Six Times A Day Spacerx Novels & Stories

"Fortunately, the damage isn’t permanent. I’ve prepared a treatment regimen.” He reached into his bag and handed me a small, carefully labeled bottle of pills. “Ten days,” he said. “That’s all he needs.” I clutched the bottle tightly, feeling like I could finally breathe again. "He needs to take one pill every day, no more, no less. The dosage is strong. Stronger than anything I usually recommend, but it’s necessary." He paused, voice serious. "You must stay close to him during this time. His mind will be confused, volatile. He might experience partial flashbacks, emotional bursts. Don’t leave him alone too long. If you absolutely must step away, make sure someone trusted is watching him.”

Garreth laid on the white leather couch like a child, he closed his eyes. Before Marcela could word out anything, Spencer pulled out his phone. "Good day, I would like to book an appointment." "Yes, he is usual patient." Spencer said. "I would appreciate it if Mrs. Martin's had private sessions with him in his home as per usual." "Thank you, good bye." He added. "Garreth, did you take your pills like a good boy?" Spencer asked. "Yes, Spence I took my pills like a good boy. I'm a good boy." Garreth said like a child snuggling into Spencer's embrace.

“Give me my f**kin’ pills, Sed.” Sed lifted his hips off the sofa and pulled the bottle from his pocket. Trey tried to snatch it from his hand, but Sed held it firmly. “This label says you’re supposed to take four pills a day. A maximum of eight. How many have you taken since last night, Trey? Do you even know?”

It truly was a shame that I never got to admire the package in its entirety. “I am sorry to throw this on you,” Mr. Spencer started, his pants pockets hiding his large hands; another feature that I liked. His dark eyes stared at me in the face, as I struggled to keep my sights in all the PG places. What a shame. Not even my head splitting in two could stop my dirty thoughts. I did my best to focus. I could see something in his eyes. Maybe concern. “I paid for my commercials slots, and they were going to start airing on Friday. However, I was just made aware of a few more slots that are now available 6am, 11:02am, 1:12pm. 4:30pm. 6:58pm and 9:02pm.”

he explained. “What’s the difference?” I asked, quizzically. He sighed. “The difference, Layla is right now, I’ll be having sex with you and not making love to you,” he explained. “Sex, love, whatever. I don’t care, Xavier. After what happened this morning, Michaela helped me get a new herbal medication. I was told it’s more effective when I’m on my period, and I have only two days before my period is over... so we must take advantage of it now, or we’d have to wait till next month,” I explained.

And I know. Miralyn, the palace healer, absolutely told her to stay in bed. Right on the timeline Hana suggested, I’d bet. And not only did Xandra ignore that, she didn’t even bother to tell me she was ignoring it. “Take one of these every day.” Hana shakes a small pile of pills onto a clean fabric, then winces when the bottle stops spitting them. “Every other day. And come to me when you run out. There are… simpler, slightly less effective versions I might be able to scrounge together.”

"Twice a week. I'll be checking in with you the rest of the days." He sulked, "Make it four times, please. The meds taste better when you're around, plus, I would likely not take them with a text or call reminder." "Adam, you're not a kid. Think about you sometimes; your health." "What's the essence of good health when you can't have what you want out of it?" Frozen and speechless for a while, Gianna ended up saying, "Three times. None negotiable." "Four, none negotiable."

“That is, with a few conditions.” I groaned and slumped back against my pillow. “What?” She pulled out a sheet of paper covered in, thankfully, English. Paige took it before I could and studied the contents. Dr. Awad addressed her instructions to Paige. “We’re sending you home with two medications, an as-needed pain pill and a twice-daily antibiotic. He’s already been taking the antibiotic….”

Wells is in front of me, feeding me his cock while he reviews paperwork. “Approaching week six,” Wells notes, not looking up from his documents. “Optimal conception window based on your cycle begins tomorrow. I recommend increased frequency over the next four days.” “Increased frequency,” Richard pants, slamming into me. “How do you propose we increase beyond daily?” “Multiple deposits per session.” Wells sets down his paperwork. Looks at me. “Can you take three today?” I pull off his cock long enough to answer. “I can try.” Richard cums inside me – his second load today – and Wells takes his place immediately. No break. No recovery time. Just one cock withdrawing and another sliding in.

The council cleared Knox’s name and granted us thirty days to prove our relationship is real. Thirty days. The number keeps circling back, no matter how hard I try to shake it. Dr. Patel’s office is tucked into the medical wing’s far corner, past the main treatment rooms and the small pharmacy that caters to wolf-specific needs. The door is open when I arrive, and I’m about to knock when I hear voices inside. “—one packet per day, same time each morning. It’s effective for approximately four weeks, so you’ll need to return for a refill if you want continued coverage.”