Infinite Touch: One
Copyright© 2026 by Veiled One
Chapter 3
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Town Wavin-The Forest
Velina hurriedly moved without hesitation.
“Velina, wait, it’s dangerous,” Mervin shouted after her, but she kept going.
They arrived at the forest, where the burn site was larger and circular, with ashes still settling.
“At least seven”, Mervin muttered.
The tracker crouched. “Eight sets of prints. Only theirs.”
Velina nodded.
“How?” whispered another guard. Then they heard a sound, and a rodent appeared at the edge of the clearing.
The rodent looked at them curiously; Another guard immediately crouched, looking at it.
The rodent tilted its head, the guard nodded, and the rodent ran away.
“What is it?” Mervin asked impatiently.
The guard frowned. “It says it saw the fire. Eight men. No one else.”
Mervin sighed. Velina didn’t move. “And?”
“ ... I think it lied,” the guard said slowly.
“What?” Mervin laughed once, harshly, then burst into loud laughter. “A lying rodent. Of course. What other surprises are we going to discover in this town?”
His laughter died as his gaze fixed on a nearby tree.
“Why does that tree look weird?” he said. Velina’s eyes stayed on the tree, then shifted back to the scorched earth.
“You stay here. Watch everything,” she ordered.
“Velina...”
She was already gone.
Once, out of their sight, Velina crouched down; her eyes glowed and scanned the ground, and she found the footprint, the same as before, and another, smaller. She followed them.
A few minutes earlier...
Zarius left the cabin without looking back.
His thoughts were tangled, filled with things he didn’t want to face or name. As he passed the burnt ground, his mind wandered to the test, the academy, and the woman who had traced his footprints.
Footprints.
He paused and crouched down. Marks were everywhere, around the scorched earth, leading in and out. Hers were visible. His weren’t. He masked what he could, knowing it wouldn’t fool the woman, but it might deceive everyone else.
At least for now. Then he heard voices. Followed.
“Where did they go?” one man snarled.
“They said it was small work near the forest,” another replied. “Let’s search.”
Zarius didn’t hesitate.
The earth rose, trapping their feet. Fire followed, silent and precise. He traced their path and eliminated the rest in the same manner. When the last two fell, his Node flared sharply.
He looked once toward the academy ship. Then vanished into the dark.
Present...
Hours after Zarius left, Lija lay awake, staring at the wall. The cabin felt emptier than it should. She didn’t understand the weight in her chest, only that it hurt. Eventually, exhaustion pulled her under.
She woke suddenly, immediately thinking of him, then Danson. Guilt washed over her, images of Danson’s face, the night, and thoughts stacking up too quickly to process. She found herself crying for someone, even though her heart belonged to another.
She pushed herself upright and noticed the torn dress nearby. Memories of the forest came back. Her stomach tightened. She turned away from it and opened the storage box instead.
Inside were clothes, mostly belonging to a woman, and beneath them, a small jewel case. She hesitated before opening it, and her breath caught.
A chain with a pendant and wrist rings. Made from a metal she immediately recognised, rare, more valuable than the one she gave him, and old.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
Then his words came back to her: You can have it. It was my sister’s. My mother’s. She rummaged again but found only the clothes of a young woman, not the ones his mother could wear.
“He wouldn’t have meant this, right?” she murmured.
Her hands trembled as she lifted the chain. After a moment, she fastened it around her neck and put the rings on her wrists. The pendant rested over her chest, near her Node, warm and almost responsive.
Then her Node flickered. She stiffened. A presence. She reached the door just as the rodent slipped inside. It squeaked frantically.
She crouched. “What is it?”
She focused carefully and deliberately, letting her senses brush against it. Fragments reached her.
Fire. Men. Woman. Stone man.
Her breath hitched.
“They found him?” she whispered, her voice trembling. Fear flooded her as she attempted to reach out with her senses again, but there was nothing. Not yet.
Then, a new presence emerged, closer, female, and strong.
Lija’s Node spiralled into a frantic cycle. Someone was searching. And this time, she was the one being sensed.
Velina followed the fading footprints to the centre of the forest. A cabin stood ahead, partly hidden among the trees.
She slowed, scanning the surroundings. No movement. No obvious presence. Yet, she sensed a brush against her senses.
Velina stiffened. Not him. This felt different, frantic, uncontrolled.
A woman.
The imprint was lighter, panicked, raw. New to sensing, dangerous in a different way than the controlled presence she’d felt before.
Velina looked at the cabin once more, still nearly a hundred meters away. Did she sense me? That alone was impressive.
Mervin’s voice echoed faintly in her memory. “What other surprises are we going to discover in this town?”
Velina almost smiled.
She approached carefully, deliberately easing her pressure as she moved. The girl inside was volatile. If she panicked now, she could hurt herself, or worse.
She stopped at the door.
“I know you’re in there,” Velina said calmly. “And the rodent, too.”
The panic spiked, then wavered.
“I’m not here to harm you,” Velina continued. “Calm down. I can tell you’re new to this. If you keep forcing your senses like that, you’ll hurt yourself.”
The frantic resonance eased a little. Still cautious. Still coiled.
Velina softened her tone. “I know what happened. I know who did it. I have a few questions. That’s all. I came alone.”
Silence.
Then the echo faded. The lock clicked. The door creaked open slightly.
The rodent slipped out, squeaked at her, looked around, and then darted back inside.
Velina blinked. “ ... Animal coordination too?” she murmured.
The door swung open completely, revealing a young woman standing there.
Beautiful, even by capital standards. Talented, too. The traces of resonance clung to her like static.
“Come in,” the woman said, her voice surprisingly steady. Velina then stepped inside.
The cabin was simple: an old bed with a thin mattress, a narrow passage probably leading to the bathroom, a table, and a storage box left open.
A man lived here. Not a woman like the one before her.
Velina turned back to the girl. “Where is he?”
The girl didn’t flinch. Didn’t react the way most would.
“Who?” she asked quietly.
Velina exhaled once. This won’t be easy.
“I came alone,” Velina said. “My people are nearby. I don’t want them to know about him, or about you. If you help me, I’ll leave.”
The girl hesitated.
“ ... What about him?” she asked.
Relief flickered through Velina. “No harm will come to him. I promise.”
The girl nodded slowly. “What do you want?”
“First,” Velina said, “Where is he?”
The girl’s eyes filled immediately. They were already swollen, she’d been crying.
Lija observed the woman before her. She was beautiful and composed, likely in her early thirties. There was authority in her presence without any cruelty. For some reason she couldn’t explain, Lija felt she could trust her.
“He left,” Lija said softly.
“Left where?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why did he leave?”
Lija swallowed. “You said you knew what happened. That’s why.”
Velina nodded. “Why did he kill them?”
Lija trembled. Her eyes fell to the ripped dress on the floor.
“For me,” she whispered.
Velina followed her eyes and understood.
“Oh,” Velina said quietly. She stepped closer. “I’m sorry. Are you alright now? They didn’t...”
“No,” Lija said quickly, shaking her head. “He stopped them.” A pause. “And then he killed them.”
Velina tilted her head, studying her carefully.
“So,” she said slowly, deliberately, “he killed thirty men for you.”
Lija’s head snapped up. Her hand flew to her mouth. She shuddered, tears spilling freely as she sank onto the bed.
“Thirty?” she whispered, barely to herself. “He killed them all...?”
“Yes,” Velina said quietly. “Do you know who they were?”
“One of the street gangs, I think.”
“Do you know anything about him?”
Lija shook her head.
“Did you see him kill them?”
She nodded.
“How?”
Lija swallowed. “With fire.”
Velina studied her. The shock was genuine, unfiltered.
“Then why did he leave you?” Velina asked.
Lija looked up, confused. “He just saved me. That’s all. He thought the police would come.”
Velina nodded slowly. Her gaze drifted to the bed, the crumpled sheets, and the pillow. Her brows lifted slightly as she turned back to Lija.
“How long have you known him?”
Lija hesitated. “One day.”
Velina blinked. “One day?”
Lija nodded.
Velina exhaled. “I see you have abilities. Come with us to the academy. We’ll train you.”
Lija stiffened. “You’re from the academy?”
Velina nodded.
After a moment, Lija shook her head. “No,” she said softly.
Velina stood to leave.
“Do you know his name?” she asked.
“No,” Lija replied too quickly.
Velina paused, observing her, then nodded.
“What’s your name?”
“Lija.”
“Lija what?”
Lija hesitated. “Frendas. Lija Frendas.”
Velina’s eyes widened. “Frendas? As in the family of the town’s Chancellor? And The Chief Inquisitor’s?”
“Yes.”
Velina nodded slowly, turned to leave, then paused as something caught her eye.
She stepped closer, gaze fixed on Lija’s neck. “Where did you get that?”
Lija’s hand rose instinctively to the pendant. “He gave it to me.”
Velina met her eyes, voice dropping. “Hide it. From everyone. Or else...”
She didn’t finish; she left.
Outside, Velina’s breath slowed, her Node throbbing violently.
“It can’t be,” she whispered. “He can’t be.”
Just one day, she thought. Thirty men were killed. In a single night. All for one girl.
What had this girl unleashed?
Lija sat alone on the bed.
“Thirty men,” she murmured. “For me?”
Her fingers closed around the pendant.
“What have I done?” Her body shivered.
Unknown feelings
Town Lanah
Velina stood at the ship’s hangar, watching the young people gather to demonstrate their skills. This was the third town, a week since the first. The next two had been no different, nothing but low-level abilities and hopeful faces.
She cared little now, especially after the first town and the presence.
The boy, she thought.
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