UNDAWN: Shackles Of Eternity feels like somebody mashed a grimdark VN, horny gothic Instagram, and a futa porn doujin together, then actually bothered to give the porn a brain. You play as Rhiannon, who looks like the kind of cold, perfect priestess you’d see on a cathedral mural, except she has a cock and way more emotional damage. The world around her is just ruined faith and half-dead gods, with churches that feel more like brothels for the desperate. Every “holy” symbol looks kinda dirty. You’re basically walking through a graveyard of old beliefs, deciding who to fuck and who to sacrifice, while the game keeps asking you quietly, “You sure about that?” and then shows the consequences in bed later. It’s not a power fantasy where you’re some shining savior. Rhiannon feels like a loaded gun that learned how to think. You get romance, sure, but it’s romance that comes with knives hidden under dresses and tongues in places that definitely aren’t holy.

Sex-wise, the game goes pretty hard on futa on female and actually uses the magic shit for more than particle effects. You’re not just clicking through generic “she sucks you off” lines. You get weird little moments like Rhiannon using a whispering spell to make a nun feel every word along her spine, the text describing this chill that rolls down to her ass while you’re already elbow-deep in groping and fingering. First time you push a cute monster girl up against a cracked stained-glass window and her tail wraps around Rhiannon’s thigh while you rail her from behind, it feels personal in a fucked up way. There’s anal and creampies that don’t feel like checkbox porn tags, more like “oh, you chose to promise her safety and instead you’re filling her ass in a back alley behind a dead chapel, good job.” The harem angle is there but messy, poly in the sense that everyone has teeth. The girls fall for Rhiannon and for each other too, so you end up in these lesbian side scenes where Rhiannon watches them eat each other out, only to join, dick out, and turn the whole thing into a pile of limbs, tongues, and cum. Sometimes it’s tender, slow oral with a shy femboy who looks like he stepped out of a BL mobile game. Sometimes it’s Rhiannon pinning a proud knightess to the altar and pounding her until her prayers turn into begging. The mystery stuff wraps around the porn like a noose. You keep thinking you’re choosing who you love and who you fuck, then slowly realize you’re also choosing who loses their soul piece by piece. And the game doesn’t scream this at you. It just shows you the aftermath in the next “romantic” scene, like a girl who used to be all fire letting you slide into her raw and quiet, because she’s finally broken in exactly the way you helped shape.

Dragons, horny idiots, and way too many bad decisions, that’s kinda the tone here. You start out in this messy fantasy world where everyone either wants to stab you, fuck you, or make you solve some weird little puzzle before they tell you where the next dragon clue is. The game lets you pick who you are right away: guy, girl, or futa, and it actually matters because people react to you a bit different, and some scenes just hit different when you’re a shy virgin futa trying to act cool in front of a monster girl with more confidence than common sense. It’s not subtle. One moment you’re trying to think through a puzzle with glowing runes and pattern matching, next moment, you click the “wrong” symbol and suddenly you’re on your knees in first person, mouth full, and the camera just stays there a little too long while the animation loops. In a good way. Mostly.

The “visual novel plus sandbox” thing is a strange mix that kinda works and kinda annoys me. You’ve got this hub where you wander around to find your companions, poke at side quests, and sometimes you just want to jump directly into the next romance scene, but no, the game makes you trot across the area, poke some shiny object, do a small puzzle, listen to a bit of lore about dragons, then, boom, here’s the lesbian scene you were actually waiting for. There’s a moment where my female MC finally hooked up with this monster girl with claws and soft voice, and the build up was cute as hell, all tension and “is this really happening,” then it cuts to animated vaginal and oral, lots of wet sounds, POV angles that actually show what’s going on instead of hiding everything behind a single static shot. I liked that the creampie isn’t just a flash, it lingers, drips, the camera actually respects that people want to stare. But the accessibility side is honestly rough sometimes. The text box has decent font size, but there’s no real text-to-speech, no configurable high contrast mode, and some of the puzzle highlight colors blend into the background like it’s 2010 again. I had to squint more than once, and I’m already using Windows magnifier because devs keep pretending everyone sees fine. Keyboard navigation is half-baked too: you can tab through some choices, but not all, and some mini-games want mouse precision without any assist options. Makes me want to yell at my monitor a bit.

Still, the character stuff sticks with me. There’s this companion quest where my futa MC decided not to romance the guy, just help him deal with his dragon-related trauma, and the game actually respected that. No forced sex, no “secret” romance flag, just quiet scenes and then later I went for the soft, clingy romance with a female character instead, and that route spiraled into pregnancy talk that did not feel like an afterthought. Watching the belly show up later in a scene while she rides you, full on animated, is weirdly intimate and also kinda filthy, in a good way, because the story mentioned it earlier so it doesn’t appear out of nowhere. There are also handjob scenes where the camera goes very close to fingers and shaft, very deliberate strokes, cum shots that actually match the motion instead of the usual lazy splash. It’s horny, sure, but sometimes it slows down and lets the romance breathe, and then ruins the mood again by tossing in a puzzle with tiny icons that are absolute hell if you’re playing on a trackpad. I kept thinking “why is there no option to simplify this for people with shaky hands” while my character was getting railed from behind in another scene ten minutes later. Also, whoever mapped the skip and auto-advance buttons clearly never used a screen reader, because the clickable zones are tiny, and I almost clicked past a really good scene with a futa-on-futa blowjob followed by a messy double creampie that honestly deserved its own replay gallery filter. But no, you just scroll and scroll and scroll. Not fixing that, I guess.

There’s this weird moment when you’re playing, where you suddenly realize that in this world nobody is really “the guy” or “the girl” in the old boring way, and yet everybody is horny about power anyway. You’re this college professor, trans woman, looking very put-together on the surface, stylish outfits, that slightly strict teacher energy that makes you want to sit up straight and also get on your knees. The campus looks normal at first, everyday slice-of-life stuff, coffee in the staff room, awkward students, dumb meetings. Then conversations slowly twist into something more playful, more corrupted, like the world already accepted that gender is flexible, but people are still kinky little creeps about who gets to be on top. You’re respected by your colleagues, but they look at you with that extra second of eye contact, like they know you’re packing more than a gradebook under that skirt. The boyfriend exists, sure, sweet and supportive and kind of useless, which is funny, because the game pretends everything is fine while quietly setting up all these opportunities to ruin that “normal life” with your own hands.

What really hooked me was when the game stops flirting and actually lets you act on all that tension. There’s this scene with a shy femboy in your class, the kind that blushes just from you calling his name, and the dialogue lets you tease him slowly enough that you can almost hear his voice crack. You can be soft, patient, talking about his future and grades, and then without changing tone you slide into talking about how obedient he is, how cute his legs look when he crosses them. It feels like you’re directing your own audio drama, choosing where the pitch goes up, where you lean in, when you finally push him over that line. And because the MC is mostly the one on top, the camera and the writing both treat her as the center of gravity. She takes control in bed with the same calm authority she uses in the classroom, guiding a girl’s head down for a blowjob or pressing a trembling trans partner into the mattress for a deep, messy creampie. There’s a scene in a cramped office where you corner a female colleague who has been flirting for way too long, and you can practically imagine the sound of the chair wheels scraping as you pin her there, one hand on her throat, the other under her skirt, until she breaks and begs you to fuck her harder. It should be ridiculous, and it is, but the game knows it. It goes from serious psychological “who am I really” questions to you railing a cute futa on your desk like this is just another faculty meeting. And of course, I kept pausing the game thinking about how I would deliver those lines as a voice actor, where to add a breathy laugh, where to drag out a moan. Then I forgot completely and just clicked through, because seeing the professor pound that femboy into the bed while whispering in his ear about how good boys spread their legs for their teacher was way more interesting than analyzing anything.

Halloween drinks, shitty plastic fangs, that kind of fake-spooky vibe where everyone’s already thinking about fucking before the first jump scare even happens. That’s the mood here. You’ve got Crystal and Dana doing the “who can show more cleavage without admitting it’s on purpose” contest, Elena pretending she’s above it while her dress is doing absolutely nothing to hide that ass, and Finn trying to act like the only thing he’s eyeing is the cocktail menu. Then somebody throws out the genius idea to keep the party going in an abandoned house by the beach, because horny people in horror stories never learn. It’s a short kinetic ride, no choices, just sit down, click, and let it roll, like when you open Telegram on your phone just to check one thing and suddenly you’re watching some cursed porn thread for 15 minutes straight. Same energy.

The engine part is actually kinda funny to me. It’s simple, yeah, but the 3D models carry personality. The bodies look heavy and real enough that when the girls start teasing each other, tits bouncing, hips pressed against old dusty walls, you can almost hear your GPU go “bro, calm down” even though the game is not that demanding. Crystal is the one who feels like she’s always one bad decision away from taking her top off in public, and here she kinda does that. The exhibitionism ramps slowly, first with jokes in the bar, a hand sliding too low on a thigh, a dare to flash in the old house corridor where every shadow looks like it’s watching. Then you remember this is futa horror, not some softcore pool party. The protagonist packing a thick futa cock under that tight outfit is the real jump scare for anyone in the group who thought they knew what they wanted. There is anal, there is humiliation, there is that uncomfortable moment where pleasure and fear get so close you’re not sure which one is making your dick twitch. And in the middle of all that, the timing stumbles a bit. A key reaction shot lingers too long, a moan subtitle pops slightly off-sync, one bigger scare lands kind of flat and I kept thinking “ok, you could have given me one click to react there”. But then another scene hits where the futa MC gets pushed against a rotting window, ass raised, someone’s hand forcing her to show herself to the beach outside, and the game suddenly remembers exactly what it wants to be.

What I liked most is how the pacing snaps from playful to cruel without asking for permission. One second they’re laughing about costumes, next second someone is on their knees, lipstick smeared, gagging on a thick trans cock while the house feels like it’s listening. The milf energy here is not polite either. Dana feels like that older woman who knows exactly how far she can push humiliation before it breaks you, and she stays right on that edge, grabbing hair, whispering filthy stuff that is way more degrading than the actual acts. Big tits press together, sweat and cheap Halloween makeup mixing while the story calmly reminds you that something in the house is not right. No branching, no stats, no grinding. Just a tight little nightmare where big asses and bigger dicks brush up against rotten walls and the camera is not shy about angles that make you feel like a creep in the corner. If you want to squeeze everything out of it, don’t rush. Let the silences sit. Don’t spam-click past the build-up. Read the lines where they talk shit to each other, where the fear slips into arousal and back. That’s where the horror and the horny really twist together and your brain goes “I shouldn’t be turned on by this” while your body’s like “too late”.

Esterium feels like somebody’s horny D&D notebook that accidentally grew into a browser game, and I kind of love that it’s still rough around the edges. You get tossed into this messy fantasy world with a body you pick yourself: big-dicked futa amazon, soft trans mage, stacked barbarian girl with tits that look like they’d knock her off balance, or just some unlucky dude who wandered way too far from home. It starts simple, mostly text and some 3D-ish character shots, but the way the game talks to you has this awkward charm. One moment you’re reading about rusty swords and trading junk, next moment the description suddenly spends three lines on how your cock twitches under your armor, or how your nipples brush the inside of your leather top when you climb over a ruined wall. It’s a bit inconsistent, but in a kind of “oh, a real person is writing this while horny and tired” way that feels weirdly honest.

There was this moment where my futa barbarian was barely strong enough to leave the starting area. I thought, fine, gonna grind skeletons like usual. Instead of a big hype combat, the game just quietly lets you bonk a skeleton to pieces with a rusty axe and then spends more time describing the sweat on your abs than the actual fight. I was like, ok priorities understood. Then later I rerolled as a female mage, wandered in the wrong direction, and ended up in a forest that felt way too empty. Just birds, vague paths, some herbs, nobody to fuck, no monster girl jumping out of the bushes. I actually got annoyed, left the tab open, went to scroll Twitter on my phone, came back, and only then noticed I had missed a clickable option in the text. Suddenly, bam, you meet this monster girl with claws and soft curves, and the game flips from “standard fantasy exploration” to “she pins you to a tree and smells your fear before deciding she’d rather smell your arousal instead.” There is no smooth transition. It’s like the writer forgot they were making an RPG and remembered “oh right, porn” halfway through the paragraph.

The sex so far is short, but it hits specific buttons. There’s this focus on size, on how heavy your tits feel when you run, how your cock strains against your gear when a merchant leans over the counter and you get a hint of cleavage. It’s not super poetic, more like horny forum roleplay with slightly better grammar. Sometimes the pacing is just weird: a whole careful explanation of basic trading, then suddenly one sentence like “her tongue traces the vein along your shaft” and you’re like, wait, we’re doing this now? I like that you can be any of the three main body flavors and the world mostly reacts to your genitals instead of treating it like a big identity lecture. You’re a futa or trans type? Cool, here’s how your underwear feels when you walk, here’s how monsters grab you by the hips and test your “endurance” in a way that has nothing to do with hitpoints. I wish the combat and leveling were less prototype and more “I’m scared to fight that demon because she might absolutely break my back in the fun way”, but also, if they ever polish it too much, it might lose that sleepy, horny energy it has right now. It’s like catching a kink game at that stage where it’s still shy and a bit clumsy, but you can already see it wants to drag you into a dark alley and see how much your character can take before their legs stop working.

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.

You start out broke, horny, and honestly kind of useless. A futa drifter with nothing but a lazy streak and way too much libido, somehow stumbling into this weird-ass job at a place called Paradise. The name sounds cheesy until you realize it’s literally a building stuffed with girls from other worlds - some have tails, some have dicks, some just have that look like they know exactly what you’re thinking before you say it. You don’t do much at first. Walk around, chat, make bad choices. The kind of slow burn that feels like foreplay stretched over lazy afternoons. The world doesn’t rush you; it teases.

The demo’s short as hell, but it’s got this strange charm - like someone’s dirty dream half-coded into existence. You talk to three women (each hotter than the last, in their own freaky way), and there’s one full-on sex scene that goes harder than expected for such an early build. It’s not just the tits or the sweat or the sound of skin slapping - though, yeah, that’s there - it’s how close it gets to feeling personal. You’re not a faceless camera; you’re inside the mess, in first person, every grunt echoing right behind your ribs. The POV work’s filthy and intimate without trying too hard, which is rare for these kinds of games.

What sticks in my head though? Not the sex (well, not only). It’s the weird cozy tone under all that filth. Like a broken rom-com that accidentally grew a pair. You can feel the dev wanted to make something more than just a jerk tool. The characters flirt like real people - awkward, messy, a little too forward - and then go straight into positions that’d break a spine. One girl talks about love while she’s still dripping on your thigh. It’s janky, it’s short, it’s kinda dumb, but it’s got heart. The dirty kind. The kind that makes you grin when you realize you’ll come back for the next update just to see who else moves into Paradise.

This one feels like I walked into my own gallery at closing hour, lights half off, and there is just this one piece on the wall that will not let me go. A retired hunter, alone, pretending the world has moved on. And outside the door, a lovesick werewolf, so full of longing and hunger that it almost hurts to read. The game is short, yes, but it hits like a very focused exhibition: just you, the wolf boy who never really stopped chasing you, and a forest night that smells of wet fur, blood, and someone you used to fuck or maybe should have. You pick your pronouns, you name your hunter, but it still feels like the story already knows you. It treats you as if you have history with this creature. The first time he steps out of the dark, half monster, half man, teeth shining, eyes too soft for that body, it’s like some twisted fairytale where the woodcutter secretly wanted the wolf all along.

What I liked is how the erotic bits grow out of that mood instead of just dropping from the sky. The build up is slow and sticky: brushing against his fur, the way his tail twitches when you threaten him with your old hunter voice, the way he still calls you like you’re the only person in the world who ever mattered. And then it becomes very physical, very fast. There is dry humping that feels desperate, almost clumsy, like he has been replaying this moment in his head for years and actually touching you overloads him. The handjob scenes are messy, all panting and grinding, like he wants to climb into your skin. I liked the oral a lot because you feel it from the hunter’s point of view, the heat of his mouth, the wet noise, the way he struggles to keep his fangs away from your cock while still licking you stupid. There is cock warming too, with that strange mix of comfort and filth: him buried in you or wrapped around you, both of you not really moving, just breathing and trembling while his knot or his mouth keeps you trapped. It is strangely tender, even when there is biting and marking, your neck, your chest, his claws in your back, like he is carving his name into an old property. Sometimes it gets a little too wordy, like the writer is afraid to shut up and just let you sit in the silence between thrusts, but then you get one perfect line like “you taste like home” and my brain just stops.

CGs are few but they land nicely, like catching flashes of explicit sketches in some NSFW Twitter scroll that you shouldn’t open at work. Him on top of you, eyes glazed and needy, fur matted, your body pinned under claws that could rip you open while his cock presses hard against your stomach. Or that moment where he’s between your legs, ears back, cheeks flushed, mouth full of you, wolfish features twisted around devotion and greed. The multiple endings make the sex feel heavier, because you know you might break him for good. One wrong choice and that romantic, horny monster you just had rutting against your thigh with his tongue hanging out can end up bleeding in the dirt because of you. It’s a game about fucking, yes, but it is also about how much power you keep over someone who loves you enough to let you kill him. I played it on mobile in bed, screen too bright, one hand scrolling and the other wandering lower every time he whined your name. At some point I got annoyed that the text box covers just a bit too much of his body during one of the best scenes and I kept adjusting my phone like that would fix it, and now I can’t stop thinking about that tiny stupid issue instead of going back in for the last ending. Anyway. The sound of him begging, even just in text, sticks in your head like a good meme you don’t want to share with anyone. This is not a clean story, not emotionally and certainly not physically, and that is exactly why it works.

Train home, one hand on the phone, other hand pretending to hold the rail, and this game pops back in my head again. That dumb little title I opened “just for a quick peek” on Firefox between Slack pings, and then suddenly I’m watching this kinda pathetic, kinda hot Futa MC jerking off in a school locker room to a girl’s cardigan like it’s the Holy Grail. Asuna is exactly that type: quiet, looks normal, huge secret between her legs, brain packed with way too much horny. It’s all school corridors, after-class empty rooms, the faint smell you imagine from gym clothes and panties stuffed into a bag. She’s obsessed with Sakurako in such a messy, stalker way that it should feel wrong, but the writing leans into it so hard it becomes this weirdly honest fantasy of “what if my crush actually caught me doing this and didn’t freak out, just stared and said keep going”. When Sakurako sees her buried in the closet, dick out, using her clothes like a tissue, the whole mood flips in like two lines. No big romance speech, just that one line where she asks to watch, and suddenly the whole story pivots from secret perv to exhibition pet project. That turn is where the game sold me. I was already on board for the jerk-off-in-uniforms stuff, but it hits different when the target of the lust starts leaning in instead of running away.

Scenes feel like they’re written by someone who has actually edged to eroge in a cramped apartment and not some “professional” writer polishing every line. There’s a lot of clumsy phrasing, some horny repetition, and the audio is that super recognizable Japanese voice style where the girl sounds half embarrassed, half demon in heat. Sometimes the moans go on a bit too long while the text is saying almost nothing, and I kept tapping through like, yeah yeah I get it, she’s panting, please let me see what she does next with that toy. But then a line would land perfectly, like when Sakurako casually orders Asuna to stroke slower while she’s still in uniform, one shoe slipped off, and I just stopped and reread it. The power dynamic is funny because Asuna is the one with the dick, but she’s also the one basically chained by her own crush, getting told when to jerk, when to stop, where to cum. There’s a scene with her on her knees under a desk, trying to keep quiet while someone passes outside the classroom, and I actually grinned like an idiot on the subway, which is… not ideal. The different routes sneak up on you too. I picked choices almost at random on my phone, thinking “okay, this is clearly the horny option”, and then later I realized I completely locked myself into a more twisted relationship path without noticing. One run I ended up with a really intimate mutual play scene that felt almost sweet, the next I got something colder and way more humiliating, same two girls, same setting, just slightly different chain of “yes” to her requests. Some of the AI-touched art looks off in tiny places, like fingers fused weird or a stray strand of hair doing impossible gymnastics, and it pulled me out for a second, but then the next frame would hit me with Asuna’s face glazed and eyes rolled up, full ahegao, and honestly my brain just shut up and let it happen. Perfect for those shameless “five minutes in the bathroom with Chrome incognito and headphones half in” kind of sessions.