Natasha's lips parted like she wanted to respond, but no words came. Her gaze kept darting between Alex's unreadable face and the unnervingly still creature coiled in his lap.
"You're telling me you called her from hell and just… kept her?" she finally said, voice edged with disbelief.
Alex's smirk deepened, though it wasn't entirely playful. "I didn't just keep her. I made a pact."
Nyx's head lifted at the word, her tongue flicking the air. The motion was slow, deliberate, as though she understood the conversation was about her.
Natasha folded her arms, frowning. "A pact? With what exactly? A demon? A Devil? A… whatever she is?"
Alex's eyes flickered with something sharp. "With her. She's not just some summoned beast. Nyx chose to stay. And in return…" He tapped two fingers against his chest where Nyx's coils rested, "…we share everything."
Natasha felt an involuntary chill crawl up her spine. "Everything?"
He nodded. "Strength. Senses. Wounds. Dreams." His gaze lingered on her a little longer than necessary. "Even hunger."
Nyx shifted, tightening her coils just slightly around his wrist, and the faint hum of her presence seemed to thicken in the room.
Natasha glanced toward the door, then back at him. "And what happens if one of you dies?"
Alex didn't blink. "It isn't that deep. If one of us dies, the other is just released from the pact."
"Can you call more?" she asked, wondering if Alex could summon an entire army of these beasts from hell. The implications were… dangerous.
"Do you want one?" Alex's thought process was clearly very different from hers. It caught her off guard—she was thinking about the threat they posed, and here he was casually offering her one.
She almost said no, but the idea stuck in her head. "Can I even get one? I mean, I don't have any powers like you."
"Most demons feed on emotions or your enemies," Alex explained. "Let's say you, as a spy, take someone out—your pet could just feed on that."
Natasha sighed, still skeptical. As she imagined, suddenly a beast appearing from her and swallowing the target of his in one gulp, it both frightened and disgusted her.
"As I said, it can also remain sustained on your emotions," Alex added. Nyx, now fully fed, slithered back to his wrist and coiled into the form of a sleek, black bracelet around his hand.
"So, you want it or not?" Alex asked.
She stared at him for a moment, weighing the risk, then gave a sharp nod.
"…Gimme one," she said.
Alex just smirked and snapped his fingers.
A magic circle flared to life on the floor—ominous red, its lines pulsing like a heartbeat. The glow painted the walls with a hellish light.
"Now," he said casually, "just stand in it and drop a bit of your blood. If any… guest is hiding in you, it'll be summoned. Don't worry—whatever comes out will never attack you."
She nodded, stepping into the circle without hesitation. Her panties were still on, but her bare skin from earlier fun glinted under the red glow. With a steady hand, she drew a small knife and pressed it to her thumb.
A single bead of crimson fell into the center of the circle.
The circle flared brighter, its heartbeat-like pulse quickening. Shadows twisted inside the crimson glow, stretching upward as if clawing for release. The air grew heavy with the scent of brimstone and faint copper.
From the depths, a shape began to emerge — first a cluster of glistening black legs, long and segmented, each joint tipped with a hooked talon. Then came the sleek, predatory body of a spider-like beast, its carapace a mirror of midnight with faint crimson lines running like veins across its back.
Its many eyes gleamed like drops of molten ruby, each one locking on Natasha with an unsettling intelligence. But there was no hostility — only recognition.
"A Black Widow's familiar," Alex said, lips curling into a knowing smirk. "A perfect match."
The beast crouched low, mandibles clicking softly, as if offering itself. Natasha's gaze softened slightly — she didn't flinch, didn't draw back. Instead, she crouched down, meeting the creature's eyes.
"So… you're mine now," she murmured.
The spider's front legs tapped the ground in a slow rhythm, an almost ceremonial bow.
"Close one and you get your hell pet," Alex remarked. "That's it. The circle formed the pact. You just had to summon one willing to accept it. And…" He gestured toward the creature, "you summoned one."
Natasha straightened, eyes still on her new companion. "Then we're done here."
The circle's glow faded, leaving only the faint smell of sulfur and the quiet chittering of the spider as it skittered closer to her side.
"Now, let me see what ability you got from your familiar," Alex said as he looked at her.
"Ability?" she asked, confused.
"Yes," he replied, "a familiar can share abilities with its master."
To demonstrate, Alex used his own ability and in his hand appeared a long, silvery flame whip."Mine is this weapon ability," he said, letting the whip crack once in the air.
"How do I know mine?" she asked curiously.
"Simple," Alex said, guiding her.
She focused for a moment, and soon fine threads began forming from her fingertips—threads glimmering faintly as if woven from moonlight."I… can create sticky, steel, and poisoned silk threads?" she mumbled, almost unsure.
Alex grinned. "Not bad. From the feel of it, those threads can be hardened into weapons as strong as steel and can also carry toxins. With some training, you can weave them into traps or deadly strikes."
She nodded at his explanation, clearly excited, then climbed over him with a mischievous look.
"Are you aiming for the third round?" Alex asked, smirking as he shifted under her.
"Think of it as a return gift… for the Spider," she whispered, lowering herself onto him.
His sword slid once again into its sheath, and her moans filled the room.
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