Infinite Touch: One
Copyright© 2026 by Veiled One
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - He isn't meant to be touched. She isn't meant to want him. A quiet night, A touch breaks the rules no one dares to name. A girl, drawn by a pull she doesn't understand and doesn't resist, unleashes something the world wanted buried. As paths revealed, collide, desire blurs into danger. Blood flows, romance turns sharp. Loyalty fractures. Secrets surface. Some connections aren't forbidden because they're wrong, but because they change everything.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Crime High Fantasy Mystery Science Fiction Extra Sensory Perception Magic Cheating MaleDom First Oral Sex Petting Size Slow Violence
Planet Noxara
The Path
Town Wavin
Lija headed toward the forest, unaware of how her pace had slowed. The streetlights flickered overhead. Her watch showed 8:00. Her mind kept racing, thinking about the afternoon, how quickly her world had changed. A blush of heat warmed her cheeks as memories flooded her thoughts.
I don’t even know his name. The realisation embarrassed her more than it should have. She reached the edge of the forest.
Suddenly, her senses snapped sharply. She dropped without thinking, a glowing staff cut through the space where her head had been.
A curse followed. A man stumbled as his swing carried him too far.
Lija ran. Another presence, then another. Her Life Node surged, the forest sharpening into clarity even in the dark.
Eight. They were closing in. Two of them she recognised.
“You can’t run now,” one of them said, voice thick with satisfaction. “We saw you yesterday with him.”
She backed away, heart hammering.
“He won’t help you this time,” another added. “First you. Then him.”
She turned toward the cabin. Too late. Two figures blocked her path.
“Help!” she screamed. They laughed.
She ran the other way, branches whipping past as she dodged instinctively, barely staying ahead of grasping hands.
They were faster. Stronger. They caught her arm.
She screamed again as more hands closed in. Panic rose.
A day earlier...
Zarius walked down the dimly lit street of the worn-down town, lost in thought. His shadow stretched beside him, the only thing that had stayed with him consistently now.
He considered returning to his place; he had wandered enough for one night. Still, something kept him here. His Life Node, embedded in his chest and visibly different from others’, was carefully concealed beneath his shirt, hidden from prying eyes, a lesson learned long ago. Tonight, it felt different. It shifted and surged outside its normal cycle.
That unease kept him from turning back. His legs moved forward on autopilot, head lowered, with his attention withdrawn from his surroundings. He sensed a presence before noticing it.
Something collided with his chest and bounced back, falling toward the street. He caught it before it hit the ground. His hands closed around a bare waist easily and securely.
A gasp. He looked up.
A girl was frozen in his grasp, too stunning for a town like this. Her blue eyes were wide with shock and fear. Silver hair flowed over her shoulder as she gasped from running.
“Lija,” another voice called. They turned to see a man a few steps away, bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.
The girl suddenly straightened, gently prying Zarius’s hands away from her hips. Her face flushed as she slowly stepped back, her body trembling slightly, eyes refusing to meet his.
“Danson.” She hurried to the man and steadied him. “Are you okay?”
Danson nodded and pulled her into a hug. She stiffened instantly, quickly glancing at Zarius, who stood a few feet away, before gradually easing out of his arms.
“Are you okay?” Danson asked, his concern evident as he looked at Zarius.
She nodded and asked, “Where are they? Did we get away?”
“I think...” The punch came suddenly. Danson’s head jerked to the side, and he fell onto the street, unconscious yet still breathing.
Zarius lifted his gaze.
Two men stepped out of the shadows. One grabbed the girl’s wrist. They were larger than Danson, and Zarius vaguely recalled seeing them with a street gang.
“Leave me!” she yelled, struggling against them. Her gaze fixed on Zarius. “Help me, please.”
“Come on,” one of the men laughed, grabbing her other hand. “You’re ours until we get bored.”
Zarius remained still, head tilted as he watched. The men turned and dragged her along behind them.
Her eyes never left him. “Please,” she begged, struggling against their grip.
“Leave her,” Zarius said. His voice cut through the night, deep, calm, sharp, almost commanding.
The men stopped and turned. Only now did they truly see him. He was larger than them, larger than anyone they knew, and appeared calm, as if he didn’t see them as a threat.
They exchanged looks and nodded.
“This doesn’t concern you,” one said, forcing confidence. “Leave.”
Zarius didn’t move.
After a moment, the second man hesitated and whispered, “Let’s leave. It’s him. The freak.”
“Hold her,” the first snapped, already moving.
A single click. The stick in his hand transformed into a knife. He swung it toward Zarius’ neck, but Zarius caught his wrist and squeezed.
The man screamed as the knife clattered onto the street. Zarius grabbed his hip and threw him effortlessly toward his partner. He hit the ground with a heavy thud.
The second man froze. His grip loosened. The girl wrenched free and ran to Danson, dropping to her knees.
The fallen man staggered up, rubbing his wrist, shooting Zarius a murderous look.
“You’re dead,” he spat. They ran.
“Danson! Danson, wake up.” She shook him, panic breaking through. He didn’t respond.
“He’ll wake up,” Zarius said calmly as he approached. “Just knocked out.”
She nodded and tried to lift him.
Zarius sighed, bent, and lifted Danson with ease, settling him over his shoulder.
Her mouth opened in shock. Staring at him. He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh ... yes. This way,” she said quickly, blushing as she turned.
They passed from the dim streets into a well-maintained part of town and entered a quiet house in silence. Zarius laid Danson on the bed and turned to leave.
The girl stood at the entrance, watching him, her expression unreadable.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
He observed her, noting her restless hands and tense posture, then nodded and headed for the door.
She stayed still. He paused, raising an eyebrow. She looked back at him, confused.
“Oh.” Realisation hit. She gasped softly, blushed, and stepped aside. Then,
She felt a hand on her hip. She froze and didn’t move. She felt him behind her back; the grip tightened slightly, but not enough to hurt her. Slowly, he turned her and pushed her against the wall. She stood there, looking at the floor, her Life node surged faster in her chest, and her breath was wavering.
His hand now caressing her hip and stomach, she gasped, eyes closed, hands at her sides. Another hand took her jaw and lifted her face; she opened her eyes and saw strange, intense, crimson-like eyes. Her breath caught; her hands clenched at her sides. He slowly leaned in, face inches from hers, breathing on her face, looking into her eyes.
“No!!” she said, but she couldn’t move, trapped between the instinct to pull away and a body that hadn’t decided how to respond. His large body pressed against hers, with his hand gripping her jaw.
She felt his lips crash into hers, his grip on her jaw tightening. Her eyes widened in shock, and her hands moved to his arms, gripping tightly with nails digging in, arms four times the size of hers, her hand barely wrapping around half.
She heard him groan, and her body involuntarily shivered. His tongue grazed her lips, causing her to gasp. Seizing the moment, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, exploring and kissing her fiercely. She stood there, unsure how to respond.
A noise from the bed made her tense; her hands pressed against his chest, muscles rippling under her touch. She tried to push him away, but it was like trying to move a stone wall. He slowly pulled back, glancing toward the bed where Dannon was stirring. Then he stepped back, looked at her and left. She watched him go, trying to steady her racing Node and thoughts. Finally, she moved toward the bed, letting out a sigh.
Forest
Zarius stepped out and crossed the street toward the forest. Toward his place. His thoughts lingered on what had happened back there, his sudden reactions to her, when he sensed a presence ahead.
A shadow blocked his path. He stopped. His gaze lingered on the shadow before him, then slowly lifted to the figure standing there. He remained still, not out of fear, but because something held him in place.
The older man was even older, by his people’s standards. Long silver hair and a beard framed his haggard face. He was lean but well dressed, more so than usual for his age and this town.
The older man’s Life Node still kept its dense, healthy cycle beneath his chest, but it wasn’t that which held him. It was his eyes. Unwavering. Measuring. One silver. One gold. Like the twin moons that ruled the night sky of his world.
The man watched him for a long moment, studying him, then finally raised a hand and pointed.
“That is your path,” he said calmly. “Your answers await there.”
He walked past without another word or glance.
Zarius watched him until the darkness swallowed his form. He stood there, turning the words over in his mind, then shrugged and stepped into the forest, walking deliberately away from the direction the man had pointed.
Behind him, the older man stopped, turned, and smiled at Zarius’ retreating figure before vanishing.
Zarius continued through the forest toward his temporary home, a small wooden structure, its silence broken only by insects and the distant movement of animals. He shut the door behind him and lay down on the old bed, one that carried memories he refused to let fade, no matter how much they hurt.
His mind wandered back to the older man’s words. Answers to what? To himself? To his power? To his family? His breath caught at the last thought. Family. The family he had killed. Tears burned behind his eyes. Sleep remained elusive, slipping away as it always did.
He sighed, wiped his face, and stood, doing what he always did when sleep eluded him, stepping back into the forest to stare up at the twin moons, as if they owed him answers.
He opened the door. And froze. She stood there.
The Girl
At Danson’s house, after he woke up, Lija explained everything. He soon fell asleep again.
She stayed outside. The night air did little to calm her. Her thoughts kept circling, refusing to settle. She loved Danson. She knew that. And yet, why hadn’t she stopped it? Why did the memory linger so much?
She pressed her arms around herself and started walking.
She had seen him before, around town, sometimes near the forest, but never paid much attention beyond noticing he was tall, Striking, and dangerous in a way people ignored. Tonight, the moment he touched her, that changed.
It wasn’t love; she understood that. It was something different, a mysterious pull that pulled her Node out of sync, warmed her skin at the thought of his hands and his closeness. She attempted to distract herself by imagining Danson’s face, but the thought couldn’t hold.
She came to a halt as the forest stretched out before her. She hadn’t intended to go this way and hadn’t realised her feet had led her here. Her chest clenched with tension. Guilt surged as she looked back toward the town.
Then she turned and stepped into the trees. It took some time, but eventually she found what she believed was his place. She stood before the door, unsure why she had come or what she was expecting.
The Forest
The door opened. He stood there. She froze, her eyes lowering as she fidgeted, words failing to come out.
A faint sound escaped him, like a breath or a warning. Suddenly, she was lifted off the ground, and the door shut behind them. Her back pressed against the wooden wall, and she gasped sharply as her breath escaped.
He was close, invading her space, and when their lips connected again, she reacted instinctively, rising on her toes with fingers gripping his neck. Everything about him was rough, and she liked it more than she let on.
His hands moved upward and grasped her breast, which was well-developed but felt small in his hands. He massaged it roughly, causing her to groan at the sensation.
His other hand moved to her other breast, attempting to remove the cloth, but it tore in his grip. His rough palm pressed against her, scraping her nipples, bringing a new wave of sensation. She moaned, pulling her lips away from him. Her toes stung. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. Her mound pressed against his abdomen as her hands slid down to his shirt. Groaning, she tugged it up, her hands exploring his muscles. Her pants became wetter.