The Room in the Elephant
By Ithyphallophobiate

	Abby snickered, her tail wagging as she watched the spectacle unfold once again, just as it had been for nearly a month now. Peeking around the corner, flanked by two other maids, they were all covering their mouths to stifle their giggles as they all watched her flustered, elephantine chef hesitate to knock on Spitz’s door, holding a big plate of exquisite food in both hands. Eventually it seemed like she worked up the nerve, her trunk knocking the door twice as she stood back.

There was a pause, and then the door opened to a very drowsy, very underdressed Spitz. Having clearly woken up from a nap, his fur was ruffled and unkempt and his eyes were heavy-lidded. His mouth opened wide in a deep yawn, accidentally showing off rows of gleaming white teeth (oral care having been Abby’s most recent achievement in acclimating him to high-society) and his long canine tongue to the very red-faced elephant in front of him. 
“Hey, Sasha. Sorry if I’m a bit…what’s the word…disheveled? Just woke up…” Spitz started, scratching the back of his neck as he looked at the dish, completely missing the way Sasha’s eyes traced his triceps as he reached back. Shaking those thoughts away, she answered. “O-Oh, no worries Master Spitz, it’s fine. I-I just figured you might want a meal, after your nap, that is…” Sasha seemed to stumble over every word, fluttering her lashes at the tired Gnoll, her makeup clearly freshly done, though in his drowsy stupor Spitz seemed to have eyes only for the meat in front of him. Abby put a hand on her face, shaking it as the maids next to her once more stifled their laughter. It was the same every time, Sasha, the head chef, personally delivered him food with a blush on her face and a pep in her step, but Spitz took no notice at all. Taking the plate from her and looking back to her with a large grin. “Thanks, Sasha. There’s no better way to wake up!” he proclaimed, turning and walking back into his room, shutting the door on the lovestruck pachyderm as she stood there crestfallen. Abby watched on as she once again let out a long sigh, her smile fading a bit as she turned back and walked towards the kitchens, once more leaving to take out her frustrations on the kitchen staff, Abby surmised. 
The Princess huffed as the other two maids went off to their chores, their whispered gossip and giggles fading into the background. This had gone on long enough. Time to do something about it…

Her chance came sooner than she’d thought. A week or so passed and there was a day where everything aligned perfectly. Spitz was out training Tusk once more, and Sarah was out visiting family, neither one would be back for hours... “Time to do some royal snooping”, she thought, using one of the castle’s master keys to open up Sasha’s room, stepping inside and telling one of her handmaidens to guard the door and knock twice if anyone’s approaching. 

She felt a little bad encroaching on Sasha’s privacy. Even if room checks were in the contract she signed to be staff here, it still felt a little wrong. However, she needed absolute certainty of Sasha’s feelings towards Spitz for her plan to work…though she had to admit at least a little bit of twisted satisfaction for being privy to her head chef’s room while she’s away. 
“Royal Privilege indeed~.” She thought as she walked into the rather nice, orderly room, looking around for clues. 
The staff domiciles were all rather the same, changed only by the status of the inhabitant. The rest of the decoration, or lack thereof, was all up to the person sleeping there. Abby wasn’t surprised to find the room quite spartan, only the bare essentials for personalization left there. As Sasha’s duties left her well-occupied for the better part of the day, she mainly used it as a place to sleep and eat. This was further reinforced by the fact that her bed and closet seemed to be the only places Sasha had touched, the rest of the room remaining as it had been when she’d gotten the room years ago.
 Done with her inspection of the decor, it was time for Abby to get snooping, and it didn’t take her long to find rather damning evidence of what she was looking for. As she peered underneath the bed she found a large rectangular black box box, hidden by the covers which draped over the bottom. Sliding it out, she saw a quite familiar mark in fancy gold lettering and had to giggle. “The Lyrebird’s Handmaiden. Why Sasha, what could this be…” Abby said to herself, talking out loud in a tone of faux surprise as she slowly lifted off the cover. Blushing when she quite suddenly found Spitz’s dick staring right back at her. At least, the rubberized version. Abby gave a little humph, crossing her arms and staring at it with a bit of a scowl. She hadn’t been thrilled when she found out that Emrelda had pretty much mass-produced Spitz’s dong using the mold she got from them, but she hadn’t charged them and even offered to sell them the list of those who bought it should they need the info, so Abby felt it was an acceptable sacrifice…mostly. Still, as far as conclusive evidence went, this was practically a note written in blood. She put the lid back on and slid it back under, trying to make sure it didn’t look any different from before, and stood back up.
 
As she stood back up, she noticed something she didn’t before, a black leather-bound journal on the nightstand next to the bed, currently open and face-down as if to save its place. Abby looked at the door, Sasha could be back at any moment, her family wasn’t far away, and she said she’d be back in time to make dinner…
Despite this, Abby felt compelled to read it. Her face was red with shame, but her curiosity at this point was insatiable, she had to know what was in here. 
Initially, she was quite disappointed, as she turned the book over to, instead, a recipe. At first she wondered if the woman even thought about things other than food, but as she glanced over the ingredients she started to realize something…Roast beef, Potatoes Tournet, Rosemary Demi-glace…this was the meal Sasha served to Spitz yesterday! The recipe took over the left page, however, the right page was filled with text in a rough yet legible hand:

Tuesday, Fourth Moon of our year 583.

I took Spitz my latest creation today, Boef du Veau al Pommes Tournet. When I opened the door, it was clear he’d just been with that monstrous mutt of his, sweat was positively dripping off him, and his fur clung to his every well-trained muscle. As usual, he seemed unaware of my captivation with his body, though I must admit I was yet a flex or coy wink away from soaking my nethers right there before him. Oh! Fate is cruel, for he is with the princess, and would not dare to spare one like me a passing thought. When I got back to my quarters, I had to change the sheets thrice from my passionate throes, leaving only enough time to bathe before I went to prepare Supper for the royals.
	Addendum: When I got the plate back from the servants, he’d devoured even the bones. 
To research: Marrow themed dishes, beef, sheep, or ox? Decision pending.

Abby raised an eyebrow. She was certainly a fan of the classics, judging by her writing style, but she had to giggle once more. She flipped to the previous page and found it was the same: recipe on the left, flowery prose lamenting her misfortune at having the hots for Spitz even though he was taken. Abby bit her lip thoughtfully, Sasha had a point. Was it really right, what she wanted Spitz to do? He might not even go for it…
“No…” she thought, rubbing her chin, her ear flicking a bit in thought. “He’d do it if I asked him to. Still, would he want to…” She thought, her mind wandering as she wondered how to approach the situation. 

Suddenly, she heard two knocks on the door, her ears perking up as she heard the maid outside speak up. “Ah, Mistress Fleur de L’herbe Longue! I’d just finished tidying your room, but I’m afraid I haven’t changed the sheets. Would you mind coming back in a few minutes after I’ve swapped them out?” 
“Non, merci. My sheets are still clean from yesterday’s changing, as I slept at my parents house. You may go.” 
Sasha’s voice reverberated down the hall, that strange yet refined foreign accent she possessed making her every word sound like it was spoken in cursive. As her footsteps neared the room, however, Abby didn’t have any time at all to admire her speech. She put down the journal where she’d left it, looking around for a place to hide, not wanting to have to embarrass herself or Sasha by having to explain the room search. Thinking quickly, she quietly crossed the room and opened the pachyderm’s closet. Rows on rows of white chef coats greeted her vision, clean and pressed. She slid behind them and closed the door, not a second or two before she heard the door open, the very tired elephant coming inside and shutting the door behind her, Abby’s heart dropping as she heard the telltale click of a lock. She was trapped. 

Sasha was exhausted. She’d rather host four banquets in a row than deal with her family on a daily basis. As she locked the door, she let out a long, held sigh, her muscles finally untensing in the privacy of her own room. Walking over, she sat back on her bed, grabbing a quill from her nightstand and her journal. She nearly started writing before she realized she was on the wrong page. She scowled at it, flipping the pages back until she was at the page she was before. 
“Changing the sheets indeed, that damn maid. Hmph.” She huffed to herself, putting the book back on the nightstand a bit more forcefully than she intended, crossing her arms. She looked out the window, pensively, calming down a bit. It was only lunch, and her staff could handle that at least. She still had some time to herself before she had to be back to work…

Sasha laid back on her bed, closing her eyes. Her breath slowed and her cheeks brightened as she slowly went back to that ever-favorite fantasy of hers. She’d been playing out the same scene so long, it didn’t take long for her to fall right back into that space in her head. Slowly, Spitz’s image started to come into her mind, her imagination running wild. His wide, sharp grin staring back at her as her hands went to her breasts, fondling them and imagining not her own hands, but the Gnoll’s. Strong, rough, scarred. Her trunk curled forwards in arousal as one of her hands slowly slid down her side, Spitz’s hand trailing her own in her mind as she slowly slipped below her pants, moving to fondle her already wet folds. Quietly, she breathed out a moan. “Ahn, monsieur Spitz, do not be gentle…”

Abby watched the spectacle unfold through a crack in the closet door, her face beet red as she peeped at the pachyderm’s private moment. She wasn’t into women, but it was intimately clear what Sasha was imagining, and Abby so wanted her to know how close to the truth she was. 

Dissatisfied with her own slender fingers, Sasha got up from the bed. Disrobing fully, for she’d have to change into her work clothes anyways, and bending down to grab her most prized purchase from beneath the bed. Opening up the box and pulling out that large, canine dildo. She did not know how Madam Emrelda had recently acquired the ‘Gnoll’ model, but she did not care. Lying back on her bed, she slowly slid the dildo up between her tits, her eyes once more closed to better live her fantasy. Imagining Spitz there, his thick, strong thighs straddling her belly as he thrusts up between her breasts. Eventually getting tired of fucking her big, soft chest melons and moving to her lips. She dragged the toy across her face, the smell of the silicone a far-cry from what she imagined him to be like, but she could dream. Gently, she gripped the base of the toy in her trunk, maneuvering the tip to her lips and suddenly thrusting forwards, emulating the roughness she so deeply desired. Her hands, now free, pressed at her breasts, one sliding back down to her nethers as the illusion changed. Now she imagined the gnoll hovering over her in a 69 position, fucking her throat while his long, thick tongue did the work on her nethers, her fingers pushing in and out of her slit as she fucked her own throat. Her whimpers thankfully muffled by the toy.
 In the end, she didn’t last long. Her thighs suddenly clenching as she thrust the toy as deep as she could into her throat, her lips pressing in around the knot as her fingers sink deeply into her cunny. Cumming to her own depraved fantasy and thoroughly dampening the sheets, leaving herself pleasured, but thoroughly dissatisfied. 
Abby watched on as Sasha finished her routine, taking the toy out of her throat with a lewd sucking noise and dropping it back into the box. Bending down to put the lid back on and sliding the box underneath with her heel. As she opened a drawer and started to put on underwear, Abby realized she was in a precarious position, sliding herself back into a corner and piling a few chef jackets on top of her to hide the dress she wore, trying to appear as close to a pile of clothes as she could as she heard the heavy footsteps approach her hiding place. 

Sasha opened the closet and took out a chef jacket, putting it on and suddenly noticing the pile of disheveled clothes in her closet. She scowled at them, but unfortunately, she’d had such fun with herself that it was now nearly time for her to be at work, and she hadn’t the time to find and berate the lazy, dimwitted maid who’d forgotten to clean her closet. With a humph, she slammed the closet door and stomped down the hall, annoyed, exhausted, and unsatisfied.

Abby let out a held breath as she heard the door slam, though she waited several minutes after the footsteps were gone before she started to get up. As she was untangling herself from the clothes within, the closet door suddenly opened, and Abby froze like a deer in the headlights. 
Thankfully, she wasn’t met with a rampaging pachyderm, it was instead the maid from before, a kind yet concerned smile on her face as she helped the princess out of the closet. Gave a little bow, then went about actually changing the sheets like she’d said before, speaking a bit as she works, her voice possessing the soft scottish lilt of someone from the hills. 
“She’s like this nearly every day now, your majesty. Always coming in, jilling off, and stomping out like she’s slammed her head into the walls. It’s a sad thing to see, your majesty, and quite the mess afterwards as well.” Abby smiled softly, sharing in the maid’s pity of the poor woman…though she felt her loins similarly on fire after watching such a lewd display. Abby knew what she had to do, she only had to send a few words to the right ears…

When Sasha got to the kitchen, she was thoroughly frustrated with how the day had gone. Her annoying family, the annoying maids, the lingering dissatisfaction in her loins, and now she had to prepare dinner. She’d had to leave her Sous Chef in charge, a fortunately rather well-mannered Orc who rivaled herself in his aggressive control of the kitchen, but even still he didn’t have the experience that she did and leaving him alone with the staff for more than an evening. As she walked in, she was suddenly quite surprised to see that not only had meal prep gone as planned, but she was also met with a very large, broad shoulder’d, black-mane’d person currently conversing with her orcish subordinate. Immediately her face turned beet red, starting to straighten out her apron and make sure she was as prim and professional as she could possibly look. Until, that is, one of her newer chefs saw her. 
“Chef on deck!” His voice rang out, announcing her entrance into the kitchen as the procedure went, though many of her long-time chefs gave him a look, as they knew that anything to do with the gnoll was enough cause to break procedure. Sasha flashed him an angry look, but quickly corrected her features once the hyaenid turned around, looking down at her with a very empty plate in hand. True to form, not even the bones were left. Sasha was left frozen in place, melting like butter as he smiled, a wide rack of those sharp white teeth shining at her. “Hey there, Chef! Figured I’d give the maids a bit of a break n’ come see you myself!” He explains, setting down the plate on a table nearby and coming over, offering her a hand to shake. A gesture Abby had taught him recently as a way to meet people, though he was still figuring out when exactly it was used. Sasha awkwardly took his hand, reveling in the strong, rough grip of his hand as he shakes her hand exuberantly. Putting his other hand over their hands and looking her right in the eyes. “I really do enjoy your cooking. If there’s ever something you need from me, don’t hesitate to ask.” He said, giving her a clap on the shoulder, then looking around. “Alright, I’ll get outta your hair. Gotta fix those ‘amooze boosh’ things right? See ya around!” 

And just like that, he walked past her and out the door, leaving a very red-faced elephant with her hand still stuck out, the rest of her staff giving her knowing smiles. After a beat, she shook the thoughts from her head, looking around and giving them an angry scowl. “If you have time to smile you have time to cook, get to work!

The next day, Sasha was hard at work again on her lunch break. After having eaten a meager lunch for herself, she started in on her new dish to win the gnoll over. Split marrow-bones with garlic parsley butter, served alongside the meat from the bones braised in a saffron-infused broth with some pearl barley and mushroom pilaf on the side, the last part a special request from the beast himself. Her heart pounded, and her cheeks flushed. A special request, for her! She was beside herself with pride and happiness and positively bounced down to Spitz’s room when she was done, her masterpiece hidden nicely under a cloche as she rapped her trunk on the door.
When it opened, Sasha was surprised to see…the fuzzy ears of the Princess instead. Sasha was so surprised she nearly dropped the platter, but as she took a step back and collected herself, Abby was surprised to see how quickly she could shift her attitude from ‘lovestruck schoolgirl’ to ‘high-ranking member of the royal staff.’ “Ah, ahem, your majesty! I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I was simply delivering Spitz his lunch, as he so desires after his usual noontime nap.”
Abby rolled her eyes, reaching up to take the (surprisingly heavy) platter from her. “Please, skip the formalities and come inside Sasha.” 
Outwardly, she was calm and collected, but inwardly, Sasha’s heart was pounding and her mind was racing. She wondered how much the princess knew, if that damn maid from yesterday had snitched on her, how much she’d read. A bead of sweat rolled down her brow, before she suddenly felt a large presence behind her. Too slow to turn around before she was suddenly grabbed by thick, strong, fuzzy hands. One around her chest, squishing into her breasts, the other around her lower belly, curling up below her chubby belly. She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was, she’d positively memorized every facet of his muscles there.
 “Ah! M-Monseiur Spitz, Madame Princess, w-what is going on?” 
Abby just smiled from her position across the room, sitting on a chair placed on the opposite side of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. 
“Well, Madam Fleur…” Abby started coyly, crossing her arms and looking at the elephant’s delightfully surprised face. “...I heard you may have a certain ‘thing’ for my companion here…” She trailed off, feeling a little guilty that she was keeping the pachyderm in such suspense, but knowing that the payoff will be all the sweeter.

“What?! Was it that horrid maid who told you that? Really Princess, y-you musn’t believe a word of those lies!” Sasha exclaimed, looking back at the Gnoll’s face above, finding him grinning back down at her and not knowing whether to be scared, or aroused. 
Abby got up out of the chair, that smug grin never leaving her face as she walked up to her trapped chef, looking up at her. “Oh, really? Then perhaps that toy under your bed was simply…one of the maids’? Or perhaps that wonderful prose in your journal was one of the servants. Really, Sasha, give me some credit as a royal of the house. I know everything that goes on in this castle, including this little longing of yours~.” Sasha felt her heart fall, going limp in Spitz’s arms as he clings to her. This was it, she would be executed or worse, fired. She closed her eyes, waiting for the Princess’s judgment…
However, she was instead surprised to feel Spitz’s tongue on her neck, the thick, wet muscle dragging up her neck as she gave a little whimper. “Ahn! M-Monsieur Spitz? W-what are you-” she starts, before Spitz bumps his hips forwards. An unmistakable bulge pressing against her rear, causing goosebumps to wrack her skin as her eyes fling open, looking first at Spitz, then back to Abby, who’d returned to her seat near the bed. At her questioning glance, Abby giggled. “You see, I told Spitz about all of this…” she started, Spitz finishing it with a deep, gravelly whisper right next to Sasha’s large ear. “...and I thought it would be good to indulge these fantasies of yours. A small…reparation, for my ignorance of the object of your little visits.” He says, moving a hand up to her chin to cup it, caressing it slowly and turning her face to face his own as he stares deep into her eyes with his own, Sasha’s knees going weak as she stared into those dark, golden irises. “...I should have known that scent wasn’t just your perfume, Madam. I believe what I was sensing was right. Down. Here…” he ends, slowly sliding one large hand beneath her apron, groping her nethers from outside her pants. 

Sasha didn’t know what to do, it was all happening so fast. She felt her whole body aflame, her wildest dreams coming true, all while the princess watched on from across the room. She should stop, save her dignity, but the princess already knew, and there was no getting out of this now. Not that she really wanted to. Her racing mind was made up instantly as Spitz’s muzzle pressed forwards, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue instantly invading her mouth. Her mind went blank, and she once more relaxed into his grasp.
 She was done battling with herself, she couldn’t fight back against this sudden, perfect attack on her guise, so she let her defenses down. When Spitz finally broke the kiss, a single strand of saliva connecting his tongue to her lips, she was a completely different elephant. Gone was the hoity-toity professional chef, and in her place was the bashful, lust-filled girl underneath, shyly averting her eyes from his gaze as he let her go slightly, keeping her in his embrace, but pushing her away a bit. “Lets get these work clothes off, shall we? Unless you’d like me to rip them off~.” Spitz growled out, his voice reverberating throughout Sasha’s body and sending shockwaves of pleasure down it, further stoking the fire in her loins. She thoroughly debated letting him do so, however, her professional side won through, and she simply gave a nervous nod. Reaching back to undo her apron, then hooking her thumbs into her shirt. Pulling it off quickly. She started to undo her pants, but stopped, intently aware of Abby’s eyes on her back, nearly looking back to the princess before she was stopped by one of Spitz’s large hands cupping her cheek. “Don’t worry, Madam. She wanted to watch~.” He explained bluntly. “Here, let me help.” He says, his own hands sliding down her body to her hips, hooking his thumbs into both her pants and panties, and slowly sliding them down while Sasha took her bra off above. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening, wondering when she’d wake up from the dream she’d so clearly entered, but the waking never came as Spitz leaned forwards, once more murmuring lewdly into her ear. “Get onto the bed and hang your head off the side, Madam. The Princess has told me about your oral abilities, and I’d hate to see such talent go to waste.” 
Sasha looked back at the unapologetic princess with wide eyes, wondering how in the world she knew, though it was clear from the look in Abby’s eye she had no intention of telling her, and moreover was getting quite excited to see it. Gulping nervously, she obeyed her princess’s orders. Crawling onto the bed as they watched and turning around, getting on her back and hanging her head off the bed upside down, the Gnoll seeming even bigger now that she was down here. Spitz gripped her cheek gently, and she knew what was coming. Opening her mouth as she felt the tip of that thick rod slide across her face. First over her lips, exactly as she’d done with her toy, only this time she could nearly taste him, could smell his salty, masculine scent as his soft, fuzzy balls pressed against her eyes. As he slid his dick back down, she took one final breath, before she felt him press inside her throat. Sparing no time in thrusting all the way to the knot, his balls gently plapping against her face. 
She felt her thighs quiver, it was more than she’d ever imagined. She could taste him, feel him throbbing in her throat. Already, he was dripping inside her. Thick, potent precum coating her throat as she swallowed around him, her body quivering from the sensation. Of course, that was before he started to thrust. Slow, gentle strokes of his hips, sliding all the way out to her lips before plunging back in inexorably. His pace was slow, almost languid, savoring every inch of her throat as her nethers dripped onto his bed. 
Suddenly, she heard the Princess pipe up, a cute yet foreboding giggle coming from her before she says, quite matter-of-factly, “Monsieur Spitz, don’t be so gentle.” 
Sasha barely had time to consider her surprise at hearing her exact words spoken back to her before she felt her throat gripped in both of Spitz’s hands, asphyxiating her and leaving little pricks where his claws dug in as his pace almost instantly increased. Swallows turned to gags as her eyes closed and rolled back in pure bliss as he started to rapidly rut her throat, his knot plapping against her lips on every single thrust, balls coating her face in his sweat and musk as the wet, fuzzy sack hit her eyes. Sasha quivered and quaked, her hands gripping the sheets as her throat bulged with nine inches of thick canine cock. She was already ready to orgasm just from the feeling of him using her throat, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. His rough, almost feral growls above slowly increasing in intensity until he finally clenched his teeth, his hips slamming home in her throat, knot popping past her lips as she swallowed rapidly around the intruding rod, rope after rope of thick, white cum filling her throat and stomach. Down below, her thighs quivered as she suddenly splattered his pillow with her own orgasm. Even despite the situation, Sasha blushed with embarrassment; she’d came just from him throatfucking her...
 Eventually, the gnoll pulled out. His knot freeing from her lips with a lewd wet plop, sliding the rest of his shaft out of her lips and spilling the last three ropes right over her face and open mouth as she took a few needed breaths, her face awash in a blush. Abby, meanwhile, had had her hand in her panties for the entire spectacle, her nethers positively burning at watching Spitz work. It was strangely interesting, watching the scene play out from the outside. Part of her wished she was in the chef’s place…but the other part of her felt some sort of twisted enjoyment from watching Spitz positively ruin the once-professional pachyderm. Finding intense satisfaction in watching him ruin someone else for a change… 

Sasha once more let out a surprised gasp as she felt herself gripped by the hips. Spitz spinning her entirely around on the sheets so her legs were hanging off the side instead, having pushed the pillow off it entirely. “M-Monsieur, a rest! S’il vous plait!” Sasha said, still breathing heavily, sensitive from her hands free orgasm only second prior. Spitz was in no such mood however, pushing her thighs apart and lining up his still-hard tip to her nethers.

“Non.” 

The single word was all the warning Spitz gave before thrusting forwards. The chef letting out a high-pitched cry, as her sensitive cunny was so thoroughly filled by his cock. It was pleasure, so much pleasure it was almost torture, but Spitz was ruthless. Almost immediately falling into a hard, fast rut of her nethers that rocked the bed and made the wood it was made out of creak and complain. Every slap of his knot against her folds ripping a manic cry of passion from the elephant’s throat. Each thrust positively pelted her cervix with intense, needy prods from his tip. It was hot, wet, bestial fucking. Moreso than Sasha ever could have imagined. It didn’t take long before came again around him. Her thighs pressing on either side of his own as she clenched herself around his cock tightly. Then, she came again. Then twice more, until time seemed to blend into itself. Filled only with the haze of intense, mindbreaking pleasure, the gnoll’s stamina seeming unending. In the end, Sasha did not know how many times she orgasmed before he finally pulled out. Grunting and grinding up against her labia as he came once more and in similar volume. Splattering her belly, breasts, and crotch with rope after rope of his thick seed, leaving her painted in glossy streaks of off-white before he finally untensed. The gnoll’s tired body settling into another chair across the room to wind down, examining his handiwork with a smile, his eyes heavy-lidded and tired from the exertion. 
Abby, having finished some time ago, stood up and leaned over the tired elephant as her eyelids fluttered. “You’re welcome, Madame~.” Were the last words Sasha heard before she passed out in Spitz’s own bed. Tired, sweaty, and finally, satisfied. 

Abby looked across the room at Spitz, returning his tired grin with a smug one of her own. “Well, that went better than expected. How’d you like picking on someone your own size?” She teased, coming over to him as he leaned against the back of the chair, putting his hands behind his head. “Well, she was certainly looser than you. Better at oral too.”
“Oh har har.” Abby said sarcastically, rolling her eyes and pulling off her dress. Spitz looking at her quizzically as, in short order, she was naked too.

“You didn’t think you were done, did you~?”

In the few weeks following, the kitchen staff would get notice something…different about their boss. She was smiling more, less exhausted and irate. Even her older hires noticed her dishes had taken a turn, the flavors brighter and more colorful. Something had changed, and of course, every staff member had their own ideas why, but eventually one rumor in particular started to circle. One which, once the staff heard it, they knew had to be true. The rumor stated that she’d been seen going in and out of Spitz’s room every lunchtime, leaving with an empty plate, and a very sweaty face. Sometimes even followed out by the princess herself, similarly red-faced. The rumor slowly died out of course, eventually replaced by the normal deluge of affairs and faux pas of the court of nobles, but the maids who tended to the rooms of the staff wing had their own little gossip, one kept secret by their fear of the Head Chef’s wrath, but they could have sworn seeing a large, dark silhouette entering her room some nights, followed by the sheets being absolutely ruined the next day…