Evelynn League of Legends Mouse Pads
Evelynn – Agony’s Embrace Sexy Mouse Mat (15 x 31 Inches)
For Those Who Dare to Tempt the Shadows
Let Evelynn, the seductive demoness of League of Legends, take control of your desk with this large 15 x 31 inch mouse or desk mat—designed to tempt, tease, and dominate your space with pure, provocative power.
Featuring high-resolution artwork of Evelynn in one of her most sultry, barely-clothed forms—glowing eyes, razor-sharp claws, and that unforgettable body barely veiled in shadow—this mouse pad is not just an accessory... it's an invitation. An invitation to surrender.
Crafted for both sensual aesthetics and smooth performance, it’s perfect for long gaming sessions, seductive stream setups, or simply indulging your love for Evelynn’s dark allure.
* Size XL: 15" x 31" – ample space to glide, flick, and dominate
* Surface: Ultra-smooth microfiber cloth for silky tracking and sinful precision
* Base: Non-slip rubber backing—because she likes it when you stay put
* Design: Vivid, fade-resistant NSFW art of Evelynn, embracing her raw, deadly beauty
Whether you're a midlane menace or just under her spell, this Evelynn mouse pad will make every click feel like you're dancing on the edge of pleasure and pain.
**Warning:** Extended exposure may cause obsession, distraction, and the sudden urge to main her.
Great — here's a dark and intense story featuring Evelynn, the Agony's Embrace from League of Legends. This version captures her predatory and seductive nature, laced with psychological torment and shadowy allure, in a mature but non-explicit narrative:
"Agony’s Embrace” – A Dark Evelynn Story
The city of Zaun never truly sleeps. Even in its quietest hours, the shadows breathe—coiling through alleys, curling around neon-lit bars, whispering behind closed doors. Tonight, one such whisper slid past the ear of a man named Kael.
Kael was a broker of secrets, a man who trafficked in whispers and sold the sins of others to the highest bidder. He was careful, paranoid even, but tonight… he let his guard down. Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps it was her.
She’d appeared just before midnight. A woman carved from temptation itself—long legs, eyes glowing with cruel hunger, lips parted in a smile that promised pleasure and hinted at pain. She didn’t give a name. She didn’t need to.
“I heard you know things,” she whispered into his ear, voice silk and smoke. “Dangerous things.”
Kael smirked. “That depends on what you're offering.”
She leaned in closer, her nails brushing down his chest like razors sheathed in velvet. “I’m offering… release.”
They left the bar together; her arm laced through his as though he were escorting royalty. No one noticed them vanish into the alley, swallowed by the dark.
Inside the narrow corridor behind the tavern, Kael pressed her against the wall, breath quick, heart faster. Her smile didn’t falter—it widened.
“I haven’t even started,” she purred.
He never saw the transformation. One moment, she was silk and perfume. The next, her skin rippled into shadow, her true form emerging like something summoned from a forgotten dream. Her claws sank into his back, not to hold him—no, to trap him.
He cried out. Not in pain, but in confusion, in terror. She fed on it.
“W-what are you?” he stammered, legs buckling under the weight of her touch.
Evelynn leaned close, her breath hot on his cheek. “I’m what comes after the fantasy.”
Her voice curled around his thoughts like a slow-burning fire. She dragged her claws across his chest, not to draw blood, but to stir fear. Pure, rich, delicious fear.
He backed against the wall, cornered, powerless.
“You wanted danger,” she said, tilting her head. “So, tell me, Kael… how does it feel to finally be *noticed*?”
Tendrils of shadow wrapped around his limbs, binding him, raising him from the ground like a puppet. She watched him dangle, her eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction.
“I live for this moment,” Evelynn whispered. “When your hope dies... and you realize no one is coming to save you.”
He trembled. She smiled.
As he hung there, breath shallow and mind unraveling, Evelynn fed—not on flesh, but on the slow, exquisite spiral of his torment. She kissed him once—mocking, cruel—and then pressed a claw to his throat.
Not deep enough to kill.
Just enough to remind him: the end was hers to decide.
And then, just before darkness finally claimed him, he heard her whisper one last time:
“Thank you for the agony. I’ll remember your screams.”
The alley was empty when Zaun’s early risers passed by. No blood. No body. Just the faint scent of perfume on the air... and the cold, crawling sense that someone had suffered there.
And somewhere, in the deeper dark between dimensions, Evelynn licked her lips and vanished—on the hunt again.
