Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

Mike needed no more encouragement than that. Ripping off his clothes in record time, he entered the hot tub to sit next to Melody. After a short make out session, he reached over to the ice bucket and found a corkscrew in a pocket on the side of it. Melody watched intently as he twisted it into the top of the wine bottle, before pulling it open with a loud pop. He poured a serving in each glass and handed one to Melody, who immediately took a sip.

“Ooh, very nice… sweet, but with a hint of oak flavor,” she commented.

“Yep, one of my favorites. It’s always been my drink of choice for special occasions,” he agreed.

As they continued to drink their wine, the warm water was quickly making them both very frisky, Mike constantly staring at her incredible tits, just obscured by the steamy bubbles. The more he took her in, the more Melody teased him, caressing her nipples and running her feet up his thigh. Placing his glass on the deck behind them, Mike leaned forward, fondling her right breast while kissing her tenderly. She responded in kind, slipping her tongue into his mouth while running her fingers through his hair.

Parting momentarily, Mike said, “Just make sure to keep the tub clean, like with the pool last night.”

Smiling, she replied, “Absolutely. Now, shut up and keep kissing me…”

Pulling him in forcefully, they resumed their passionate make out session, laughing as the splashing bubbles occasionally tickled their faces. As Melody moved to straddle him, Mike began to stimulate her breasts and nipples with his tongue. As she purred in approval, he simultaneously fondled her ass cheeks under the water. This caused her to squirm and buck in pleasure, splashing him in the face every so often. Mike chuckled and increased the ferocity of his oral stimulation as she began to grind the entrance of her pussy against his rigid cock. Even in the warm water of the hot tub, Mike could easily feel how sopping wet she was, and moved his kissing up to her neck to drive her even crazier.

“Holy shit… please… don’t make me wait any longer… I need you…” she moaned in ecstasy.

Smiling with pride in causing her to beg for him, Mike placed his hands on Melody’s hips and gently guided her onto his cock, savoring her breathless gasps as he entered her. She began to leisurely bounce on him, using the water as a medium for an extremely relaxing lovemaking experience. Though Mike always turned Melody on, the combination of the wine and ring she now wore on her left hand had gotten her far hornier than normal.

“This is important,” she whispered playfully. “I’ve just agreed to be your wife. Which means… I need to show you just what’s in store for you… for the rest of your life…”

As she finished whispering to him, she nibbled his earlobe before beginning to kiss his neck sweetly. Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head, taking in every sensation of her touch, and he lightly stroked her hair approvingly. Melody now began to ride him more forcefully as she switched her kisses to the other side of his neck, giggling seductively in his ear at hearing his moans of pleasure. Taking his cheeks in her hands, she tilted his face up to hers and kissed him lovingly.

Egging him on, she purred, “You know what to do… you know you want to… cum for me… cum for your fiancé… please… fill… me… up…”

Breathing heavily and gripping the edge of the hot tub, he knew she had driven him over the edge. Groaning and gasping as her sweet pussy milked his cock, he finally let go and filled her womb, spraying rope after rope of his cum into her convulsing pussy. As she screamed in pleasure from their dual climax, the two lovers finally collapsed into each other’s arms, laughing and kissing as they basked in their afterglow. Relaxing together for another thirty minutes, the couple finally exited the hot tub and dried off before getting ready for bed.

Lying on the king-sized bed, Mike played around on his phone while Melody thumbed through her Bible, as she frequently did before bed. Momentarily glancing at her locket, Melody once again flipped to the verse engraved on the back of the locket, though she still found no additional significance in the words.

“Mike, didn’t you say this verse was from the Messiah?”

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s a huge piece, though, nearly three hours long, so there’s a lot of scripture contained in it,” he replied.

Thinking momentarily, she asked, “What would you say are the most famous parts of the piece?”

After a few moments of consideration, he said, “Off the top of my head, the most famous musical selection is the Hallelujah Chorus, though the most famous verse used would probably be Isaiah 9, verse 6.”

Turning to the appropriate page, Melody read aloud, “A child is born to us, a son is given to us, and authority will be on his shoulders. He will be named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.”

Nodding and smiling at the familiar words, Mike mused, “Isaiah may not be as frequently talked about as other prophets, such as Moses or Elijah, but his importance is undeniable. He was literally the prophet that foresaw the birth of the Son of God in human form and told of how it would happen.”

“Very cool,” Melody marveled. Placing her bookmark at the start of the book of Isaiah, she laid her Bible on the nightstand. “I’ll read more about him tomorrow. Sounds like an important person to be familiar with.”

After another embrace and tender kiss, they turned out the lights and began to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.

*****

Where am I? What’s going on here?

Looking around, Melody could see nothing. There was simply darkness. In the distance, she heard voices. Slowly walking towards them, they became clearer. There was a man’s voice, angry and harsh. It spoke words of blame and accusation, the tone full of fury. In contrast, the voice was soon overtaken by the sound of an elderly man. The soothing words spoke of hope and encouragement, desperately trying to help someone.

Above it all came the sound of a woman, crying out in pain and agony. She sounded desperate for any help or hope that could lift her from her suffering. Though she still could not see the source of these screams, Melody ran towards the sounds nonetheless. The pain she sensed was unbearable; she wanted only to help. As she ran, she tripped and fell on her face, and the voices began to fade into the distance.

Please… please, just hang on… Melody whimpered, but no reply was heard. As the voices began to vanish, a final scream of agony was heard from the woman...

Looking up, Melody heard a different woman’s voice in her head.

This wish is your destiny…