Infinite Touch: One
Copyright© 2026 by Veiled One
Chapter 4
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Warehouse
Town-Bejen
As Zarius rested in the darkness of the abandoned house, contemplating his next step, he sensed it once more, the presence. Watching. Waiting.
This time, he didn’t face it. He slowly turned away and offered his back. It shifted. Too quickly.
He stepped aside at the last moment, caught a wrist as it reached for him, and pulled hard. A body slammed into his chest. He tightened his grip.
He heard a gasp. The figure struggled and swung at his head, but he caught that wrist too.
Now he looked at it more closely. Cloaked in black, reaching up to his chest. Slim, too slim for a man. And the familiar, subtly off feeling emerged.
He raised a hand, pulling back the hood and mask. Brown hair tumbled loose, mouth agape in a gasp, strikingly attractive in a tough way, with wide green eyes full of shock. Familiar.
“Who are you?” he asked.
She didn’t answer.
She drove her knee into his abdomen quickly and powerfully. Surprised, he loosened his hold slightly. She then twisted free and disappeared into the street.
Zarius stared for half a heartbeat, then chuckled.
“Well,” he murmured, “let’s do this, then.”
He ran.
She moved swiftly through the streets, making sharp turns with purpose and no extraneous movements. At the end of a stretch, she glanced back and froze in place when she saw him keeping up with her pace.
He wasn’t chasing to catch her. He wanted answers. A woman like her didn’t fit the shape of a thief or a ghost.
She vanished behind the old school.
Zarius followed her as she lifted a slab, placed it in the ground, and sealed it behind her.
“Really?” he muttered.
He opened it and climbed down.
She stood in the centre of a hidden basement, surrounded by food supplies, weapons, and tunnels branching out.
“So, this is your hideout,” Zarius said calmly.
She tilted her head, studying him.
Understanding clicked.
“So, you’re the ghost.” He stated.
A fist slammed toward his spine.
He turned and caught it just in time, pushed back a few steps by the force of the blow. He then followed the arm to its owner.
Mr. Balic.
Zarius blinked. “Ah. Nice to see you again. Thanks for the food.”
Balic roared and attacked.
This time, Zarius caught him firmly and threw him across the room. He crashed into a pile of weapons.
The woman followed with a high kick aimed at his head. He caught her ankle and pulled her in. She collided with him. His arm locked around her waist, and her leg was trapped against his hip.
They froze.
Her node throbbed against his abdomen. Green eyes locked onto his. Warmth pressed against his hip. Too close. Wrong and familiar all at once.
His own node surged. He heard footsteps.
“Red man...?” a small voice gasped.
Zarius turned.
The children stood there, wide-eyed, as the same girl from the morning stepped forward.
“Mother?”
He blinked. “Mother?”
The woman tore free, adjusting herself, flushed and avoiding his gaze.
“Yes,” one boy said firmly. “She is our mom.”
Recognition hit him, the eyes. Of course.
“Trista. Tristan,” the woman said sharply. “What are you doing here? I told you to stay hidden.”
“We heard fighting,” Tristan said, glancing at Balic. “We came to check.”
Balic straightened, forcing a smile. “Everything’s fine. Just ... reorganising.”
The children nodded, unconvinced.
They turned to Zarius.
“Red man,” Tristan asked seriously, “what are you doing here?”
“Red man?” all three adults echoed.
“He’s red,” Trista said matter-of-factly. “Eyes, hair, chest. So, we named him.”
Another boy nodded. “He’s the big new guy.”
Zarius hesitated briefly, then shrugged. “A ghost was chasing me. I ran and fell in.”
The children gasped.
“See?” one girl whispered. “We told you.”
The woman cleared her throat. “Enough. It’s late. Go to bed.”
They obeyed, reluctantly. As they turned, Tristan looked back. “Red man, you can stay here. Leave tomorrow.”
They all nodded.
After the children left, silence settled over the room.
“I’m not here to fight,” Zarius said at last, looking between them. “I just wanted to know what’s going on.”
Balic studied him. “How did you block my attack? I didn’t make a sound.”
“I have my ways.” Zarius turned to the woman. “Why were you following me?”
She stiffened.
“I knew you were there, near the guarded street,” Zarius continued. “Don’t deny it.”
“How did you...” She stopped herself, eyes narrowing. “What were you doing there?”
“They warned me to leave town,” Zarius shrugged. “I wanted to know why.” His gaze swept the tunnels, the supplies. “So? What’s happening here?”
Balic crossed his arms. “Why should we tell you?”
Zarius nodded once, then turned toward the ladder. “Fair enough.”
“Wait.”
Balic started, “Natlin...” but stopped when she raised a hand.
Zarius stepped back down. Natlin faced him.
She observed him carefully. The way he moved was relaxed, even in an unfamiliar place. The way he had caught her easily, tracked her, and tossed Balic aside like a piece of paper felt reckless. At the same time ... deliberate.
“You’re right,” she said finally. “This town is rotten.”
Balic exhaled and dropped into a chair. Natlin and Zarius sat opposite him.
Natlin began, but Zarius cut in. “Explain briefly.”
She blinked, then nodded.
“The Chancellor is corrupt. So is the chief inquisitor. They steal everything that comes from the capital. Food, supplies, everything. People are forced to work in the industry that produces scientific hardware for a company tied to the capital.”
“And?” Zarius prompted.
Balic whispered, “They conduct experiments on people, children and the elderly, aimed at awakening and enhancing abilities.”
Zarius’s voice hardened. “Why not contact the capital?”
“We can’t,” Balic said. “The company has the council’s protection. Messages can’t get through. Outsiders are chased away or killed.”
“So, you hide them. Children and older people,” Zarius said. “That’s what this place is for.”
Natlin nodded. “They know we exist. We let the kids roam during the day so they don’t suspect. At night, we hide them. It won’t last.”
“And you steal to feed them,” Zarius said.
“Yes,” Balic snapped. “And now they’re prepared. Even Natlin can’t get close.”
Silence.
“How many like you?” Zarius asked.
Balic hesitated. Natlin answered anyway. “About ten. Including some inside the industry.”
“Natlin...”
“We need all the help we can get, Balic,” she shot back. “Or we will lose more children; we have to stop them, even if we have to kill or get killed.”
Zarius stood. “So, what’s your plan?”
They didn’t answer.
“No plan,” Zarius said. “Figures.”
He turned. “Come on.”
“Where?” Balic asked.
“To find them.”
Balic’s eyes widened. “You’re going to help us?”
“No.” Zarius paused, then added calmly, “I’m going to deal with the men who warned me. And...” His gaze flicked toward the tunnel the children had taken. “They fed me.”
Hope flickered across Balic’s face.
“We can’t even enter that street,” Natlin said. “Not even me.”
“We’ll see,” Zarius replied. “Let’s go.”
Natlin hesitated, then nodded. “We need someone watching the kids.”
“I’ll handle it,” Balic said, disappearing down a tunnel. He returned moments later. “They’ll be here.”
They moved.
From the shadows near the street entrance, they watched guards patrol.
“So, what’s the plan?” Balic whispered.
Zarius shrugged. “They are the two men who warned me. I’ll go and talk.”
“What? Wait...”
Zarius stepped into the light.
“You again,” one guard said. “We told you to leave.”
“I am.” Zarius moved closer.
“That’s not the way out.”
“But it’s the way I want.”
Hands reached for weapons. Too late.
Zarius moved quickly. He grabbed the gun nearby, yanked it forcefully, causing the guard to lunge forward. Zarius took a knife from the guard’s belt and stabbed him in the neck. Then, ripping the weapon from the dying man’s grasp, he shot at two others, and another man felt a flying knife in his throat.
They were already dead before the first body hit the ground and before they could understand what was happening.
Natlin heard the bodies hit the floor, her breath catching in her throat. Beside her, Balic flinched visibly and instinctively took a step back.
Zarius dragged the bodies into the dark, collected their weapons, and returned.
“Here,” he said, handing them over.
Natlin stared. Balic took them with trembling hands.
Zarius then leapt onto a tree and vanished upward into the canopy. Moments later, he dropped back down.
“Let’s go.”
They followed him along the back of the street.
“Where exactly?” Natlin asked.
“Where they experiment.”
She swallowed. “The warehouse in the industrial zone.”
“Good.”
They arrived at the massive structure’s side as guards continually rotated through their posts.
“How many?” Zarius asked.
“About one-fifty,” Balic said.
Zarius muttered a curse.
“Six entrances,” Natlin added. “Back entrance is lightest.”
“Then we go there,” Zarius said.
Balic hesitated. “Wait. You said we’d plan. Not attack”
Zarius started walking. “Plan changed. Try to take out as many as we can”
Natlin followed, uneasy. “Then what?”
Zarius didn’t slow. “Run.”
They exchanged a glance and then followed. They approached the entrance. Guards milled around casually.
Zarius looked at Natlin. “Go.”
“I can’t,” she pointed out. “The detector can identify anyone with abilities within a twenty-meter radius.”
Zarius followed her finger.
A three-foot cylindrical device stood beside the door, antennas twitching, numbers scrolling across its screen. A glowing orb rotated above it. Another identical unit stood on the opposite side, each guarded.
“They’re everywhere,” Natlin said. “Inside too.”
Zarius nodded, silent.
Natlin watched him, unease twisting in her chest. He had killed four men without pause, spoken of attacking a fortified facility with the same tone one used to discuss weather. Either he was reckless beyond reason ... or something else entirely. Her node throbbed in a strange cycle, excitement, at the same time, fear crept into her. Would she leave this building alive?
A rustling sound interrupted her thoughts, squirrels searching for food.
Large, wild, alert. One was taller and larger than the rest. Suddenly, it stood upright, watching Zarius intently.
Zarius crouched down. The squirrel tilted its head. It ran toward him. The others followed.
He nodded once. Soft clicks escaped from his throat, almost like a language.
Natlin froze.
Balic stared. “Is he ... talking to them?”
“Well,” Zarius said finally, standing, “It’s a deal”, added chuckling at the squirrels.
The leader squeaked sharply, causing the group to split and scatter.
They watched in silence.
The leader slipped behind the wall. Others swarmed the detectors, distracting the guards and hopping onto the machines. Lights flickered. Screens dimmed.
Five minutes passed. The squirrels came back. The leader was last.
Zarius listened before turning around. “Detectors are down. There is one active inside, at the central unit. Sixty guards are outside, and forty are inside.”
Natlin swallowed. “They told you that?”
“Yes.” He glanced at her. “Can you get help?”
Balic raised his wrist. A moment later, he said, “Five.”
Zarius nodded. “Wait for my signal.”
He walked openly toward the entrance.
Natlin held her breath. The guards tensed, but no alarm sounded.
“Device is not working,” Balic whispered.
Zarius spoke calmly to the guards, one hand signalling behind his back.
Natlin moved. Balic stood still, not moving. Natlin looked at him.
“Can we trust him?” he asked, glancing at Zarius’s back. “We don’t know who he is or why he’s helping us.”
“You are right, but you know we have no choice. We’re about to lose; you saw what he can do, and he might be our only hope,” she whispered urgently.
Balic nodded, sighing, and they moved.
She flowed through the shadows, dropping a guard silently. Another fell beside her. Balic struck next, precise, brutal.
“Shit!” one guard cursed, lifting his weapon to fire.
Zarius turned, twisted the man’s neck, and lowered the body gently.
“Tell others to move supplies into the forest,” he said, already advancing.
Others, who came after receiving Balic’s message, moved swiftly.
Inside, more guards were taken down. Food crates were quickly pulled away. People moved swiftly.
Then they heard a scream and froze.
Natlin turned, and her blood ran cold. Children and older people were being dragged from the vehicle, her eyes drawn to the scream.
An older man tried to shield a child, but a burst of energy slammed into them.
“Trista?” Natlin whispered. “No...”
Rescue
The Warehouse
Zarius felt his chest tightening, his Node surging violently.
Natlin tried to move forward, but Zarius stopped her, shook his head, eyes on the front. She traced it to a detector now used to sort the children.