He Tasted His Own Medicine Novels & Stories

“Fuck.” He took a taste of water from the spigot and opened the pharmaceutical cabinet, clumsily pushing things around until he found the headache medicine. Little bottles shaken and clattered into the porcelain sink. Breaking open the cap with his teeth, he gulped a pill and bowed to wash it down with more water from the spigot.

"What do you mean by 'i don't want to' ?? I have seen you in dinning area. You're clutching your stomach and barely have anything. I know it is paining." "No. I don't like it. I can bear it. It's yuck." "What do you think about yourself. Huh?? People make this medicine to reduce the pain, then why can't you just have it. And what do mean by yuck?? What are you, 5?? Don't test my patience have it yourself otherwise I have to feed you in my own style." I swear i saw him smirking when he said the last line. Without arguing further i gulp down the tablet. No, no, little devil.

"It's still the medicine you need! Just one gulp with one mug of water to follow-up." "I cannot sleep with a bitter tongue," he complains and lies down. Before he could do that, I sip the slimy—and bitter—medicine into my mouth, grasp his cheeks, then transmit it from my mouth to his mouth. He was too weak to push me away and his only option was to grip my dress. Our tongues meet inside and I didn't stop feeding him the medicine until he gulped. I made it still, the closeness of our faces jams his breathing, and I keep kissing him to the last taste of the medicine. My hands are still on his cheeks as our eyes meet. His eyes are circled. Not just his nose and ears, but his whole face is blush

Physician: Cynthia, I understand you're not feeling your best, but this medicine is essential to help you recover faster. Cynthia: I appreciate your concern, but I really don't like the taste of medicine. Can't I just rest and let my body heal on its own? Physician: *smiles kindly* I wish it were that simple, my dear. This medicine is specifically designed to target the infection and reduce your fever. It will make the recovery process much smoother. Cynthia: *makes a face* I know it's important, but every time I've taken medicine, it just ruins my taste buds for the whole day.

So of not for that he couldn't have came back to seat besides me? That word from him really annoyed me but I just keep silent at him for that pretending to be okay while am not. "Well before that, I think that I would need my afternoon dose of the instant cure medicine" I said as Aaron looks at Audrey and Audrey get up from the head and ran inside and bring out the medicine immediately. Besides, I have been drinking the medicine since I was down but yet am still down in sickness. Although I don't have to condemn the medicine because it is really doing it's job.

But time after time, he couldn't vomit anything, his whole body was filled with a strong smell of medicine, a hundred times more bitter than the previous smell. Venn turned pale when he saw him like that. It can be seen that the medicine the second brother prepared this time has a certain bitter taste. Venn held back laughter, gloating over the pain of others: "You shouldn't anger the doctor, he will have many ways to deal with you." Shane felt so bitter that he couldn't say a word. He had to drink a whole glass of water to reduce the bitter taste in his mouth. After taking the medicine, a lot of his remaining stamina was consumed. He leaned against the headboard of the bed and fell, his eye

uttered to himself as he was staring at the medicine. “Don’t want to use the medicine because I have already have children is selfishness. Let me start using it” he opened it, took a doze. “If it works; great. I’m doing this because of you Prey” he covered the medicine, returned it back inside the box. He returned the box back inside the wardrobe. He walked to the dining table, carried a glass of water and taken in the medicine. He was drinking water onto the medicine while the door pulled and Prey entering.

He didn't even treat him as human. When Ares lost his patience, he decided to make Zeus taste his own medicine. He was determined to give Zeus every humiliation he got from him.

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?”

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.