Lucy

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Lucy

From: $140.34


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Each toy from this page is handcrafted just for you in our workshop, typically ready within 10-30 days

Normally inhabiting the lower rings of Hell, Lucy's on holiday to indulge us mortals.

After so many canine dildos, this is our first fully canine-inspired penetrable, designed with an cartoon-style aesthetic.

"Lucy is great to tease and grind on..."

Her plush, triangular cookie cushions against your crotch on the way in, squeezing gently at your base.

Once inside, you'll find a subtle, open texture, quickly leading into a detailed tunnel before pushing against her cervix.

Normally inhabiting the lower rings of Hell, Lucy's on holiday to indulge us mortals.

After so many canine dildos, this is our first fully canine-inspired penetrable, designed with an cartoon-style aesthetic.

Her plush, triangular cookie cushions against your crotch on the way in, squeezing gently at your base.

Once inside, you'll find a subtle, open texture, quickly leading into a detailed tunnel before pushing against her cervix.

Her signature is the main event, with a glossy black cookie set against her subtle red stomach, ass, and shimmering black-red body.

As a helldog, Lucy is gonna be hot on the inside. Heating her in warm water before play adds so much to the experience of being intimate.

Hellhound is her more 'lunar' look, with a white belly, sparkling grey body, and darker pink lips, she's sure to bring some fire into your bedroom.

You'll be greeted with a comfortable squish on entering her perfectly pink cookie, gently deforming to fit you as you slip in.

Made from Weredog's famously durable silicone. Inert, body-safe and lovely to touch, you'll find Lucy lasts longer than many other brands.

Her signature is the main event, with a glossy black cookie set against her subtle red stomach, ass, and shimmering black-red body.

As a helldog, Lucy is gonna be hot on the inside. Heating her in warm water before play adds so much to the experience of being intimate.

Hellhound is her more 'lunar' look, with a white belly, sparkling grey body, and darker pink lips, she's sure to bring some fire into your bedroom.

You'll be greeted with a comfortable squish on entering her perfectly pink cookie, gently deforming to fit you as you slip in.

Made from Weredog's famously durable silicone. Inert, body-safe and lovely to touch, you'll find Lucy lasts longer than many other brands.

Get to know Lucy

Temptress of worlds below. That’s the rough translation of the section you’re reading, within this thickly bound book that’s weathered like it’s had a thousand owners. Getting your hands on it had been enough of a feat, but now the difficult part; performing the ritual correctly.

 

Full of incantations and ancient science, half of the summonings in the parchment were for monsters which could have split reality itself. Records of creatures so devastating that they had to be locked away; mentions of how to tap their power from across dimensions. This one, though - Lucy - She’d been banished for other reasons. 

 

“May, 1863; Incantations proving ineffective. Half of the city now serves her. As an aurator it pains me to exclude detail, but anything inscribed with her name acts as a beacon to expand her range, so I shall refrain… But all we hear from across the river now are waves of lust.”

 

So naturally, you decided to summon her for a quick fling. You’ve marked the floor as directed, lit candles sat at each corner between lines. All that is unclear from the text is where to stand - but placing yourself within the circle seems a strong bet. Heart racing in anticipation, your fingers slide over the ancient parchment, and you read aloud the words.

 

"Prode, esto verus! Formam meam sacrifico, ut tuam sumas."

 

The candles dance gently in response, but after a moment… Not much more happens.

 

"Prode, esto verus, formam meam sacrifico, ut tuam sumas!”

 

A sound washes through the room; an exhalation? Maybe a sigh. It’s accompanied by the soft movement of air over your skin.

 

“Prode, esto verus, forma-”

 

“Yes, yes. I’m here.” The feminine voice comes from everywhere around you. “Well, I suppose I’m not here. You’ll need to travel if you want time with me… Come.”

 

The candles shimmer, flickering from their normal hue to a perfect red. From their points on the ground, the lines begin to glow the same red, the light spreading until it’s all the way under your feet. Then, tendrils… Not quite tendrils, but ghostly, half-opaque, black billows seep up through the floor and into the air, as though relieved of gravity. They multiply, occupying all the volume around your legs, billowing upward and obscuring your body. Then finally as they reach your head, your view goes black, the warm, dense vaporous fog enveloping your whole self, felt beginning to rush past you.

 

You’re relieved of the weight on your feet, as though floating. Vision still obscured, all you notice is that increased rushing, like warm wind moving up around you. It accelerates, and it dawns on you that it may not be the wind moving past you, but you through it… You’re falling. As quickly as it had appears, the blackness rises away from you as you fall from it, and you see rock coming up to meet you.

 

You land on your ass with a thump. Not the most graceful entry, but not so hard as to cause harm. Picking yourself up, the environment around you comes into view.

Red. Crimson clouds above, a glowing red horizon. Rock extends into the distance as far as the eye can see, interrupted by billows of that same gravity-less black vapour. And directly in front of you, a throne. Tall, regal, lined with all different tones of red - but empty. At its feet, bipedal creatures stand and sit as though waiting.

 

“Hello, you gorgeous thing… So good of you to come.” Her voice comes again, from nowhere. “I see what you’re after. You found the book, you must have been pretty motivated…” The voice begins to focus near the throne, and the black vapour collects around the seat. It thickens and coalesces, forming the shape of a bipedal body, and finally she solidifies right in front of you, her form gathering into full focus, sat upon her chair. The figures beneath the throne gasp and bow, lowering themselves to her.

 

She’s a hellhound. Darker crimson overall, red fur adorns her chest, chin and stomach, and her ruby eyes pierce the shadow cast over her by the throne. Black horns push through the fur of her head to stand regally above it.

 

“I’m Lucy. And you just travelled the dimensions of hell for a fuck. Ordinarily I’d call you simple, but today, that will work just fine… Lay your hand upon this, and I’ll give you what you’re after.” She waves a clawed hand, casting a floating parchment into the air inscribed with several lines written in a script that’s too elaborate to properly read, with an area readied for your imprint. 

 

You probably SHOULDN’T put your hand on that line…

 

However…

 

The moment you touch your fingers to the paper, a patch of it burns away in the exact shape of your hand, and the rest is quickly whisked away into ash. And that’s that.

“Well, my daring little traveller, that will do it! An orgasm for a physical form, goodness me, I drive a hard bargain. Come bury yourself, you ought to get used to my body…” She says casually, as though not wanting to make her point too clear.

Lucy’s simple clothing burns away just as the parchment had. She uncrosses her legs seductively, and your vision is drawn down as that plump puss comes into view. Right, a hellhound, that probably makes sense… She’s got a thick, almost triangular cookie, her canine parts different than what you’re used to but looking positively luscious when set against her taut, furred body.

Well, if you’re gonna fuck a hell creature, they may as well be exotic… She lets her top fizzle away and her tits bounce into the open, pushing her chest forward teasingly. As you step up the rock toward her it becomes more apparent how big Lucy is, around seven feet tall. She’d stand head and shoulders above you. The creatures assert you with an envious gaze as you step past, but you’re focussed on her… She reaches for you, encircling your shoulders with her arms and pulling your bare skin against her fuzz.

“Go wild.” She grins. Lucy leans back in her chair to push her thick feminine parts against your lower stomach, and you have to step up onto a higher rock to level your junk with hers. Starting half-hard, you quickly stiffen as you feel your shaft smear and slide against her cushioned pussy - she’s slick already, so there’s not a moment of friction. Even grinding over the outside of it feels great, the warmth and gentle twitching making her feel so alive, so inviting. You catch a glint from a canine tooth above, the hellhound giving you a grin, and then encircling your back with her legs. “You do it like this…” She teases, pulling against your lower back. You sink up her plump cookie all in one go, both seeing and feeling it spread, and she huffs past a bitten lip.

She feels wild. Hotter than anyone else you’ve been inside, Lucy’s warmth adds to her gentle tightness, and that intoxicating combo has you unable to stop moving your hips. The first couple of grinds sink you in two-thirds of the way, but then you plunge completely inside her and find a whole new sensation. Her cookie cushions against your crotch, spreading, subtly bulging as you hilt, felt squeezed outward against your balls and lower stomach, driving you to keep up that thrusting, delving into her cushy cooch.

She pulls you against her with her arms, excitedly encouraging you onward, and as you flop forward onto her you get a whole faceful of her tits. Slipping your arms around her waist, you can fully bury against Lucy’s warm, furred torso, her thick fuzz so soft and inviting… God, it’s like fucking a luxury couch, in all the best ways. She squeezes her upper arms against her tits to press them around your face, her tail looping around your back to add even more fur-on-skin contact. It’s easy to see why all her followers are so jealous of you.

Sunken into her like this, it doesn’t take long. With her dripping cookie soaking your whole crotch you can just plow right into your ecstatic acquaintance, your balls subtly pulling up to your crotch in preparation. Rings of red runes illuminate around your body and hers, intensifying right up until the last moment, but all you can even process is the feeling of all that fur, of her hot pussy twitching and squirting around you… With a shudder and a gasp, you can’t stop yourself, and you cum right up that groaning, grinning girl. The runes snap into place midair, then fizzle away.

Letting her own climax finish, she shivers as a couple more squirts drench your balls. Lucy inhales, sighs, and leans in to you, giving you a kiss to the forehead. “Thanks, sweetheart… You’re gonna enjoy the next few years.”

She pushes on your chest gently, and you slide out of her, toppling backward. The black vapour from earlier comes up to meet you, and you fall through it, right back into the middle of the summoning circle you’d started in.


“And so am I, for that matter.” Your lips say. You look down at yourself as, without your willing it, you pick yourself up and run your hands over yourself… Fur, tits, tail? An even more wild sensation comes as you feel your finger slip up your own cookie and swirl, freshly adorned with your own orgasm. “You all good in there? Don’t worry, I just need the body temporarily… Let’s go get some followers, mm?”

Get to know Lucy

Temptress of worlds below. That’s the rough translation of the section you’re reading, within this thickly bound book that’s weathered like it’s had a thousand owners. Getting your hands on it had been enough of a feat, but now the difficult part; performing the ritual correctly.

 

Full of incantations and ancient science, half of the summonings in the parchment were for monsters which could have split reality itself. Records of creatures so devastating that they had to be locked away; mentions of how to tap their power from across dimensions. This one, though - Lucy - She’d been banished for other reasons. 

 

“May, 1863; Incantations proving ineffective. Half of the city now serves her. As an aurator it pains me to exclude detail, but anything inscribed with her name acts as a beacon to expand her range, so I shall refrain… But all we hear from across the river now are waves of lust.”

 

So naturally, you decided to summon her for a quick fling. You’ve marked the floor as directed, lit candles sat at each corner between lines. All that is unclear from the text is where to stand - but placing yourself within the circle seems a strong bet. Heart racing in anticipation, your fingers slide over the ancient parchment, and you read aloud the words.

 

"Prode, esto verus! Formam meam sacrifico, ut tuam sumas."

 

The candles dance gently in response, but after a moment… Not much more happens.

 

"Prode, esto verus, formam meam sacrifico, ut tuam sumas!”

 

A sound washes through the room; an exhalation? Maybe a sigh. It’s accompanied by the soft movement of air over your skin.

 

“Prode, esto verus, forma-”

 

“Yes, yes. I’m here.” The feminine voice comes from everywhere around you. “Well, I suppose I’m not here. You’ll need to travel if you want time with me… Come.”

 

The candles shimmer, flickering from their normal hue to a perfect red. From their points on the ground, the lines begin to glow the same red, the light spreading until it’s all the way under your feet. Then, tendrils… Not quite tendrils, but ghostly, half-opaque, black billows seep up through the floor and into the air, as though relieved of gravity. They multiply, occupying all the volume around your legs, billowing upward and obscuring your body. Then finally as they reach your head, your view goes black, the warm, dense vaporous fog enveloping your whole self, felt beginning to rush past you.

 

You’re relieved of the weight on your feet, as though floating. Vision still obscured, all you notice is that increased rushing, like warm wind moving up around you. It accelerates, and it dawns on you that it may not be the wind moving past you, but you through it… You’re falling. As quickly as it had appears, the blackness rises away from you as you fall from it, and you see rock coming up to meet you.

 

You land on your ass with a thump. Not the most graceful entry, but not so hard as to cause harm. Picking yourself up, the environment around you comes into view.

Red. Crimson clouds above, a glowing red horizon. Rock extends into the distance as far as the eye can see, interrupted by billows of that same gravity-less black vapour. And directly in front of you, a throne. Tall, regal, lined with all different tones of red - but empty. At its feet, bipedal creatures stand and sit as though waiting.

 

“Hello, you gorgeous thing… So good of you to come.” Her voice comes again, from nowhere. “I see what you’re after. You found the book, you must have been pretty motivated…” The voice begins to focus near the throne, and the black vapour collects around the seat. It thickens and coalesces, forming the shape of a bipedal body, and finally she solidifies right in front of you, her form gathering into full focus, sat upon her chair. The figures beneath the throne gasp and bow, lowering themselves to her.

 

She’s a hellhound. Darker crimson overall, red fur adorns her chest, chin and stomach, and her ruby eyes pierce the shadow cast over her by the throne. Black horns push through the fur of her head to stand regally above it.

 

“I’m Lucy. And you just travelled the dimensions of hell for a fuck. Ordinarily I’d call you simple, but today, that will work just fine… Lay your hand upon this, and I’ll give you what you’re after.” She waves a clawed hand, casting a floating parchment into the air inscribed with several lines written in a script that’s too elaborate to properly read, with an area readied for your imprint. 

 

You probably SHOULDN’T put your hand on that line…

 

However…

 

The moment you touch your fingers to the paper, a patch of it burns away in the exact shape of your hand, and the rest is quickly whisked away into ash. And that’s that.

“Well, my daring little traveller, that will do it! An orgasm for a physical form, goodness me, I drive a hard bargain. Come bury yourself, you ought to get used to my body…” She says casually, as though not wanting to make her point too clear.

Lucy’s simple clothing burns away just as the parchment had. She uncrosses her legs seductively, and your vision is drawn down as that plump puss comes into view. Right, a hellhound, that probably makes sense… She’s got a thick, almost triangular cookie, her canine parts different than what you’re used to but looking positively luscious when set against her taut, furred body.

Well, if you’re gonna fuck a hell creature, they may as well be exotic… She lets her top fizzle away and her tits bounce into the open, pushing her chest forward teasingly. As you step up the rock toward her it becomes more apparent how big Lucy is, around seven feet tall. She’d stand head and shoulders above you. The creatures assert you with an envious gaze as you step past, but you’re focussed on her… She reaches for you, encircling your shoulders with her arms and pulling your bare skin against her fuzz.

“Go wild.” She grins. Lucy leans back in her chair to push her thick feminine parts against your lower stomach, and you have to step up onto a higher rock to level your junk with hers. Starting half-hard, you quickly stiffen as you feel your shaft smear and slide against her cushioned pussy - she’s slick already, so there’s not a moment of friction. Even grinding over the outside of it feels great, the warmth and gentle twitching making her feel so alive, so inviting. You catch a glint from a canine tooth above, the hellhound giving you a grin, and then encircling your back with her legs. “You do it like this…” She teases, pulling against your lower back. You sink up her plump cookie all in one go, both seeing and feeling it spread, and she huffs past a bitten lip.

She feels wild. Hotter than anyone else you’ve been inside, Lucy’s warmth adds to her gentle tightness, and that intoxicating combo has you unable to stop moving your hips. The first couple of grinds sink you in two-thirds of the way, but then you plunge completely inside her and find a whole new sensation. Her cookie cushions against your crotch, spreading, subtly bulging as you hilt, felt squeezed outward against your balls and lower stomach, driving you to keep up that thrusting, delving into her cushy cooch.

She pulls you against her with her arms, excitedly encouraging you onward, and as you flop forward onto her you get a whole faceful of her tits. Slipping your arms around her waist, you can fully bury against Lucy’s warm, furred torso, her thick fuzz so soft and inviting… God, it’s like fucking a luxury couch, in all the best ways. She squeezes her upper arms against her tits to press them around your face, her tail looping around your back to add even more fur-on-skin contact. It’s easy to see why all her followers are so jealous of you.

Sunken into her like this, it doesn’t take long. With her dripping cookie soaking your whole crotch you can just plow right into your ecstatic acquaintance, your balls subtly pulling up to your crotch in preparation. Rings of red runes illuminate around your body and hers, intensifying right up until the last moment, but all you can even process is the feeling of all that fur, of her hot pussy twitching and squirting around you… With a shudder and a gasp, you can’t stop yourself, and you cum right up that groaning, grinning girl. The runes snap into place midair, then fizzle away.

Letting her own climax finish, she shivers as a couple more squirts drench your balls. Lucy inhales, sighs, and leans in to you, giving you a kiss to the forehead. “Thanks, sweetheart… You’re gonna enjoy the next few years.”

She pushes on your chest gently, and you slide out of her, toppling backward. The black vapour from earlier comes up to meet you, and you fall through it, right back into the middle of the summoning circle you’d started in.


“And so am I, for that matter.” Your lips say. You look down at yourself as, without your willing it, you pick yourself up and run your hands over yourself… Fur, tits, tail? An even more wild sensation comes as you feel your finger slip up your own cookie and swirl, freshly adorned with your own orgasm. “You all good in there? Don’t worry, I just need the body temporarily… Let’s go get some followers, mm?”