And that was how the nurse sat in a closet, arms wrapped around her knees in a fetal position wondering, no, reinventing the scene that had unfolded a few minutes earlier.
"You know what to do with it, right?" He had asked and she simply nodded.
Slowly, she went down and wrapped her lips around his cock, her tongue twirling around the tip, as she sucked on it before taking in the entire length.
She began to move her head up and down his dick while her hands stroked the remaining length. He closed his eyes as he savored the way her lips twirled around his cock.
She continued, her hands going down to stroke his balls as she continued to suck on his dick. Her mouth left his dick and she used her tongue to trail down to his balls, taking them in her mouth one after the other.
Her lips and tongue moved like an expert around his balls before returning to his dick. She pulled away for a bit, her hands went back to stroking him. She increased her pace, her fingers wrapped around his length, going up and down. She swung her hair to one side and went back to swallow his cock in her mouth once more.
She felt his hands grabbed her hair and hold it in place for her. Using her hair, he lifted her face up to meet his gaze. Her lips were covered in precum, her tongue sweeping around to taste them.
She didn't know if this was something she had imagined she would be doing but it was surely something she was enjoying. She couldn't stop herself.
He shoved her wet mouth back in his dick, her mouth kept going up and down his cock, her tongue twirling around the tip as she sucked on it.
Soon, she could feel his dick twitching, he was gradually getting there, to the point of release. She felt his hand press her head down on him, deepthroating his cock as he released his load of cum into her mouth.
He held her in place until he released all, before loosening his grip. The nurse licked his cock and opened her mouth slightly to show the threads of cum connecting her upper and lower lips.
She was about to swallow his cum when she felt his hand tightened around her hair, then suddenly he flung her across the ambulance with a violent force, her back hitting the cold metallic interior with a loud thud that echoed in her ears.
She looked up at him in shock and disbelief as he sprang up from the stretcher like a wild animal. 'I thought he couldn't move his body. All his muscles were stiff, down to his cock.' She gasped, her voice trembling with fear and confusion.
She locked eyes with him and for a moment she couldn't quite place what she saw in them. Was it fear? Anger? Pain? Shock? His eyes were wide and wild, darting around the cramped space as if looking for an escape.
His mouth was open, but no sound came out, only a faint wheeze.
"Is there something going on back there?" She heard the driver's voice cut through the hum of the ambulance but she was still dazed to utter a response.
She felt a surge of panic, wondering if he was going to attack her again or if he had some contagious disease that could infect her.
Then as suddenly as he had stood up, he fell back down on the floor of the confined space in the ambulance just at her feet. He lay there motionless, his chest barely rising and falling. She stared at him, unsure if he was dead or alive, or something in between.
The engine of the ambulance turned off and then, within seconds, the back door of the ambulance flung open and she was greeted by the curious gaze of her colleagues.
They looked at the scene in disbelief, their eyes wide and their mouths agape. They saw the thread of cum dripping down her slightly opened mouth, and the supposed dead man, lying on the floor.
They exchanged a look of confusion as they stared at each other before returning to look at her. She felt their questions and accusations burning into her skin. She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how. She didn't know what had happened or why.
"He… he… he's alive." She managed to say after a few seconds, her voice barely audible. She hoped they would believe her, but she wasn't sure if she believed it herself. She wondered if it was a miracle or a nightmare.
"What have you been drinking, Sarah?" one of them had asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He looked at her with a mix of pity and disdain, as if she had lost her mind.
The other one entered the ambulance and checked on the man on the floor. He was surprised to see that someone who had been pronounced dead on the scene had a pulse, breath and pumping heart.
He felt for his neck and wrist, and confirmed that he was alive. He looked at Sarah with a puzzled expression, wondering how she had done it.
"How the fuck is this even possible?" He had asked, shocked.
They were both surprised when the man opened his eyes and groaned. He looked around, confused and scared. He saw Sarah and tried to say something, but his voice was weak and raspy.
They quickly got him back on the stretcher, and wheeled him into the hospital. They hoped that the doctors could figure out what was wrong with him, and what had happened in the ambulance.
Sarah followed them, still in shock. She didn't understand how he had come back to life, or why he had attacked her.
As they wheeled him into the hospital, news had spread online that he had got back up and attacked Sarah. People were shocked and curious, wondering how it was possible.
Some speculated that he was a zombie, a vampire, a mutant or maybe the very demons he hunted have now possessed him. Others thought that he was a miracle, a hero, or a prophet. Some even claimed that they knew him, or that they had seen him before.
His colleagues soon got to the hospital and rushed over to see him, eager to find out what had happened. It didn't take long for Sarah's hiding place, the place she sat to really digest everything she had witnessed earlier to be unearthed.
They bombarded Sarah with questions, but she couldn't answer them. She felt overwhelmed and exhausted, wishing that they would leave her alone.
"Sarah, right? What did you do to him?" The female Demon Hunter asked accusingly.