//SHOOT YOUR CUM. SHOOT YOUR FUCKING CUM.

"I'M TRYING!! HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO GET OFF TO THIS!?"
//JUST IMAGINE HER WITHOUT THE DROOL AND THE SHIT AND THE-
"AAAAAAAAARGH!!!! SHE BITING MY DICK!"
//PUSH HER OFF. JUST PUSH HER OFF.
The world is madness. Everything is madness. If you tell yourself one day ago that you going to be fucked to **** by a harem of sex mad women, you would probably say that it is the best day ever in your life. Now?
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!"
//STOP SHOUTING FUCK. NOTHING GOOD CAME OUT OF SHOUTING FUCK IN A MIST OF SUCCUBI.
As the swarm decent upon you, and panic take over your brain, a ray of hope came: your dick shot a tiny ray of cum!
Under the power of the vial, your cum turn as bright as the shinning sun seem like it have turn up a life of its own: it dodge and weave, masterfully dive to right in front of every succubi's noses and still remain out of their reach, taunting them away from your shaking body.
And it only took you a fraction of a second to get the hell out of there, as fast as you can. District 9 seem to stretch out forever, never ending, and it seem like it going to be forever until you reached your destination: An old bank near the center of the district, where the doctor are hard at work trying to contain the plague.
You heard the engine of several B.O.Bs and quickly scuffle into a dark corner. 20 women, itself, are riding it, their brain so blinded by lust that the only thing they can say, or rather scream, is:
"MU.... MUUUUUUUU! MU MU!!! MU MU!!"
You cringe in your hiding spot. **** by Mu-Mu. What have you gotten yourself into...
//WE ALMOST THERE. COME ON.
You pop a vial, and smear it across your waist again. You got 2 left. The situation is dire.
"Where to?"