Getting Lost Ch. 06

The monster looked once at her. Though it was tall, graceful, beautifully radiant, it had a look of broken despair. She felt immensely sorry for it without knowing why. It bent to pick up the pulsing sphere device. Wrapping the thing in its mantle, he spoke to the bedraggled and wounded elf, "Save her, please."

The device glowed bright and burned the monster as it expanded. The dying creature screamed when the orb it held exploded, just as the ragged elf lunged for her. The elf cast a spell, and a solid wall of force struck the center of her body. As light and intense heat flared to swallow up the world around her, she was flung backward into a fluctuating tunnel of space and time.

Some remnant of self-preservation caused the expelling of her own magic. It was not exactly a spell, but a wild energy that latched on to the half-finished magic of the elf's teleportation. Everything vanished in a sudden cold darkness, and she had a moment to wonder if she was dead. Then she had the sensation of splashing into a hot and frothing pool. As her body felt stretched and compressed in a way she could only describe as being swallowed by a great beast, she lost what remained of her consciousness.

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She thought she was underwater, and she could hear the muffled sound of someone speaking to her from the surface. A woman's voice barley penetrated the depths she was in. As her senses slowly returned, she realized she was drowning. In a panic, she fought for the surface, only to realize she was on solid ground. She was sick, bringing up what seemed like gallons of water from her lungs and her stomach. Her arms shook as she tried to hold herself up.

Her ears were a bit clearer when the woman she'd heard before mumbled something else. The woman spoke a language that she knew was different from hers. She'd heard it before, even understood what was said, but she couldn't remember what language it was, where she'd learned it, or even why it wasn't her own tongue. She hurt from head to toe, she was exhausted, and she'd assumed she was dead. She had to be in the Infernal Tempest. But what the woman said was, "You're not as dead as I thought."

She didn't even know her own name, but an instinctive power rose in her. She felt the warmth of it as the blue marks on her body started to glow. The woman grabbed her hair and tilted her head up, presumably to get a look at her face. The woman was ylf'nim, and that sparked a tiny memory. She understood at once that she was ylf'nim, too.

A semblance of relief began, but she still didn't have any idea what was happening. The woman had a hard look about her. She was dirty, and so were her clothes, mud caked thick on her boots. Her auburn hair was tied in a sloppy braid, wisps of it forming a sort of halo of flames around a tanned face. Dark green eyes squinted down in suspicion. For a moment, the two women simply stared at each other, then she was sick again.

She reached out to the redhead for help, and the hard lines on the woman's face softened somewhat. Still somewhat gruff, she asked, "Who are you?"

She thought as hard as she could, but she just couldn't remember. Then the woman shot more questions a her, rapid fire. "Where'd you come from? How'd you get here? You don't know? Or you won't say? Which is it?"

She needed help, and she wanted to answer the woman's questions. Words formed, but no matter how badly she wanted to speak, she couldn't do it. Fear gripped her throat and stilled her tongue. She knew deep down that something terrible had happened, but she couldn't remember what it was. She felt stupid, and she hadn't the wherewithal to stop the tears that fell.

It was when she went to wipe those tears that she realized she was covered in some kind of gross slime. The stuff was repulsive and only added to her panic. She desperately wiped at the muck that covered her skin and her hair, but it was useless. For a second, she thought maybe the redhead put the gunk on her, but that didn't make any sense. Nothing made any sense, and she was growing ever more frustrated as tears tracked through the goop on her face.

The rough woman seemed to make up her mind about something. When her face softened and she smiled, she was actually rather handsome. Her voice was softer as well, when she said, "Huh, you're just about as lost as you can get, aren't you?" That answer was obvious to both of them, so all she did was shrug in reply.

Suddenly, she both heard and felt something approaching them. Her magical defenses flared again, and she watched for it. Whatever came through the trees, it was big. Magic swelled in her, and weak or not, she'd have to defend herself. She only prayed the redhead would be on her side. By way of warning to the woman, she pointed in the direction the big thing came from.

A giant came up behind the redhead. He was nearly eight feet tall, with silvery pale skin and shaggy white hair. Small ram like horns curled back from his temples. The sight of the giant sparked another memory, a far distant one that she couldn't quite hold on to. He was just as disheveled as the woman was. He carried some sort of dead animal across his shoulders. As he came upon them, he said, "Hey, Kytia. Who's the girl? What's she doing here?"

Kytia answered him, "I don't know, Wy. And I don't think she does either. She doesn't talk, but I think she's our witch. I think we'll name her Lost for now."

She had no name for herself, so "Lost" was as good a name as any other. She didn't know if she was a witch or not, but she'd play the part if it would get these people to help her.

While he spoke to Kytia, Wy stared at Lost with suspicion in his ice-blue eyes. "Name her? So, we're keeping her, then? Just like that? How'd she get here? What do you even know about this girl, Kytia?"

"She rode down on a lightning bolt. I think that shit she's covered in must protect her from the energy or something."

Wy dropped the animal on the ground and grumped, "Gods of the Sacred Empire, I knew I clocked you upside the head too hard. Must've knocked something loose, and now you're even crazier than before."

When the giant invoked the gods of the Eternal Empire, Lost felt a little more relaxed. She didn't know anything about lightning bolts, witches, or goo. However, the sacred Eternal Empire, the Infernal Tempest, and the gods and devils who called those places home were still familiar to her. If they were as familiar to Wy and Kytia, then maybe these two would-be rescuers were alright.

"Yeah, probably. Help me get her to the stream so we can clean her up. She doesn't seem to like that stuff on her."

Wy followed Kytia's lead and helped Lost to her feet. He was reluctant though, grumbling, "It's no wonder. She's slick as a greased pig. This stuff's nasty. Where're her clothes, and why's the ground all burnt up?"

Kytia spoke loud and slow, "Light-ning-bolt!"

Lost glanced at the burnt circle of ground she'd landed in. Maybe a lightning strike could explain her memory loss, but she was certain she should have more extensive damage if she'd been hit. She couldn't remember any lightning storms, but then, she couldn't remember anything else either.

Wy grumbled, "Whatever, Kytia. Gods-awful mess."

The stream they led her to was clear, the water burbling fast over large smooth stones. In that moment, Lost remembered something else. She had ethereal connection to the water, to the plants, to the very earth she walked on. Without even touching it, she could sense the cold and cleanliness of the water. Suddenly, she was parched. She not only wanted a bath, she desperately needed a drink.

She leaned over the stream, but her wobbling knees betrayed her, and she nearly fell in. Wy caught her and held her. He'd pressed her body close to his and kept her longer than was necessary for her to get her feet under her. A flare of possible danger sent a swell of energy into her hands, but she kept her power in check. She would know his intentions before she hurt him. Lost looked up and locked eyes with Wy.

Irises the color of glaciers narrowed as his pupils widened. With a skill that was instinctive to her, Lost threaded her way inside his head. He was in love with Kytia, but he liked Lost's body. Then she found what she was after. Though Wy would readily bed her if the opportunity presented, he would never impose his will over another.

Beyond his morals, she saw and felt flashes of Wy's life. Fear and love, resentment and servitude, war and blood, snow and ice, family and community, all swathed in an overwhelming desire for home. Wy, she concluded, was good; and he needed help just as much as she did. Seconds had passed, and she withdrew from his mind only to see him flinch from her gaze. Lost thought she should apologize, but the words caught in her throat, hung up on a strangely unidentified terror.

While Lost scanned Wy's mind, Kytia had taken off her clothes. The woman was all lean muscle and hard edges. The only soft thing about her was the swell of her ample breasts. She was pretty and would be even prettier if she'd smile. There was a feeling of safety in her presence, and it made Lost want to be close to her. Kytia told Wy, "I'll help her. Get that deer on the fire so we can eat. I'm starving, and I bet she is, too."

She gratefully accepted Kytia's help in washing off the slime. The woman had an abrasive attitude, but her touch was just firm enough for washing. The cold water, and heat from the hands that scrubbed her skin and hair, felt amazing. She took a moment to study Kytia as she had done with Wy. On her surface, she was furious; and violence was often her answer for everything. Underneath, she was a woman bereft, and lost in throes of endless grief.

Her perusal of Kytia's soul was interrupted when the woman lifted one of Lost's wrists and asked, "Lost, who did this to you? Were you a captive on a ship? A sex-slave, maybe?"

She looked at the bruises, faded to a yellow green that muddied the blue tattoos there. With no idea how she'd gotten the bruises, or the tattoos for that matter, she just frowned and shook her head. Maybe she didn't know anything else, but she did know her divine magic. Under her breath, she managed to whisper a simple healing spell.

When the minor injury was gone, Kytia beamed proudly at her. It made Lost feel good to know she had pleased the woman. The handsome redhead was absolutely gorgeous when she smiled. With a triumphant laugh in her voice, Kytia exclaimed, "Yes, I see! All gone! Good girl. Now, lay back and let me get your hair."

They sat on the bank together while Kytia finger-combed Lost's hair. She closed her eyes and smiled as Kytia stroked her forehead and temple with a gentle thumb. Kytia murmured, "My gods, what a pretty little thing you are."

Then Wy appeared, and he said, "You two, come sit by the fire before you get chilled."

Lost had come to the conclusion that whatever had happened to Kytia and Wy, she needed to help them. She thought making Kytia smile was a good start.

They had a campsite not far from the stream, if it could even be called a campsite. A stained and rain-damp blanket, a meager cook fire, and makeshift lean-to was all they had. Wy tended the meat, per Kytia's order. The smell of it made her stomach growl, and she realized she was famished.

When they approached, Wy asked, "Feel better?" She offered a smile and nod for her answer.

While Kytia got dressed, she handed Lost a shirt. Lost was not embarrassed by her nudity, however the company she was in wore clothes, and she knew it was polite to do the same. She bowed her head in gratitude to Kytia for the gift and slipped the shirt over her shoulders.

When Wy declared the meat was done, the three of them ate in silence. They didn't dine like two elves and a frost giant. Instead, they tore at their food with desperate hands and gnashing teeth. For a moment, they weren't people, but three half-starved animals on a fresh kill. No one said a word until the bones were picked clean.

Wy kept the fire going, but the night was coming in cold. He sat behind Kytia and pulled her tight against his chest, with his arms wrapped around her. Lost watched from the corner of her eye, still trying to figure out what kind of relationship existed between the two of them. They were beautiful, and Lost wanted to touch them. She longed for the warmth of their bodies, for a moment of close connection with other people. Then Kytia said, "Lost, it's okay. Come here, sweetie."

When she came near, Kytia sat forward and brushed Lost's hair out of her face. She murmured, "You are so beautiful." Kytia kissed her. The touch of her lips awakened her body's memory of impassioned pleasures, and Lost let herself be swept up in her new lovers' embrace.

She let her willingness show in the way she returned Kytia's kiss. Lost pulled back just long enough to adjust her position. She stood on her knees to either side of Kytia's hips. Wy kept his eyes on the two women and his hands on Kytia's breasts. The redhead moaned as the frost giant pinched and pulled her stiff nipples. Kytia took Lost's breast in her mouth, a quick firm tongue further stoking Lost's need. From behind Kytia, Wy gruffly said, "Mmm, taste her cunt, Kytia."

Kytia looked into Lost's eyes like she was seeking permission, but Lost wanted everything these two had to give her. Kytia slid down between Lost's spread legs. She kissed and sucked at Lost's outer labia, slowly working her tongue inside. When a skilled tongue expertly flicked her clitoris, Lost let herself go with the sensation, unaware of the little sounds that escaped her throat.

Wy finally joined them. The frost giant kissed Lost, thrusting his tongue between her lips to explore her mouth. Big calloused hands rubbed and squeezed Lost's buttocks, and his hands moved lower. She felt a finger, strong and thick follow the lead of Kytia's tongue. Wy massaged her opening, dipping inside to the first knuckle. While Kytia lashed at Lost's clitoris, Wy rapidly pumped his finger in and out. Lost trembled on the precipice of bliss, and a second finger from the frost giant pushed her over.

They held her for a moment as she came down from her high. Then Kytia untangled herself, and Wy lay on his back. He smiled at Kytia and said, "Your turn. Come sit on my face."

Lost straddled Wy's hips, and Kytia positioned herself over his head, while still facing Lost. She watched in fascination as Lost stroked Wy's massive member. Lost didn't know if she could handle a girth like his, but she knew she wanted to try. She pressed the head of Wy's penis to her dripping labia, vigorously rubbing herself with him. Kytia rode Wy's face while she watched Lost with a lustful anticipation.

Lost smiled, closed her eyes, and slowly lowered herself on him. The broad head of his manhood stretched her open, but the feeling was not unpleasant. She worked slowly up and down, taking more and more of his monster inside. She listened to his muffled moans and Kytia's wild grunts.

Lost quickened her rhythm. A fire deep inside was burning her alive and she wanted it to consume her completely. Kytia's noises sounded like a climax. Lost put her hands into that wild auburn hair, pulling Kytia into a deep and passionate kiss. Then Kytia moved off of Wyfrost's face and shifted down to straddle his waist. She pressed her breasts against Lost's and slid her hand down. She let her fingers play over the base of his shaft and Lost's pearl while their tongues danced together.

Wy said, "Lay on top of each other. I want both of you."

Lost gladly did what he asked. She looked deep into Kytia's eyes while Wy penetrated her, his penis still wet with Lost's copious juices. He pumped several times, and Kytia's body rocked with his every thrust. Then Lost felt him enter her again, not slowly as before, but with a strong purpose.

Kytia turned to look and briefly lifted one of Lost's legs higher, moaning at the vision of her lovers joined. Kytia faced Lost again and leaned down for a kiss. Wy's masterful cock filled Lost's body with heat and pressure. The friction of his thrusting awakened every nerve. In moments, Lost moaned and cried into Kytia's kiss.

A low growl came from Wy's throat, when he withdrew from Lost. He grabbed Kytia's hips and roughly took her. Kytia maintained her kiss with Lost, tongues lunging, darting, and circling in their dance. Then their kiss broke when Kytia's body lurched and she screamed her climax. Lost watched her lovers in awe, as Kytia rocked her body back hard against Wy's. Then he pulled out of Kytia and roared, his hot fluid splattered both her sex and Lost's.

Wy threw himself onto his back with a deep sigh. As Lost and Kytia separated, a cool breeze came up and chilled the sweat on her skin. In the throes of their passion, Lost hadn't noticed how cold the night had gotten. She shivered and grabbed the shirt she'd been given. Wy turned on his side and said, "Come here, both of you."

The frost giant's body gave off enough heat for all three of them. Lost and Kytia snuggled together underneath Wy's offered arm. Exhausted, and feeling at least temporarily safe with her new lovers, Lost attempted to sleep. She shut her eyes and forced her breath to come even and steady, but the shattered part of her mind was terrified to sleep. She pretended to rest while she listened to her saviors whisper to each other in the dark.

Wy asked, "Kytia, you think this witch can help us take back our world?"

"Oh yeah, sure." Kytia's response was thick with sarcasm. "The three of us will just go ahead and reconquer an entire fucking planet."

Lost wanted to turn around and face them, to ask them all the questions that tumbled around inside her head. A terror that she could find no root for locked her voice. Feeling trapped inside her own skull, Lost continued her ruse of sleep.

Wy muttered, "Dumber things have happened."

Kytia sighed heavily, "Go to sleep, Wy."

As the sounds of an alien jungle lulled her new friends to sleep, Lost wondered just what kind of witch she was supposed to be. These people had saved her life, and she'd decided to stay with them and help them if she could. Somewhere along the way, she might figure out who she was, or maybe she could rebuild herself into something entirely new.