Vampirella Mouse/Game Pad – Cemetery Seduction Edition

Product Description: Vampirella Mouse Pad – Cemetery Seduction Edition (15" x 31")

Step into the shadows of desire with this bold and sultry Vampirella Gaming Mat – Cemetery Seduction Edition, a must-have for fans of gothic beauty and supernatural allure. Measuring a generous 15 x 31 inches, this premium mouse pad isn’t just functional—it’s an unapologetic statement of raw, vampiric sensuality.

Kneeling in the eerie moonlight of a crumbling cemetery, Ella—Vampirella herself—commands the darkness with every curve and glance. Her iconic blood-red bikini clings to her body, barely containing her voluptuous figure, while black fishnet nylons stretch taut over her thighs, adding a sinful touch of rebellion. Her leather wrist bracelets and fingerless gloves glint with a dangerous charm as she leans forward, eyes locked in a seductive, commanding stare that dares you to move your hand.

With gravestones surrounding her and fog curling around her knees, this undead goddess of temptation is frozen in a moment of wicked seduction—her lips slightly parted, her body arching just enough to make your pulse race. The artwork is rich in detail and drenched in a moody, gothic color palette, bringing Vampirella's dark, erotic mystique to life on your desktop.

Crafted with a high-density rubber base for non-slip grip and a smooth, low-friction surface, this mouse pad offers precision control whether you're gaming, working, or simply admiring the femme fatale who watches over your every move.

Perfect for horror fans, gothic enthusiasts, and lovers of dangerously sexy collectibles, this Vampirella mouse pad turns your workspace into a sinful sanctuary of style and power.

This is a Special-Order Game Pad/Mat and requires 10 days to ship.***

Warning: Working with this much temptation beneath your hand may be hazardous to your productivity.

Here is an erotic Vampirella Story....

“Crimson Embrace” – A Vampirella Tale

The moon hung heavy over the old cemetery on the edge of the city, casting long silver shadows across crooked tombstones. A thin mist clung to the ground, swirling like spirits in unrest. It was a place people avoided after dark—everyone except Vince, a thrill-seeker drawn by rumors of sightings, whispers of a red-drenched woman who moved like silk through the fog.

He didn’t believe in monsters. Not really. But as he walked past crumbling mausoleums with only a flashlight and a racing heart, he saw her.

She didn’t step out so much as emerge from the night itself.

Kneeling beside a gravestone, her long legs folded beneath her in a feline poise, the woman was unlike anything Vince had ever seen. The red of her bikini burned like fire against her pale skin, every inch of her sculpted body glistening under the moon’s kiss. Black fishnet nylons wrapped around her thighs, and leather wristbands gripped her arms like restraints of her own choosing. Her long black hair tumbled down her back, and her deep crimson lips curved into something between a smirk and a threat.

“Lost?” she purred, voice sultry and smooth like red wine poured over ice.

Vince froze, jaw slack, unable to hide his eyes as they swept over her. The curve of her breasts, full and barely restrained by her scandalous top, drew him in like a moth to flame. Her legs slowly unfolded, graceful and deliberate, revealing strength beneath the seduction.

“I… didn’t expect to find anyone out here,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

“You came looking for a story,” she said, rising to her feet. She stood taller than he expected, statuesque. Predatory. “And I have one to give.”

Before he could respond, she was in front of him. Too fast. Too close. Her hands slid up his chest, nails teasing his shirt. Her lips hovered near his ear.

“But stories come with a price,” she whispered.

Her leg coiled behind his, then snapped—a dancer’s grace paired with a predator’s efficiency. Vince fell back with a grunt, landing against the cold stone of a tomb. She was on him before he could move, straddling his chest with her thighs pressed tightly around his sides. He could feel the power in her legs—unrelenting, inescapable. He gasped as the pressure increased, paralyzing, electric.

Her eyes glowed faintly red now, a telltale shimmer of the inhuman beauty she truly was.

“You feel that?” she said, voice low and erotic. “Your heart pounding… your breath quickening… It’s delicious.”

He tried to move, to speak, but her thighs locked tighter, stealing the breath from his lungs. Yet still, he was mesmerized—entranced by her flawless skin, the way her chest rose and fell slowly, the sway of her hips as she leaned down.

“You wanted danger. You wanted the dark,” she said, her lips now inches from his. “I am the dark.”

Her mouth opened, revealing sharp, glistening fangs.

She kissed him—not gentle, but consuming—before her teeth sank into his neck with agonizing grace. Pain laced with pleasure. Terror tangled with desire. His fingers gripped her thighs reflexively as his life spilled into her.

She drank slowly, savoring him. A feast of adrenaline and lust. His struggles weakened, and his gaze blurred—but even as the light faded from his eyes, he watched her, still enchanted.

When it was done, Vampirella leaned back, blood staining her lips like crimson lipstick. She wiped her mouth with the back of her glove and rose effortlessly from his limp form.

“Beautiful,” she murmured to the night, licking the final drop from her finger. “They always are when they fall willingly.”

And with a swirl of fog and the flick of her raven hair, she disappeared into the graveyard shadows—leaving behind only silence and an empty body cooling under the stars.