He Tasted His Own Medicine Novels & Stories

I don't know what is more shocking right now . He just looks at me with the same nonchalant face that he has . Oh I just wish I couldn't look at his mismatched eyes anymore . I just hate him right now . At his point I should not have remained with him. He looks at the blood on the knife and takes a taste of my own blood . I feel like puking right now at the sight of him trying to taste my blood . It is pure disgusting and I dont want to look at him "I knew it , "he smirks as he gives a moan of pleasure. His eyes are bloodshot red as he talks to himself.

I licked it through my mouth and I liked the taste of my own cum, it was sweet and bitter on its after taste. “I wasn’t like this,” I murmured to myself as I fall a sleep.

After dressing up, I was going to leave the room but remembered I hadn't taken my morning medicine yet. Keal's growl was echoing around my chest. He didn't like to see the medicine, but I don't know how else I could tell him it was for his own good. "Fight me all you want. I'm the owner of the body, and you're still at my command." I rolled my eyes and picked up the bowl and chugged it in one go. I do it very fast because I don't like the aftertaste or afterburn it gives, but today's medicine tasted a little bit different. I just couldn't point out exactly what was different about it.

When she saw that he had taken out a fever-reducing medicine, her eyes widened, and she said with some anger, "That's my medicine. Why do you even grab my medicine... Uh..." The bitter taste of medicine immediately filled Tina’s mouth. Samuel's hot breath overbearingly eroded her sanity. After Tina was almost forced to swallow the pill, she was a little breathless and pushed him away. Tina covered her chest, gulping a breath of fresh air. Then she looked at Samuel and stuttered a little. "You... You..." "Me? What? There is no water. I just helped you." Samuel's tone was very calm. Tina clenched her teeth and could not help blurting out, "Samuel, you are disgusting!"

Despite the way it looked, it tasted like sweet and sour oranges. He felt his skin twisting as the potion took effect. “Soon, we won’t have to hide anymore.” X

Then took the tea. Warm. Bitter. I drank. The medicine in it hit my tongue instantly. I lowered the cup slowly. Soren tensed. I smiled. Coldly. “You drugged me.” His eyes widened. “It is only a healing tonic.” I threw the cup and it shattered beside his head. Soren flinched but did not move. My chest rose and fell. Anger burned hot beneath my skin. No one drugged me. No one controlled me. I moved fast. Too fast for this body.

“Judge for yourself.” I take a sip, and I immediately regret it. The taste of bitter herbs with a hint of something sweet burns its way down my throat. My face scrunches up, my tongue itches, and I give an undignified cough. “Oh, God!” I curse in between coughing while Wesley laughs at me. “What is this?!” I glare at him, and his expression only grows more amused when he sees how much I struggle to get the taste out of my mouth.

As she squatted in the kitchen to boil the medicine, Diana deliberately added a handful of bitter herbs to the mixture. A large bowl was put before Brian, a black and smelly concoction bubbling within. Smelling it, Brian was sure he wouldn’t be interested in any other food that day. Standing beside him, Diana looked at him earnestly. “Drink it. Good medicine tastes bitter. For your self-esteem, be a man and drink up!” Brian held the bowl and drank the concoction. He frowned and said: “Diana Anderson! You better pray this medicine works!” “I promise,” Diana swore. Though in her head, she was not so sure.

I wanted this version of him to be real. I reached for the cup with trembling hands. Making sure not to make skin contact. “It's safe,” he said, looking at me, as if to tell me that it was not poisonous. I downed the content. In one gulp. I am already feeling the warm feeling spread from my throat down to different parts of my body. “I didn't expect... this,” he said under his breath, watching me with something like amazement. That was when I realised that I was kinda enjoying the medicine a little too much.

~Eleanor~ “Open up,” he demanded. I hesitated a little before complying. The smell of the medicine alone was enough to cause vomiting. How can anyone drink something that not only looks bad but also smells terrible? “No, girlie, that's not right. Open up; say, ah!” I almost choked. Fuck, doesn’t this man realize how strange it feels for him to say those words? I gathered all of my courage and finally drank the tonic. Heck, my intuition was correct. It tasted exactly like it smelled: like chicken poop!