Raven finally snapped in this one, and honestly, it’s beautiful in the worst possible way. Forget the usual brooding goth mage who saves Jump City and complains about emotions. Here she’s basically turned her room into a magical porn lab and decided the best way to fix her mood is to mass produce more of herself and then ruin every version from the inside out. It starts off almost calm: dark room, candles, that familiar vibe from the tower, and then the camera pans and you realize, oh, there’s not one Raven here, there’s a whole damn lineup. Different outfits, slightly different expressions, same purple hair, same smug “I know exactly what you’re staring at” look. Some of them already naked, some still pretending they’re wearing clothes for a reason. Then you notice the important upgrade: every clone packing stupidly big cock that clearly isn’t there for show. She basically turned herself into both the casting couch and the entire cast.

The pacing is kind of wild. There’s zero build-up to “respectable foreplay.” One Raven on her knees choking herself on another Raven’s dick, smeared mascara, eyes rolling, and in the back you can see two more clones going full anal pileup like it’s a group project nobody planned but everybody passes anyway. It does that thing where the camera lingers way too long on the throat bulge when she’s deepthroating, like it wants you to count how many inches disappeared. And it keeps cutting between angles so you get this weird whiplash: one second you’re watching her being pinned face-first into the sheets, getting pounded in her ass while someone else feeds her cock, next second you’re staring at a Raven stroking herself, waiting her turn, cum already drying on her tits because she got there early. The bukkake scenes hit like a messed up ritual: half-circle of futa Ravens around one poor, smug original, all jerking, then she gets painted completely, white on purple, dripping off her chin, sticking in her hair, and she looks genuinely happy for once. Or possessed. Hard to tell with her.

It leans hard into the whole “I don’t need anyone else, I’ll fuck myself” vibe, which is weirdly on-brand for Raven. She’s basically her own gangbang. Her own harem. Her own humiliation arc. You get anal, oral, stacked penetration where she’s plugged in every hole like some cursed magic artifact, and they don’t shy away from showing that everything stretches and throbs and pulses in a way that’s actually a bit too honest. Some shots are messy as hell, like whoever framed them just wanted to zoom on the veins of that big cock and forgot there’s a whole body attached. And then you get these little moments, like a Raven clone wiping cum off another’s lips with her thumb and then pushing the same thumb back into her mouth, casual as drinking coffee. It’s not romantic. It’s not “sexy story with feelings.” It’s just a goth sorceress locked in a feedback loop of cloning, using, and filling her own clones until the whole room looks like a sticky magic disaster. And somehow, that fits her more than half the “serious” fan stories out there.

City full of capes, and you show up as the creep with zero shame and way too much free time. That is basically the energy here. No big destiny, no world saving, just you roaming around, hunting for chances to catch superheroines with their guard down and then dragging them into your filthy little orbit. It feels almost lazy on purpose: short scenes, blunt dialogue, no moral lesson anywhere. You hop from one part of the city to another, poke around, spy on girls who are supposed to be icons, and slowly turn them into your personal toys. The game really leans into that voyeur vibe. Half the fun is just catching them changing clothes, arguing in private, trying to pretend they still have control while you already know exactly how far they are going to fall. It is not subtle. You stalk them, corner them and sometimes it turns rough real fast. That mix of forced scenes and “fine, I’ll do it for money” prostitution hits pretty hard if you like your smut messy and not exactly wholesome.

Fanservice is the whole point. One moment you are watching Violet trying to act like a grown-up heroine, the next you have her on her knees, doing oral just to get out of a situation she can’t punch away from. Raven is even worse in a good way: all that dark, moody goth attitude, and you get to push past it, use her, then use her again because the game does not care about her feelings and neither do you, at least while you are playing. The contrast between their usual “untouchable” look and how the scenes treat them is what sticks. The sex is mechanical sometimes, just click here, watch another angle of the same vaginal pounding, move to the next girl, but then there will be one filthy line of dialogue or one tiny animation change that suddenly makes it feel way more degrading than you expected. I keep remembering this one short bit where a heroine glances at a window like she knows someone might be watching, and the scene never mentions it again. Is she into being watched? Is she ashamed? The game doesn’t care enough to explain, it just throws that in and leaves you sitting there feeling like an even bigger pervert. And yeah, the whole “slave” thing sneaks up on you too: first it is just a favor, then a paid fuck, then you are basically owning them and the game treats it like the most normal thing in this rotten city. It is crude, inconsistent, kind of broken as a story, but that dirt on it is exactly what makes it stick in your head after you close the tab.

This Teen Titans parody throws you right into Titans Tower with three very different girls who each need their own approach. The art style feels rough around the edges - not gonna lie, some scenes look like they were drawn during a coffee break - but there's something charming about that unpolished feel. Makes it feel more... authentic? Like someone actually cared about making porn of these characters instead of just churning out another generic visual novel.

Starfire's bubbly personality translates surprisingly well to the bedroom scenes, though her dialogue sometimes sounds like it went through Google Translate twice. Raven's got that goth energy that works perfectly for the darker kinks - the anal scenes with her are genuinely hot even if the animation stutters a bit. And Jinx... fuck, they really nailed her chaotic energy. The handjob scene where she's teasing you while explosions go off in the background? Chef's kiss. Though I gotta complain about how the titfuck scenes are positioned - the camera angles make everything look weird and you can barely see what's happening half the time.

The futanari content caught me off guard but in a good way. Wasn't expecting Blackfire to show up packing heat, but here we are. The lesbian scenes between the girls happen naturally as part of the story rather than feeling forced in for variety. Sound design is basically non-existent except for some generic moaning that gets repetitive fast, but honestly? Sometimes silence works better than bad voice acting. The mobile version runs smooth enough though the text can be tiny on smaller screens. RenPy engine does its job without any crashes, which is more than I can say for some of these indie adult games. Each girl's route feels distinct even if the writing quality varies wildly between scenes.

Raven wakes up in Lustein with the kind of hangover you get from reality itself, not from alcohol. She knows three things: her name, that she’s a witch, and that everyone around her is way too horny for a Tuesday that doesn’t even exist. The town looks like some fantasy RPG town you half remember from an old JRPG, but somebody replaced half the NPC dialogues with porn hub comments and cult propaganda. On one corner there’s a prim girl in a hood preaching purity, on the next there’s a slime girl casually jerking off a tentacle beast in an alley, and both scenes feel normal after about ten minutes. The game doesn’t even apologize for it. You walk Raven around, poke your nose into “investigations,” and every lead about the mysterious Order somehow slides into another sex scene, another shady deal, another monster with way too much cock for its own skeleton.

What I liked is that Raven isn’t written like some clueless virgin protagonist who “accidentally” falls on dick every five steps. At first she’s confused, guarded, trying to treat every encounter like a real case file. You’re choosing dialogue options, digging for clues, following rumors about disappearances and strange symbols, but half the clue-givers are masturbating behind curtains or peeping through keyholes when you arrive. The voyeur stuff sneaks up on you: you accept a “stakeout quest,” thinking you’ll watch a corrupt priest meet his contact, and suddenly you’re crouched behind a crate, watching him get absolutely flooded by his own acolytes in a holy-bukkake ritual that looks like a blasphemous version of a Klimt painting. You can stay hidden, stroke yourself with Raven’s gloved hand while the scene unfolds, or reveal yourself and twist the ritual to your own kind of magic. The game pretends it is about an investigation, but it is actually about how far you push her corruption, how much you let Lustein leak into her soul and underwear. There’s turn based combat, sure, but it’s the kind of combat that laughs at normal balance. You’re casting spells that bind tentacles, seduce bosses, or literally masturbate mid-battle to charge a corruption bar that works like mana and moral decay at the same time. An early battle with a raven-headed knight is still stuck in my head: the fight starts like normal, you exploit his weak point, suddenly his armor snaps away and what’s under it could never fit in that plate mail. You can finish him “properly” with fire and hexes, or stun him using a seduction stance that turns the screen into a slow striptease, then ride him until he swears fealty with a mouth full of your magic. There is this absurd tension between “I am saving this world” and “I am absolutely getting railed by it.”

The outfits are not just costumes; they feel like alternate timelines for Raven. You change from a modest witch dress into a shredded leather top and thigh-high boots, and the game quietly adjusts how people react. That prim Order nun earlier suddenly stops seeing you as possible recruit and starts looking at you like potential prey, cornering you later in a side chapel and suggesting “purification” that involves ropes, candles, and her tongue taking a pilgrimage between your legs. Another time I put Raven into a delicate, almost scholarly robe, and went to a monster-infested forest. Bad idea. The tentacle plants there literally respond differently, coiling around her as if they’ve found a rare flower and need to pollinate it from every angle. You’re given choices, but a lot of them feel like you’re only choosing how filthy things get, not if. One quest has you investigating rumors about a masked witch corrupting villagers. Plot twist: that witch is basically you from the future if you dive too far into the hentai logic of Lustein. Fighting her in turn-based battle is weirdly arousing and tragic: magic circles, mirrored incantations, her taunting you with what you will become, then pinning you down with living chains while she pours her “knowledge” into your mouth. The best part is I hated some tiny UI things, like how the log sometimes hides a line you want to reread during a particularly heavy lesbian ritual, and I will complain about this in my head forever, but at the same time, when Raven kneels in a ruined library, covered in monster cum, reading sigils from a soaked grimoire while fingering herself to unlock a new spell, I forget everything else. It feels like those old fantasy paperbacks where the margins are full of notes from some horny reader before you, except now you’re the one writing them on Raven’s skin.