#also nyssala: omg she gonna crush me!! 😍🥵

[unhingedbutpretty]

Nyssala gasped as the cambion yanked her from her spot, effortlessly pulling her close. Moments ago, Mizora had been amused, but now? Now she snapped, and things were getting dangerous.

Killed for mouthing off to a devil? She thought. Oh, man... What a dumb way to die.

She clenched her eyes shut, already halfway through mentally drafting her apology. She'd beg for mercy, swear up and down it was just a joke, a stupid joke. She'd never ever ever do it again — pinky promise.

But then…

Mizora's cold hand slid down her back, sending shivers racing up Nyssala's spine. Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized where she was — practically smack between Mizora's breasts.

Wait, wait, wait… what the hell was happening?

Nyssala's brain short-circuited for a moment. Her heart hammered in her chest, her mind doing backflips. She suddenly felt her eyes go impossibly wide as she tilted her chin up to meet Mizora's gaze. On one hand, she was absolutely terrified. On the other hand? Oddly aroused. Her body had a mind of its own, apparently.

Oh, man… What an amazing way to die.

Despite herself, she let out a shaky, nervous laugh. “Well, I’ve never really had the best luck with moms," she quipped, her voice a bit more breathy than she wanted. "But I’m not gonna lie, the way you're handling things right now…”

She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief as she spread a bold smirk.

“I’m kinda leaning towards the ‘much more’ option.”

Pet Name / Nickname for Mizora From Nyssala @unhingedbutpretty Interplanar mommy :D

Nicknames/Pet Names||Accepting.

A hearty, rumbling laughter filled Mizora's belly. The Cambion buckled over in front of the drow, her wings opening just a touch and her tail swaying from side to side. Oh, that was such a droll, little thing! Drow culture had an obsession with two things: Self-preservation and the worship of the female. So, of course, Nyssala would pick a nickname based on something female.

Gasping for breath, the Cambion rose and properly looked at Nyssala. Mizora wiped away a tear from her eye, even as her stomach quivered from some left-over giggles. Her wing opened and angled itself sideways. Taking hold of the drow with the help of her claws, she urged her so close that the poor thing practically bodyslammed against her, forced to peer up at her from between her breast, stomach touching stomach.

Languid arms loosely wrapped around Nyssala's shoulders and corpse-blue, chilly hands caressed her spine. The wing, previously nicking into her shoulder with the thorn on its top, folded neatly behind her back. Mizora's voice somehow became a comforting whisper and a seductive hum, all at once, an alluring lullaby, which lowered your guard and made you want to snuggle even closer to her.

"Begs the question: Nyssala, what kind of Mummy are you looking for? Because I could easily be a mother figure if that is what you need." Her head inched closer, hot breath whispering against the drow's ear as Mizora practically purred. "Or I could be much more if that is what you desire."