Keylas nose twitched, as she scent of oil tickled her nose. Slowly, carefully, she got into position high above the pot, her heart beating like a jackhammer in her chest.

"Like this", she asked the chef. He was an elderly human male, who had spent most of his life making exotic meals, most with weird and difficult to get ingredients. Like, for example, a Recom of the Vulpes Zerda subvariant.
"Perfect. Now, please hold still", he said, and set the stove the pot was sitting upon to a high-temperature. "Now, it will take around five minutes for the oil to boil. Once it does, it will bubble up in the pipes and shoot upwards in a long angle. Make sure to keep your vagina spread before it does, so the oil can coat your flesh 'down there' evenly. This will make things easier."
"For you, or for me", she gasped, feeling a pleasurable tingle running down her spine as she imagined the moment when it happened within her mind.
"Both. See, the more even the spread, the better and, more importantly, the faster it cooks."
The first bubbles reached the surface, making her twitch each time one of them burst. "I will take care of it then. Also, I hope I will taste well."
"You will, I am certain of that."
"Really?"
"Yes. Flesh from this region always does, especially when freely given. I have to thank you for your that, by the way. Finding a donor can be such a hassle."
"You're welcome", more bubbles. Keyla bit her lip in anticipation and took a deep breath. Only a few moments now ...