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His bike ride to work was as boring today as any other, accompanied only by the sound of cars driving past and the occasional gust of evening wind, yet it was his favorite part of the day.

Benji loved the wine hue of the sky as the sun disappeared over the horizon but the idea of having the whole night to himself was often what made his day, giving him a taste of the complete freedom he always wanted.

And then he made it to the black, iron fence that would keep him prisoner for the entire night. He'd originally thought that a night shift job would be great until he realized it took all of the joy from being awake so late and that the only place hiring anyone to work those hours was his town's local cemetery. A literal graveshift.

When he opened the large gate to get inside, ready for a boring shift, he was greeted by the black-furred mutt that never failed to greet him every night. Benji gave her a quick pat and rushed to his guard post to leave his bike, finding the door open and a wagging tail sticking out.

At least the company of the cemetery's guard dog helped fill the mind numbing boredom that patrolling the same five hundred graves inevitably brought. It'd taken him a while to get used to Ilse's almost universal presence, now finding some comfort in how she was always around every corner or how her eyes kept watch over him from every shadow.

He'd stopped questioning all the strange things that happened whenever she was around, ignoring the way she maneuvered the cemetery with human-like intelligence just as he did the occasional disappearances of local drunkards who'd stumbled their way onto her territory, eager to cause problems in their drunken stupor. It wasn't like anyone could do anything about her, they'd long given up trying to get rid of her.

Besides, Ilse was very friendly towards him and the rumors surrounding his workplace certainly made his job easier. Benji had no room for complaints.

"Ilse, over here girl," Benji called out, flashlight in hand as he waited for his partner to finish going through his belongings.

"How's your day been, you little devil?" he grinned, watching Ilse trot to him with his lunch in her maw. "Hope you were planning on sharing that."

Ilse rolled her eyes and used her weight to push Benji onto the ground, where she gently tossed the wrapped sandwich she'd taken in his lap, glaring at him as if daring him to leave it.

"I promise I didn't skip breakfast this time," he chuckled as he picked his food up, getting whacked in the face by Ilse's fluffy tail for his obvious lie. "Ok, I ate an apple."

The large canine's growling made him take her well-placed concern a little more seriously but he really couldn't find the same dog he saw running from a squirrel seriously.

"Hear me out," Benji stood up and walked back to leave his sandwich in the guard post, "I'll eat it in an hour and you can have the bacon, yeah?"

He watched her ponder the promise of bacon for a few seconds before she huffed and took her leave, abandoning Benji for his first round of patrols. While checking for vagrants and wrongdoers, he let his imagination wander, thinking about all the things he wished he'd be doing if he wasn't at work.

Unfortunately, he spent too much time daydreaming and returned to an angrily pacing Ilse, gulping when he spotted the raised fur around her hackles. It wasn't often that he managed to tick her off but he knew when he'd really messed up and now he was almost terrified to let her see him. Although, she didn't take very long to spot him and took much less time sprinting at him, lunch in maw. She closed the thirty foot gap between them in seconds, leaving Benji little time to pay attention to his life flashing before his eyes.

Her heavy panting was only accentuated by her even louder growling, showing off her large fangs which threatened to ruin his sandwich and possibly even his somewhat healthy complexion. There was no way for him to know if he'd be that night's disappearance but Ilse had different plans, seemingly content to drop him on his ass and force him to eat.

"Sorry, sorry!" Benji begged amidst fits of laughter, trying to calm the irate Ilse by ruffling her fur.

His efforts were largely in vain and only served to frustrate her more, making her redouble her attempts to make sure he was fed. Having had his lunch forced into his hands, he smiled at the intense glare Ilse was using to try and kill him with, enjoying the way she stomped her paws to let off steam and how adamant she was that he took care of himself. He really couldn't remember how long it had been since anyone had shown this much concern for him.

"I promise I'll do better, Ilse," Benji sighed, giving in to her constant attempts to force him to be responsible. "Really, I will."

The skepticism in her eyes showed how little she believed him but she seemed content with his promise. Besides, if he didn't keep his word, she knew where he worked and definitely wasn't afraid to give him a piece of her mind.

"Still want bacon?" He skittishly asked her while carefully picking through the contents in his lunch.

Ilse used her nose to push his hands towards his mouth and lowered her head between his legs, using her teeth to unzip his pants.

"Different kind of hunger then?" Benji chuckled, helping her undo the button on his jeans as he set his sandwich down.

Her eyes followed his hands and the moment they were empty, she swiveled her body, aiming her behind directly at Benji's face so he could make up for his carelessness and properly apologize to her.

Licking her lips, she passed her tongue across the outline of his hardening dick, paying special attention to his tip as she waited for Benji to grab her haunches before getting her promised snack from his hidden manhood.

Ilse wouldn't have to wait long for him to move his hand to her moistened sex, feeling him cup her sensitive flesh and get a taste of her onyx cunt, letting out a satisfied huff when his tongue returned for seconds. Her plump slade deformed at his touch, parting slightly as he slowly began to explore her insides.

Now enjoying Benji's touch, Ilse moved his boxers out of her way, revealing his pulsing shaft and just as quickly hiding it inside her warm maw, easily taking all of his pride, balls included. Her tongue worked its magic over every inch of his manhood, bathing his length in a thick coating of saliva. She contently suckled on his member and gave Benji as much access to her sex as she could.

Eventually, Benji managed to find her sensitive clit and gave it his full focus, pushing that small button until Ilse couldn't take anymore and came on his face. The sudden rush of her fluids landed directly on his nose and mouth, dripping down his chin while he tried to swallow his mouthful of canine ecstasy.

Despite the throes of bliss shaking her limbs, Ilse wasted no time getting to where she wanted, taking what she believed to be her rightful spot above him with her hind paws on either side of his hips and the tip of his shaft pressing against her spade, threatening to enter. Benji moved his hands to her hips to pull her down but felt incredible resistance from her strong legs, greatly confusing him until he looked at her face and saw her motion towards his sandwich.

"Still on about that, are ya?" Benji laughed, happy to just grind his tip against her entrance as she narrowed her eyes and did a snapping motion with her mouth.

Not nearly as amused as Benji seemed to be, Ilse dragged his lunch closer, repeating the same snapping again until he got the message and got to work on his seemingly forgotten food.

Ilse watched him carefully, waiting for him to take his first bite, only then did she slowly lower her hips, inch by inch of Benji's shaft sinking in as she did. Whenever she felt he'd gone too long without taking his next mouthful, she simply stood still and patiently made sure he kept his promise before continuing. It took all of Benji's willpower to keep eating, encouraged by Ilse's tempo matching his appetite.

The longer they went on, however, the harder it became for either of them to care for any promises and eventually Ilse had abandoned the idea of coercing him to be healthy in favor of satisfying her own needs, both of them forgetting the job they were supposedly their to do.

What had started as a way to "convince" Benji to take care of himself had quickly devolved into both of them working together to get the most pleasure they could, replacing any care or tenderness with desire. Desire that consumed them, pushing them closer and closer to each other in a contest of who could last longer, Ilse or Benji.

Amidst their heavy panting and labored breaths, they found their answer and Ilse found her snatch flooded with human spunk.

Ropes of Benji's cum filled the canine to brim, leaking out and onto the well-maintained grass. Ilse howled her second victory into the night before she, too, succumbed to her own pleasure.

After laying together for nearly an hour, an unwelcome text from his boss finally got Benji to stand up and get back to work, accompanied by his favorite guard dog. The rest of his night was uneventful, occupied mostly by occasional disappearances from Ilse and the monotonous rows of gravestones filling the cemetery until the sun came up and his shift ended.

Before getting ready to leave and go home, Benji made sure to stop by the unmarked grave he'd found hidden away by an overgrown bush and left behind the pieces of bacon he'd promised as a familiar gaze watched from the shadows.