Vis-à-vis they stood, immersed in the secrecy of the voyeuristic night's embrace–The Dragon Master and the Governess of His heart–the one they called Empress Soror Cerasus.
At last the tension was released as She opened the gates of the city and ushered the silence out as She spoke thus:
"A Holy Promise I have written in the Ink of My womb upon a parchment of Kotex. A Holy Promise that, if broken, reeks of consequence as pungent as the Vampyre's feast I have thus shed."
"DO NOT break this Promise", she admonished.
The Dragon Master retorted:
"Verily, I say unto You, I have tasted the sweetness of Your cherry delights, and I suckle upon Your seed. And what of Your slender stem you ask? HA. My tongue will meticulously explore the path of its line and shape, touring and twirling its possibilities–twisted geometries that will yield enchantments for Our insatiable appetites."
A flash fiction collaboration with My Heart: @Its.Cherry.Sister