He Tasted His Own Medicine Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You should have a taste of your own medicine” Groaning at him, he only laughed because it wasn’t the first time I had said something like that to him. Ever since the difficulties started to creep in, I had been snapping at him for putting me in the situation I was in and talking about how I wished he could suffer it even for a day. “You know what? I will actually have a taste of my own medicine.”

A few minutes later, he returned carrying the treatment prescribed by the doctor. I soaked a new towel in cold water and gently placed it on his forehead, then helped him sit up a little. As I held out the medicine to him, I said, "Come on... open your mouth." He looked at me with childish displeasure. "It tastes bad..." I laughed softly. "I know... but you have to take it." After a lot of persuading, he finally drank the medicine, frowning in annoyance the entire time, and then lay back down on the bed.

I asked, pointing to the cum that had dried on his skin. He nodded slowly. “Lick it up.” “What?” I stepped forward, grabbed his hair, and yanked his head back. “Did I fucking stutter?” “No—no, Sir.” He lowered his head. Tongue out. And started licking his own dried cum from his skin like he was starving. I watched, arms folded, eyes narrowed. He moaned while he did it. Sick fuck was moaning. “Of course you like that,” I said. “You like the taste of your own mess, don’t you?”

I said as I saw him giving a full blown grin which made me giddy. I slowly took the medicine as he passed them to me. As I took them and put them in my mouth, I cringed at the taste of it. I drank the water along with the medicine. He chuckled at the look in my face. I knew he had questions. And for the first time, I had answers.

he said, and took the medicine on the table. What? He wanted me to be grateful because he had forced himself on me? Why was he always so full of himself? But when he put the tablet in his mouth and took a sip of the water, I knew what he wanted to do. I was not going to give him that chance again. I hurriedly took another tablet and threw it into my mouth. Then, I took the glass of milk and downed it. Dave looked at me in confusion before he drank more water. “That was cool!“ He said and tried to pinch my cheeks. “It is only that you forced me to eat the medicine with you. Anyway, I don't mind it.“

He ordered, as he walked out of the room whistling. Cullen was playing his game so well, that I was intrigued. He was good at it, and I doubted I was even a worthy match. I exhaled sharply, and brought out my meds. The bloody doctor was right, I had to take them. I grunted painfully, and placed them in my mouth. I needed Lance, and that I wasn't finding so hard to hide anymore.

After putting his desired quantity of the substance into the pot, I watched him stir it for some time until it missed blended well with the water and became smooth. After bringing the pot down, he dished it out on the plate and put it on a plastic tray carrying it to the dinning table, and I followed behind. After eating he did the dishes and when I volunteered to help him, he begged me to not to and I just sat quietly watching him. Then we retired to the room after everything in the kitchen were arranged. I drank a Malaria drug the doctor which had treated me earlier had prescribed including other pain relief medicine. I hated drinking medicine more than anything, but I was grown up now and

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!"

“Taste… and become what you were meant to be.” The man hesitated, his hand trembling as he reached for the fruit. His fear clawed at him, but his greed sank its teeth deeper. With a desperate cry, he plucked one and bit into it. The taste seared his tongue, sweet and burning, filling his veins with fire. His body convulsed, his eyes blazing as energy surged through him like a storm. He gasped, laughing, tears of triumph falling from his eyes. He grabbed a sharp piece of wood, dragged it across his skin. The wound closed instantly, smooth and forgotten.