never feel like they are in a separate folder from the rest. You make a small choice, like putting a hand on a shoulder instead of around the throat, and three scenes later someone is either on their knees for you, or sobbing and calling you a monster while still grinding against your leg. The game keeps score in this weird fear and love way, but it never throws a big popup, it just quietly warps how people look at you. There was this one moment where I chose to be “gentle” with a worshiper in a temple, just to see what the soft option looks like. It still ended in cum and blood on the floor, but the whole vibe flipped. Instead of them begging you to hurt them more, they were whispering that they missed you, like some fucked up immortal ex, and I actually paused, alt tabbed to Spotify, changed the playlist, came back and just stared at the text like “why am I sad with my pants down.” And the horror parts, they are not jumpscares, more like that slow “oh, I really did those things, huh” realization. When your progeny strips for you, showing bite marks you gave generations ago like holy scars, it’s hot in that dirty, stomach twisting way. You want to click further, you also want to close the browser and go touch grass. But you don’t. You pretend you will be kinder this time, then pick the cruel dialogue anyway, just to see how deep the rabbit hole of this fucked up immortal soap opera goes. The game remembers. The characters remember. Their bodies remember you most of all.

Astra feels like that performer in a tiny bar who walks on stage like it’s a royal court, tits half-out, tail swaying like a metronome, and suddenly everyone shuts up. The game frames her as this “runaway princess,” but honestly she reads more like a bored porn star who finally walked off the set. She had the castle, the arranged noble husband, the fancy duties, but no real chance to decide who gets to touch her and how. Now she is on this remote island, living out of caravans and backstage corners, building a traveling erotic show where her body is the banner and her freedom is the script. The whole thing moves like a fantasy road story where every stop is an excuse for some new mix of magic, fur, and very direct penetration. Sex is not a side dish here; it is the main way the game talks about power, comfort, performance, humiliation, and that weird thrill when you know half the crowd wants to own you and the other half wants to be you.

The furry angle is not just some quick slap of ears and tail. Astra is all curves and fluff, big ass that the camera is almost obsessed with, big tits that bounce in a way that look a bit too proud of themselves. Animations focus a lot on how she moves rather than just where the dick goes. When she walks across the stage in one of her outfits, there is this playful sway that already feels like foreplay. Then you get to the monster girls and other creatures she meets while traveling, and it becomes this parade of different bodies that could never exist in real life but still feel hot in a very straightforward “I want that inside me” way. One moment she is riding some horned beast-man, his cock thick and veiny, pinning her to the floor of some makeshift tent. Next moment she is tongue-deep with a monster girl whose claws are gently scratching her hips while Astra’s thighs are shaking. And yes, there is a lot of straight-up vaginal sex, explicit, messy, with those wet sound cues that would make anyone nervous if the browser volume is too high. There are scenes where she spreads herself for an audience, where the show is basically a live porn act, and the tension is not if she will fuck, but who gets the honor and how many times.

The small “adventure” spine trying to hold this horny creature together is pretty simple, but sometimes that works. Astra chooses where to perform, who to trust on this island, how to deal with her past crashing in on warships and titles. You talk, you flirt, you strip, you let monsters and people use you, you sometimes use them back. There is this noble asshole from her old life who wants her body as property, and the game really likes putting her between that world of strict duty and this new circus of lust where she chooses when to open her legs and when to close them. Still, at moments the pacing feels like edging gone on too long. You sit through a bit of dialogue about islands and politics and all you want is to see her pushed against a wagon wall again. Some animations loop a little too obviously, like a cheap OnlyFans clip you still watch three times. And I kept staring at her tail in one particular sex scene because it clipped weird through the floor, and after that I could not unsee it and it annoyed me more than it should. But then the game throws this quiet moment where she cuddles half-naked with another girl, both of them still sticky, talking about what freedom actually costs, and suddenly the porn has a bit of heart again. Not too much, just enough that when she arches her back and moans in the next animated thrust, you remember this is a princess who finally writes her own dirty script.

It starts messy, in the best possible way. You’re tossed into this warped version of the galaxy far, far away - not the kind that smells like burnt metal and destiny, but one thick with sweat and bad decisions. The whole thing feels like a fever dream that someone spun out after one too many Holonet smut threads. You’re the guy who somehow made it to Jedi Knight while everyone else got distracted by the war or by each other’s asses (and they’re massive here, holy hell). Half the time you forget why you’re supposed to be saving anything because Barriss bends forward mid-dialogue and the robe just... doesn’t hold. Then there’s Aayla, all cool confidence until her mouth opens, breathing hard like she’s half-daring you to break the code. They all do that. Even Padme - who says words about diplomacy but arches her back every time your name drops. It’s ridiculous and hot at once, like watching porn on mute during a political debate.

The turn-based fights almost feel like foreplay. Every encounter teases longer than necessary, camera angles doing that thing where you can’t tell if you’re fighting monsters or auditioning them for something darker. When Bo-Katan shows up, the whole tempo changes - less talk, more bite - and suddenly the lightsaber doesn’t look like a weapon anymore. My favorite stupid detail: in the menu, somebody coded a “meditation” button that just leads to sex scenes. Lazy? Sure. But it fits. Nothing here pretends to be noble; it’s all dirty Jedi business in slow motion. And when the game finally pops one of those creampie endings, you don’t even blink. You just chuckle, fix the screen ratio on your phone, and keep pressing through because apparently defeat can look like victory if the moaning syncs just right.

Weird thing is - somewhere between the teasing and the parody nonsense - it stops feeling like a joke. You catch yourself liking these twisted versions more than the real ones. Maybe that’s the Force talking. Or just the fact that the writing knows exactly how low you’ll sink for another glimpse under a Jedi robe.

You start as this kinda clueless guy dumped into a “totally not official” region, phone in one hand, half a chub in the other, and suddenly you’re supposed to be both monster trainer and professional horndog. The game plays it like a classic monster RPG, turn based fights and all, but every win feels more like you’re grinding Tinder than grinding levels. You throw balls at monsters, then five minutes later you’re throwing something else at Misty in a changing room. I was half expecting it to be all tease, but nope, it goes hard on the porn side. Big asses, big tits, tiny shorts, way too much bending over. Cynthia shows up with that smug “I know you’re staring at my boobs” energy, and the game absolutely rewards you for being a thirsty idiot. You can wander around like a sandbox, poke into houses you clearly shouldn’t, get sidetracked by some milf asking for “help with her Pokémon” who definitely does not mean her Pokémon. At one point I was supposed to go beat a gym and instead spent 30 minutes trying to trigger a specific sex scene with Nessa because someone on a Reddit thread said it was animated differently on the second try. They were right, by the way. Worth it.

The pickup line stuff hit me harder than I expected. You actually choose dialogue in some scenes, and it feels like speed dating with cheat codes turned off. One option is polite, one is horny, one is just straight up degenerate. I tested them like a weirdo doing field research. On Telegram I even sent screenshots to a language exchange buddy asking “does this line sound like a real fuckboy?” He said yes and I felt strangely proud. Sometimes being bold pays off and Misty basically jumps your dick in the locker after a battle. Other times you try something dirty on Dawn, and she goes “wow, creepy” and the scene turns colder, you still get sex later, but the vibe is different, more rough, less cuddly. It actually teaches you something weird about tone, even if the game itself is mostly about shoving your cock into every trainer with a pulse. The monsters are just there like foreplay excuses, beat one, unlock a new way to rail someone. I wish there was an option to mute the moaning without muting sound effects, but the game doesn’t care what I want and honestly that fits. At one point I forgot the main quest completely and just walked in circles trying new lines on Cynthia to see which one made her blush the most. Felt like using OkCupid in a fantasy world where every match wants to fuck you five minutes after small talk. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?