A Mutant Collector Quest

"Luke, I do have a small request… just a little one," she murmurs, her sparkling blue eyes locking onto mine as she takes another step forward, pressing her body tightly against me.

"… Just ask," I say, my breath hitching slightly as my body responds instantly, with my cock stirring awake.

"Luke," she whispers, her tone soft and shy, her hands sliding up to hook around my neck, pulling our faces closer together.

"Yes, Carina…" I say, placing a hand gently on her cheek, the heat between us both intensifying as her scent of intense desire overwhelms my sense of smell.

"Will you please…" she begins, her lips tantalizingly close to mine, her alien curves pressing firmly against me.

"No need to say please…" I reply, my voice low and heated, my focus drawn to her inviting pink lips and the feeling of her soft breasts against my chest. My cock is rock hard right now!

"… please … Become a part of My Collection!" she suddenly exclaims.

My neck tightens abruptly as something constricts around it.

"What?" I gasp, startled as I jerk back away from her, my hands clawing at the unfamiliar object now encircling my throat.

"Don't bother, Luke," Carina says, her smirk returning as she watches me struggle. "It's an Electro-Collar, Kree technology. Made from an advanced metallic alloy, it's practically unbreakable."

"What is this, Carina? Why are you doing this?" I ask in surprise, staring at the blue-eyed woman in front of me.

"Welcome to my Collection, Luke," she says, her voice a mix of triumph and tenderness, a small smirk tugging at her lips.

As she speaks, she swipes her hand down. A metal container descends abruptly from above, enclosing me within it.

I look at the blonde beauty again and notice the unsettling expression in her eyes—the same one that had made me uncomfortable before.

Obsession.

She is looking at me as if I was her property, a thing that belongs to her. And there is something else—I could now sense the intense, overpowering scent coming from her. My Emotion Smelling power picking it up—it's a thick, heady aroma of desire, but not the desire of lust…it is a desire to possess!

"But why do you want to add 'me' to your collection?" I ask, my tone laced with doubt. "Unlike your other exotic specimens, I am just a simple, biological, bipedal human. There is nothing special about me or my race. We are perfectly average. I don't think I am worth collecting at all," I say, genuine confusion in my voice.

I had suspected this outcome from the clues earlier, but I had always thought it too absurd to happen—unless she somehow knew about my meta-knowledge.

Until now, I had been still been thinking about tapping that alien ass, and had assumed that her desires were just a little... kinky. I had even entertained the idea that this might end with me bound to a bed, just not bound inside a glass container!

"Ah, yes! This is perfect," she says, stepping closer to the glass walls. Her gloved hand trails over the surface as her blue eyes gleam with excitement. Her cheeks are rosy with a blush, and she doesn't seem to have even heard my question. "The collar adds such a nice touch," she murmurs, almost to herself.

"Is this about compensating you for those robots?" I ask, trying to make sense of it all while eyeing her flushed face.

"Ah, yes, I do need to settle that too," she replies with a smirk. "I will collect all the compensation from your body, for the things you broke when you smashed my robots." Her eyes roam over me as she licks her lips sultrily.

"Carina, listen to me. You don't have to do this," I say earnestly, pressing my hands against the glass wall. "If you are horny, we can just fuck… I don't mind at all. In fact, I am ready to do that right now," I add, gesturing towards my hard dick, which still hasn't gone down even in this weird situation.

She giggles. "Oh, don't worry. That tool of yours will definitely be put to good use. Something like that deserves a place in My Collection!" Her eyes devour me, her expression dripping with desire.

"Alright," I say, taking a deep breath, "It seems you won't listen unless I get out of this ridiculous container." I grip my fist tightly take a step back and punch the glass wall with all my strength!

BAM!

"It's no use, Luke," she says with a wide smile as the glass wall remains unscathed despite my fully powered punch. "That container is special—it wouldn't even budge if you blasted a Kree Ballistic Missile at it," she adds with a sarcastic laugh.

"I have got other ways," I say, unfazed.

"Oh, and it produces a static field," she adds smugly. "None of your Mystic Arts or fancy portals will work in there."

"Really?" I ask in surprise, only now realizing how this containers are truly state-of-the-art, even capable of blocking Mystic Arts. I briefly consider trying to use my own mutant power to open a portal, but there is an even simpler way out.

"Lucas... Watson... Luke," Carina murmurs with a happy smile. "You will be my most Prized Collection."

"Now, will you answer my question?" I ask, simply stepping through the glass walls. My Astral Projection power makes my Astral Body intangible, allowing me to phase right through.

Her eyes widen in disbelief. "Huh? How... what did you do? How did you get out of the container? Is this an illusion?" She checks the holographic panel on her bracelet, muttering, "No... there is really no one inside!"

I cross my arms, fixing her with a steady gaze. "Answer my question, Carina. I am not in the mood for games. Why are you so fixated on collecting me?"

"Why wouldn't I want to... Collect you, Luke?" she asks, the shine in her blue eyes growing brighter.

"I just told you, I am from a below-average species. There is nothing particularly special about me. In fact, this entire journey I have been through today—traveling across different dimensions, had proven just that to me. There are so many alien races out there in the vast galaxy that are smarter, stronger, better-looking, and a hundred times more capable than I am. I am sure back in your father's Stockpile, there are multiple such 'Collections.' So why… just why are you fixated on collecting me, Carina?" I ask, my tone genuine.

This is not me wallowing in self-deprecation—well, maybe a little—but it is more about making logical points. I want to hear one specific answer from her: that she wasn't doing this willingly, that she was ordered to!

Her expression softens as she steps closer. "You know Luke," she begins, "I never understood my father's obsession with Collecting. He is always going on about Collecting every species to complete his… perfect Collection. It never really resonated with me. But something he said always stuck with me—that the most fascinating Collections are the ones you can't categorize. I never understood what could be so fascinating about something you can't categorize. But now..." She pauses, her blue eyes sparkling even more intensely. "Now, I think I am starting to get it." She swipes her hand downwards, and suddenly, all the robots and drones in the area close in, surrounding us both.

I glance upwards, taken aback by the sheer number of machines—it's absurd, even compared to what I had faced before. Numerous half-robot, half-droid hybrids circle above. I can't help but smile wryly, looking back at the lady who has suddenly gone off the deep end. Is it because of the pheromones I used on her? The Subduing Aura? Or is someone else messing with her mind?

I also realize that the increased security in this room and the absence of many robots around the ship might have been pre-planned for this moment. "You know those robots and drones won't stand a chance against me. Do you really want so badly for me to destroy them?" I ask, shaking my head in disbelief.

"No, no, Luke! How could I let them attack you? That could damage you. And I can't damage my most Prized Collection," she says, offering a sweet, innocent smile. "They are just here to show my determination to keep you with me… Now, can you please return to the container?" Her blue eyes plead with me.

"Carina… this is wrong. Look, I am a person, a living being—just like you. You can't just collect me like some object. If you really like me, we can… I don't know… date? Spend time together? In fact, If you are into this kind of roleplay, fine, but let's do it in the bedroom, not a glass cage." I say with a gentle smile, activating my Angelic Aura as I step closer to her.

I really want to avoid confronting her directly right now. Part of me doesn't want to hurt her, while another part is concerned about the dormant Cosmic power inside her. But more than that, I am confident in my ability to reach her. I am certain there is a way to get through to her.

"You want to date me?" Carina asks, her voice carrying a hint of stunned disbelief as her blue eyes widen.

"Why not? You are cute, beautiful, and sexy. Any guy in the Universe would feel like he won the jackpot if he gets to date you," I reply with a teasing smile. A cheeky thought crosses my mind: And you could even be my sugar mommy, considering how filthy rich you are.

Her expression shifts as she shakes her head. "But you are... mortal. You will die so easily and so soon. What's the point of doing something so meaningless?" Her tone is dismissive, though a tinge of sadness creeps in her voice. She adds, almost offhandedly, "But if you are a part of my Collection, I can just keep you like this… You won't age, won't die… you will be able to live forever with me." Her blue eyes sparkling with the same brilliance as before.

"But that would be so… boring," I counter, stepping in front of her and looking down into her glowing blue eyes.

"B-oring" She mutters as her shining eyes start to get… dull.