First time writing a story to accompany a picture rather then the other way around. I think it turned out alright, may have to revisit these characters sometime as I genuinely enjoyed working with their personality types. Anyway, that's enough out of me, enjoy.

  Hot Puppies

  "Wow, the old man really liked to collect a lot of junk." Having recently inherited his grandfather's home, Nero closed the door to the attic behind him as he took stock of the task ahead. 
  A self proclaimed sorcerer of the seventh circle, his grandfather had spent the better part of his life researching the world of the occult and the attic he had converted into his own private workshop reflected that. With strange symbols written in chalk covering the floor and walls, graven images of pagan deities tucked into various wooden cabinets and tables covered in different types of alchemical apparatus it seemed to Nero to be nothing more then a veritable cornucopia of esoteric crap.
  In fact, other then the old house, the only thing of value his grandfather had left for him was an envelope with a letter inside that had three words written on it, and all it had said was, enjoy your inheritance.
  Thinking about it now, Nero couldn't help but wonder if he'd somehow become the butt a joke. After all, even the realtors that he'd spoken to had refused to consider putting the house up for auction until after the attic had been cleaned out and a local priest called in to perform an exorcism. As if people actually believed in that kind of thing. Out loud he said. "Man, where do you even start with something like this?"
  Moving from one strange object to another as he searched for something even remotely familiar the leather bound book that lay open on the altar at the center of the room drew his attention with its hand drawn depictions of demons engaged in various acts of coitus with human's whose twisted features spoke of an unearthly ecstasy.
  "Well, now we know why the old man never bothered to remarry." Flipping through a few pages, Nero felt that while the illustrations were certainly interesting enough, it was the words that seemed to writhe beneath his gaze as though waiting in silent anticipation that held him in thrall.
  Choosing a passage at random, Nero held his hand up high and said. "Klaatu, barada, nikto!" When nothing untoward happened, he hung his head and sighed. "Aw, who am I kidding, that kind of thing only works in the movies."
  Moving his hand across the surface of the page in order to close the book, Nero let out a sudden hiss as he felt something sharp cut across his fingertip. "Ow," He said when he saw a bright red drop of blood begin welling up. "I think I cut myself on a nail." Holding his hand away from himself, he turned to look about the room. "I wonder if the old man kept any peroxide lying around in case of emergencies."
  Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl as the first drops of blood fell from his fingertip and landed upon the open face of the book. Seeping into the words that had been written there, there came a sound not unlike the hounds of hell howling beneath a blood red sky, which was then immediately followed by an explosion of arcane force that blew out the windows and reduced everything that wasn't already nailed down to complete and utter chaos.
  "Must've been the wind." Said Nero as all light was sucked from the room. Turning around slowly, he watched as the book rose slowly into the air. Its pages flipping back and forth wildly as though the illustrations themselves had come to life and were even now trying to escape, a pillar of ebon flame burst into existence, illuminating the altar with an unholy light. Deciding that yes, now would be a good time to get the fuck out of dodge, he could just barely see the outline of a woman emerge from between its pages as he began backing away slowly. 
  "Where is he?" Standing beside the altar a human shaped hell hound with slender hips, huge tits, and hair the color of a warm ember spoke in an annoyed tone of voice. "Where is the senile old bastard who dared to seal the great Lillith inside such a filthy grimoire?"
  Doing his best to go unnoticed as he hid behind a table that had been overturned in the explosion Nero watched from out of the corner of his eye as a second hell hound stepped out from between the pages of the book and began rolling her shoulders back and forth. 
  "Oh, forget about him for a moment and just focus on how good it feels being able to stretch again." Running her fingers through hair the color of a violet flame, she slid her hands down her sides and towards her hips. "Mmm, I haven't been able to touch myself in ages." Enjoying the freedom to caress and feel again, she pushed her tea shade glasses closer to her face and added. "Come to think of it, I haven't been able to touch you for a long time either." Turning her attention towards her partner, Morgaine wrapped her arms around Lillith's waist and drew her into her gentle embrace. "What should we start with first, fingers, tongues, or tails?"
  Secretly enjoying the sensation of her lover's hands slowly working their way towards her aching sex Lillith said. "How about we start by finding the old man and hanging him up by his entrails. After that, hmmm, I'll let you decide."
  "Aw," Running her fingers along the edges of her partner's pussy, Morgaine refused to be dissuaded. "Its always work before pleasure with you. Why can't we just take some time for us and enjoy being in each others company?"
  "Work can be pleasurable too you know and . . ." Lillith trailed off as she caught Nero staring unabashedly at her tits. "Who the hell are you?"
  "Me?" Rising to his feet now that there was no more use in hiding, he tossed back his head and said. "I am the great and powerful Oren and I . . ." Suddenly finding himself at a loss for words, Nero held up his hand and pointed at Lillith with his bloody fingertip. "I command you to obey me!"
  Grabbing hold of him by the wrist, Lillith considered biting off his entire hand, before settling for simply tasting the offering that he'd made to her. Looking thoughtful as she slowly sucked his finger clean Lillith rolled the blood across her tongue as one would a fine wine before saying. "I've had better."
  Finding himself caught in an iron grip coupled with the sensation of his skin covered in dog slobber, Nero couldn't help himself when he said. "You licked my finger. Don't you know how unsanitary that is?"
  Not one to want to be left out of anything Morgaine leaned forward and said. "Ooh, let me have a taste."
  "Listen," Already losing patience with the pitiful excuse for a man that stood before her Lillith let go of his wrist and said. "We've been sealed away inside that damnable book for who knows how many years, and just because you offer up a little blood, you think we're just going to roll over and beg you for our freedom?" Ignoring the circle that had been drawn on the floor in order to surround the altar Lillith grabbed hold of Nero by the front of his shirt and lifted him effortlessly into the air. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just open a portal to hell and toss you in?"
  "For starters," Said Nero as he watched eyes that glowed with a pale golden light begin to narrow dangerously. "I can tell you where the old man is."
  "What kind of halfwits do you take us for?" Said Lillith. "We're hell hounds, and that means we can smell a soul regardless of whether its safe in Heaven or here on Earth." Showing off a set of very sharp, very wicked looking white teeth she added. "Try again."
  "Well, uh, you see, that is . . ." Reaching for anything his troubled mind could come up with, Nero found a wellspring of courage within him that he hadn't known existed when he said. "Well, I can take you for walkies every day, and I can feed the two of you soft food whenever you want it."
  "You know," Said Morgaine as she seriously considered his offer. "That actually sounds like a pretty good deal to me. Its more then the old man ever offered us that's for sure."
  "And what about our pride as hounds of Hades?" Refusing to even be tempted by such a pitiful offer, Lillith said. "What about getting revenge for all the times that damned old man humiliated us by forcing us to act like ordinary dogs in front of that loveable little brat of his who always fed us scraps under the table, and who was always ready to greet us with a bag full of treats?" Turning her mind away from the few good memories she had of being bound in service to the old man, Lillith focused her full attention on Nero once more and said. "Cerberus himself said mine was the best pussy he's ever tasted and he has three mouths to fill, so what've you got. A room full of junk and a book you don't even know how to use?"
  "I may not know how to use it now but," Stalling for time as he fought to remember the names of the dogs that had always been at his grandfather's side whenever he came over to visit, Nero threw caution to the wind and said. "Um . . . Lily wasn't it?"
  Looking as if she'd just been struck by a hot brand, Lillith pulled him in close enough for their noses to touch and growled low in her throat. "That's Lillith to you little man."
  "No, wait." Closing her eyes, Morgaine cocked her head to the side as she sniffed the air around him. "He knows the name the old man gave you and that means . . ." Clasping her hands together as it came to her she said. "Its Nero!" Taking a moment to admire just how much he had changed since she'd last seen him she added. "Go on, give him a sniff. He's all grown up now but its him."
  Doing as Morgaine asked her Lillith leaned in close enough to breathe deeply of Nero's scent, and sighed as she dumped him unceremoniously to the floor. "Great, if he's here it means the old man's not, and since it was his blood that undid the seal on the book, that can only mean one thing."
  "The old man's deader the last night's dinner."
  "Yep."
  "Does that mean we can play with him instead?"
  "Nope."
  "Wait a minute," Said Nero as he looked from one hell hound to the other. "If she was Lily, then that means you're . . ."
  "Uh huh, uh huh." Eager to hear her own name spoken aloud Morgaine was looking at him expectantly.
  "Who were you again?"
  Her hopes dashed by the callousness of youth Morgaine was absolutely devastated. "He doesn't remember me!" Falling to her knees she cried out bitterly. "All those times that I ate the monsters under his bed and he doesn't even remember me!" Her hands balling up into fists, she shot Nero a look that said there was going to be hell to pay. "Lily, will you do the honors?"
  "With pleasure." Holding her hand outstretched, a faint spark hovered above her palm, before she grabbed hold of it and slammed both it and her fist into the floor.
  As the shock wave that rippled outwards from the impact tore through reality and left a gaping hole in existence Nero swore as a sudden wave of blazing heat forced him to shut his eyes and look away. It was almost too much for him to handle, but after a moment or two had passed, the flames that had filled his vision subsided, and all that was left was a stillness that mimicked that of an open grave. 
  Giving himself a quick once over with his hands to check and see if he was still intact, Nero opened first one eye and then another. Letting out a breathe he hadn't known he'd been holding, he rose to his feet and gazed directly into the mouth of hell.
  Just beyond the perimeter of the portal, close enough that Nero felt he could reach out his hand and touch him, a three headed hell hound with broad shoulders and a dark gray power suit was busy playing a round of office golf in the corner high rise of an obsidian tower. 
  "No, no, reschedule my appointment with Orthrus for four o'clock and tell the staff that I want fresh toilet water to be waiting for me when I get there not that damn honey cake they seem to think I like and . . . hold on I'm getting another portal." Taking a moment to straighten out his tie, Cerberus cleared his throat before saying. "Who dares! Who dares to intrude upon the guardian of Hell's gates while he does his business?"
  Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, Lillith was less then impressed when she said. "Cut the spiel Cerberus, I know where you do your business and it certainly isn't where you eat."
  "That arrogance, that, unmistakable arrogance," Turning to face the portal directly, he looked over the edge of his three pairs of sunglasses and said. "Holy Hell, Lillith? Is that you?"
  Holding herself in a way that showed off all of her better assets, she said. "In the flesh."
  "Well I'll be damned," Already starting to drool slightly, Cerberus licked a few of his lips and said. "What in Hell's name have you been up to?"
  "Oh, you know," Enjoying his reaction, Lillith tossed her head to the side and began to toy with a lock of her own hair. "Tormenting wayward souls, catching up on some light reading, the usual."
  "Yeah, well last I heard you were summoned by some two bit sorcerer and forced into service as his own personal guard dogs. Word in the Styx was he even made the two of you tuck in his grandson whenever it was time for beddy-bye."
  There was a sound of glass breaking as Lillith's fist slamming into a still standing table sent more then a few alembics flying through the air. "We were following orders!" 
  "Oh?" Ignoring the damage that Lily's little temper tantrum had caused when Cerberus spoke it was in a way that said he knew all about following orders. "And did the two of you wag your tails whenever you saw him enter the room, or curl up beside him when he went to sleep at night?"
  "Hey yeah," Said Nero as the memory of waking up between both Lillith and Morgaine while they'd still been trapped in dog form came to mind. "They did, didn't they!"
  "Shut up kid," Said Cerberus as he picked up his game from where he had left off and lined up a shot. "No one here gives a damn about you."
  Seeing Nero look dejected at how easily he'd just been dismissed, Morgaine moved to comfort him by placing his face between her breasts and wagging her tail expectantly.
  "And besides, the old man works for us now. Does some good consultation work down in the city of Dis, department of extra dimensional affairs and all that. So, chances are if he thinks you served him loyally all those years then maybe he'll put in a good word for you with some of the senior partners." 
  "Dammit," Feeling like she'd just been cheated, Lillith said. "Why can't humans accept death gracefully, why is it they always have to look for some kind of loophole?"
  "To be fair, the old man signed a contract with us long before he ever met the two of you. And besides, death these days just isn't what it used to be."
  Refusing to give up her chance at revenge so easily, Lillith said. "Well, if I can't have the old man, then I want his grandson tortured in the worst ways possible. I want to see him flayed alive, I want to feed him his own entrails." Never one for the more inventive forms of torture, Lillith turned to Morgaine and said. "Help me out here, I want to . . ."
  Leaning into the hand that was busy rubbing her in all the right places, Morgaine was her usual cool and collected self when she said. "Cut his balls off, carve his eyes out, and switch'em?"
  Watching as even Cerberus winced in sympathy, Lillith simply nodded in agreement. "Severance pay, for fifty years spent in the old man's service." 
  "Listen, sweety baby," Taking a moment to straighten out his golf swing, Cerberus just tapped the ball as gently as he could and said. "Hell's changed a lot since the two of you have been gone. We're just not into dragging souls into damnation anymore. The man upstairs covered that angle years ago. Now, souls damn themselves while still on Earth, and we . . . we've been outsourced."
  Hardly able to believe what they'd just heard, both Lillith and Morgaine said in unison. "Outsourced?"
  "Well, ever since the idea of reincarnation went mainstream, Hell has become more of a . . ." Trailing off, Cerberus waved his hand in the air as he searched for the right words. "Vacation destination. Souls come in, we torture them a bit, let them take a nice swim in the lake of fire, you know, the whole spa bit."
  "But surely he's done something to deserve eternal torment." Calmly ignoring the fact that Nero had found Morgaine's favorite spot to be touched and was even now working his fingers into the bundle of nerves at the base of her tail, which was in turn making her more then a little bit jealous at being left out, Lillith tried to focus on the conversation at hand and said. "Tell me he's not one of those atheist death bed confessional types who try to play all the angles once they realize their time is up and its time to pay the piper." 
  "Who?" Said Cerberus as though Nero had finally gone and done something worthy of his attention. "Him? Give me a minute." Opening a drawer in his desk, Cerberus pulled out an archaic looking device and searched through his Rolodex for a moment before he found the name he was looking for. "Says here he's a kind caring individual, good with animals, volunteers his time at the local old folks home, pure of heart, a truly benighted soul and . . ." His eyes going wide as he finished reading off the details of Nero's life, he dropped the card like it had burned him. "Hell doesn't want him. Which means he's your problem now. Oh, and since he's still a virgin too, good luck sullying that one, because unless he comes over to our side willingly he's pretty much poison to every demon that comes into contact with him."
  With trembling fingers, Lillith touched her lips and felt as though the world had just fallen out from under her as she realized exactly what he was referring to. "You don't mean . . ."
  "That's right," Said Cerberus without the slightest hint of regret. "By tasting the blood of an unsullied soul, you've been tainted by his purity. Now Hell doesn't want you back because you're too much of a liability."
  "What about me?" Said Morgaine, who was busy melting into a puddle on the floor as Nero rubbed her belly in a way that was making her leg twitch uncontrollably.
  "Sorry honey, but the two of you come as a package deal. That means Hell doesn't want you back either."
  Choosing to ignore the fact that a hell hound had been tamed by human hands Cerberus watched as the door to his office opened and a succubus with breasts that made Lillith's seem small in comparison stepped in and said. "Sir, your appointment for three o'clock is ready to see you now."
  "Ooooh," Said Cerberus as his ears perked up. "Walkies." Already moving towards the door that was being held open for him, he stopped to slap his secretary on the ass to send her on her merry way before he turned one of his heads to face the portal and said. "Ciao babes."
  Struck dumb by how easily they'd just been dismissed from Hell's service, both Lillith and Morgaine looked on mouths agape as the portal simply winked out of existence.
  "Wow," Said Nero as though nothing unusual had even happened. "What a douchebag."
  "I know," Said Morgaine with feeling. "And to tell you the truth, he's not nearly as well endowed as he thinks he is either."
  Only half listening to them, Lillith on the other hand had something entirely different to say. "How dare they do this to me! I'm only three hundred and sixty-nine years old! I have an entire eternity ahead of me, and when I get my hands on you you three-headed bastard, I'll shove that golf club so far up your ass you'll never be able to go for walkies again!"
  Already on her feet and ready to reason with her partner, Morgaine said. "And did you see that bimbo he replaced us with? Typical male behavior, always looking for another place to bury his bone."
  Her tail lashing back and forth as she fought to remain calm, Lillith said. "What are we supposed to do now, he was our best chance at securing a place in Hell's upper echelons, and its not like we're going to be young and nubile forever."
  "Relax," Ever the voice of reason, Morgaine held up her hand and said. "We'll just open another portal and . . ." Watching expectantly for the tell tale spark, she flicked her wrist a few times and waited for something to happen. "Its not working, why isn't it working?"
  Forced to cover his ears as the horrible screeching sounds of a dial-up modem crying out in tortured agony filled the air, Nero suddenly felt words begin to form in his mind that sounded not unlike the wail of hundreds of forgotten souls trapped in an endless limbo. "We're sorry, but the portal you're trying to open cannot be accessed from this location. Please hang up, and try to open your portal again." 
  "That's it," Said Lillith as the futility of the situation they'd found themselves in became all too real. "We're officially stuck here," Catching sight of Nero making a move towards the door, she fused the lock shut with a snap of her fingers. "And its all his fault!"
  "No more moonlit strolls along the frozen shoals of Cocytus, no more eating each other out in front of a captive audience, and worst of all," Morgaine just looked at Nero with a stepford smile on her face. "Now we're never going to get to have puppies."
  Biting down on her bottom lip, when next Lillith spoke her tone was thoughtful, maybe even a little appraising. "Unless . . ."
  Picking up where her partner left off Morgaine agreed wholeheartedly. "It does seem to be an interesting option."
  His gaze flicking back and forth from the two women who were even now eying him hungrily, Nero began to back away from them slowly. "Why are the two of you looking at me like that?"
  "Cerberus did say he could come to our side willingly." Said Lillith.
  Nodding in agreement, Morgaine added. "And the old man was a somewhat competent sorcerer."
  "I wonder what kind of demon we can turn him into, a fallen angel perhaps?" Cocking her head to the side, Lillith placed a hand upon Nero's shoulder and whispered into his ear. "Or a sex starved incubus?"
  "I don't like that last option," Pouting slightly, Morgaine said. "It means we won't get to play with him as much."
  "And what a shame that would be." Showing off how sharp her claws were as she tore through his shirt with a single swipe, Lillith just looked at Nero expectantly. "You aren't going to cry out?"
  "Nope."
  "Scream?"
  He just shook his head. "Uh uh."
  "Beg for salvation?" Said Morgaine helpfully.
  "Is that the kind of foreplay that demons are into these days?"
  Feeling as though she'd just been denied her favorite treat, Lillith looked to Morgaine for answers. "What gives, I thought Cerberus said he was still a virgin."
  "Only in the broadest sense of the word." Spreading his hands wide Nero said. "See, we have this thing called the internet now and--"  
  "Oh enough talk already." Forcing him to lie down on the the floor, Lillith straddled his head and promptly proceeded to cover his mouth with her sex. "Your tongue, my pussy, start licking and don't bother stopping until my better half gets tired of listening to all of my cries for more and decides its time for her to take a turn."
  Nodding ever so slightly as he tentatively ran his tongue along the outside of her labia, Nero was forced to admit he'd expected something along the lines of sulfur or brimstone, instead she tasted salty and sweet, like candy wrapped in bacon, or a treat made entirely out of meat.
  "Its not a lollipop you know," Said Lillith as she grew increasingly impatient with his careful explorations of her erogenous zones. "You don't just lick the edges thinking that eventually you're going to get to enjoy the prize that's inside," Pressing down so that his tongue had nowhere else to go but inside her aching sex she began working her hips so that she would at least get some stimulation. "If you really want to taste me at my best  then you're going to have to work for it."
  Forced to admit that he was slowly starting to get the hang of it as his hands reached up to take hold of her hips so that he could better maneuver his mouth to take advantage of her needs, Lillith still let out a low territorial growl when she heard the sound of a zipper being undone. "Hey, hands off! This is my mortal and I'm not done playing with it yet."
  "Ah, don't be like that," Pulling his pants off, Morgaine freed his cock from its prison of cloth and started working her hand up and down the length of him using long steady strokes. "And here I thought you liked sharing."
  "I do like sharing," Said Lillith as a particularly good flick of his tongue across her clit made her shiver unexpectedly. "So long as I'm the one getting the biggest share."
  "Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about there," Enjoying the sensation of having her pussy filled in a single go, Morgaine simply settled in behind her partner and said. "Our boy here has a very big bone to share."
  "Well, if that's the case . . ." Distracted by the fact that Morgaine had wrapped her arms around her waist and had worked her fingers into the rhythm of their lovemaking, Lillith said. "I suppose you can have half of him, but make sure and save some for me agreed?"
  Already busy eliciting her favorite sounds from her hell hound partner and her newly acquired human lover, Morgaine gave them both an affectionate squeeze. "Agreed, and Nero," Speaking in a tone of voice that would brook no further argument she said. "Lift your hips off of the floor and use your knees to support me, after all I need something to push back against don't I?"  
  Finding himself caught between two equally heavy hell hounds who were each doing their best to satisfy themselves using different parts of his anatomy, Nero felt himself beginning to tire as he tried to accommodate both of them at the same time. Forced to take alternative action, he tapped Lillith on the back while mouthing the words. "Yesh maam." 
  "Don't try to talk with your mouth full," Said Lillith as she pulled his face away from her wet pussy. "Its very rude. Now," Looking at him smugly she said. "What were you trying to say?"
  "I said," Gasping for air, Nero tried to fill his lungs with as much as he could before he went another round. "I can hardly breathe."
  Wondering why she'd even bothered to ask, Lillith rolled her eyes as she returned his face to where it belonged. "Well that's not my problem now is it?"
  "Ah sweetie, he's not very good at this is he?" Giving Lillith's breasts a playful squeeze as she whispered into her ear, Morgaine spoke in a way that was more for Nero's benefit then anyone else's. "Don't worry, if our boy here can't do enough to satisfy you, I'll finish you off."
  Refusing to be outdone by someone else's fingers, Nero resumed his effort to satisfy his new found mistresses with renewed vigor.
 "And that's what I love about you," Said Lillith as her body began to tremble in the best possible ways. "You're always thinking of how you can make other people happy."
  "It is one of my better qualities," Her own climax not far behind Morgaine felt her body begin to tighten around Nero's cock. The added stimulation of a hungry hell hound pussy squeezing him for all he was worth was too much for him to handle and denied a true tie she let out a somewhat disappointed sigh as he began spilling himself inside her. "But it seems to me the first thing we're going to have to work on is his staying power."
  "Very true," Said Lillith as she moved to switch places with her partner. "That, and his stamina."