Succubus Saya NSFW Deluxe Mouse Pad – 12″ x 18″
Summon temptation with every click using the Succubus Saya NSFW Mouse Pad, a 12″ x 18″ premium display of sinful beauty designed to awaken your darkest desires.
Saya lounges across the surface in a barely-there black string bikini, the thin straps clinging to her flawless crimson skin, teasing just enough to leave your imagination burning. Her generous curves are posed to perfection—arched hips, a taut waist, and full, exposed cleavage that nearly spills past the fabric’s limits.
Her thigh-high black latex boots gleam under hellish lighting, hugging every sculpted line of her legs as she props herself forward on her elbows, violet eyes locked on you with a hunger that dares you to make the first move. Her dark hair tumbles over one shoulder, framing a wicked, knowing smile that promises pleasure—and the price that comes with it.
Whether you’re gaming, working, or surrendering to the siren call of Saya herself, this mouse pad doesn’t just support your hand—it owns your attention.
Dare to touch. Prepare to fall.
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Story Title: “One Night in the Crimson Vault”
He should have known better than to light a summoning candle in a ruined cathedral.
The young warlock—ambitious, cocky, and dangerously lonely—had read about her in a forbidden codex. The Crimson Temptress. The devourer of moans. The succubus that gods whispered about but never faced. He’d expected a vision, a hallucination maybe. Some whisper of heat and shadow.
He hadn’t expected her to appear.
But now she stood before him in the candlelight.
Succubus Saya.
Tall. Barefoot. Skin flushed like fresh blood under the moon. Her black-crimson hair flowed like melted silk down her bare shoulders, framing glowing violet eyes and full, glossy lips that curled into a hungry smile.
She wore nothing but thin black mesh—just enough to suggest mystery, but transparent enough to kill it with a glance. Her large, heavy breasts swayed with each step, nipples clearly pierced and taut with arousal. Between her legs, the thin fabric dipped into a tight, shadowed cleft—barely concealing the slick heat glistening between her thighs.
The man staggered back as she stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the stone. He tried to speak, but her eyes burned into his soul like branding irons.
“So eager to summon me,” she said, her voice smooth and smoky. “Did you think I wouldn’t come to collect?”
“I—” he managed, but the words stuck in his throat as her hand slid up his chest, fingers cool, nails painted a deep violet.
“You called my name,” she whispered, licking her lips slowly. “Now let me taste yours.”
In one fluid motion, she pushed him back onto the cathedral’s broken altar. Her strength was unearthly. He didn’t resist—he couldn’t. Her scent filled his nose: roses, cinnamon, and wet heat. Her mouth came down on his, and her kiss ignited him—not gentle or romantic, but feral. Her tongue thrust deep, exploring, claiming.
His groin throbbed painfully as she slid down his body, clawing his shirt open and pressing her soft, full breasts against his bare skin. Her breath was hot against his throat. Then his chest. Then his stomach.
She looked up at him as her fingers undid his belt.
“I’m hungry,” she purred. “Feed me.”
And then she took him into her mouth.
He gasped—no, moaned—as her lips slid down his shaft, her tongue wrapping around it like a velvet vice. She didn’t just suck—she devoured, every inch enveloped in wet, sinful heat. Her throat took him completely, and she moaned around him, sending vibrations that made his spine arch.
But that wasn’t all.
As her mouth worked him with inhuman skill, he felt it—energy draining from his core. A deep, erotic pull. His muscles trembled. His skin burned. She was draining him—not just with her mouth, but magically, pulling the lust straight from his soul.
His vision blurred. His legs spasmed.
“Oh gods—Saya—”
She pulled her mouth off with a wet pop and smiled up at him, her lips glistening. “Not yet. I want it all.”
She mounted him slowly, lowering herself onto his pulsing length with a sigh that made the cathedral quake. Her walls were scalding, tight, and soaked. Every inch of him disappeared into her, and she began to ride—smooth at first, then harder. Faster. Her breasts bounced violently, sweat beading on her perfect skin.
He reached to touch her hips, but she slapped his hands down and pinned them. “No touching,” she whispered, leaning close. “You just lie there… and give.”
And he did.
She rode him like a throne, rolling her hips with practiced rhythm. Her moans grew louder—raw and erotic, not human at all. Her tail wrapped around his leg. Her claws dug into his chest. The Lust Drain intensified with every thrust. His thoughts melted. He couldn’t speak—just pant, beg, thrust up into her as she took everything.
Finally, she gripped his face, forcing him to look at her.
“Cum for me,” she commanded. Her violet eyes glowed, pupils slitted. “Give it to me. Give me everything.”
His body convulsed as he obeyed.
Pleasure like white fire ripped through him. His climax hit hard—too hard. His vision went white. His hips jerked, his back arched, and he screamed as he emptied into her, not just physically but spiritually. She drank it all.
His soul. His lust. His heat. His mind.
When it was over, he collapsed—twitching, soaked in sweat, his breath ragged. Saya stood over him, licking his essence from her lips.
“That was delicious,” she purred. “You were worth the summoning.”
She leaned down and kissed his forehead, gentle now. “Sleep, little warlock. You’ll be sore in the morning… if you remember anything at all.”
And with a final flick of her tail, she vanished into the crimson mist.
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