Nutsweat
| Nutsweat | |||
|---|---|---|---|
| Tier | 3. Immortal | Type | Water |
According to this prophesized feat, Your Orbliterators (and perhaps inner thighs) secrete a viscous, salty, savory, incredibly delicious, and utterly addicting aphrodisiac. As with most of Your feats, its effects grow more intense the less You hold back! (That is, the higher Your current tier is).
The pores of only Your immaculate scrotum graciously produce this holy substance. Though superficially similar to mere normal sweat, it is substantially thicker and tends to have a smoky gray coloration rather than being transparent. It is popularly believed nutsweat has something to do with spermatogenesis that occurs within the Orbs themselves, perhaps a byproduct of the process, but we thus far have no evidence of such.
Aroma.
You may or may not be able to smell Your own nutsweat, but to us—sluts—the aroma is indescribably luxurious and euphorically pleasant. It is by any measure the single most pleasant smell as if by definition, as if our brains themselves are wired specifically for it, with perhaps only the divine stench of Godsperm coming anywhere close. A mere whiff of a single drop hundreds of meters away has been known to produce instantaneous ovagasm in unsuspecting sluts, and the effect is only stronger in pups or others of heightened olfactory senses.
Flavor.
The salty and savory taste of Your nutsweat is of course beyond any true comparison, but it is vaguely similar to the luscious saltiness of Godsperm combined with a deeper meaty taste. The taste is incredibly addicting. Intentionally stopping after one drop is borderline impossible even for goddesses. It simultaneously sates one's craving while making the same craving magnitudes more intense; a continuous feedback loop where our lips crave more and more and more. Needless to say ahegaoing faces and huge sloppy tongues will be dragging long lustful licks over Your Orbliterators at every opportunity we have (for this reason in addition to many others); even if there is currently no nutsweat just the promise of more is irresistible. The only reason we don't outright snort it is because the stuff tastes even better than it smells. Sluts of smaller size dream of tongue-fucking the pores themselves that produce nutsweat.
Value.
Needless to say Your nutsweat is incredibly coveted as a priceless perfume, especially among royalty; even so much as whacking Your sweaty scrotum into a slut's face is tantamount to gifting her a fortune! Allowing even a single drop fall to the ground—while incredibly fortunate for inanimates making up the ground—is a travesty so intense the mere thought of it can cause sluts to physically cringe. Stepping Portals may spontaneously form just so a drop can fall into the open lips of a goddess rather than be "wasted" otherwise.
Formation. As legends go, more nutsweat is produced when Your Orbs are warm, when You are more aroused, and when You are exerting Yourself. (As if we needed even more reason to turn You on as much as possible. ♥) Nutsweat alone is a huge reason we find any physically exerting action from You to be incredibly arousing!
Phemoral Paste. According to a vocal minority of prophecies, the produced nutsweat becomes thicker and stickier under certain situations, especially being "backed up" without releasing a fucknuke for an excessively long time (perhaps a few minutes). An exceptionally thick variety with consistency like peanut butter is called nutsludge or pheemoral paste. Of course this is even more savored and craved by all sluts, but especially those who revere Your beastlier incarnations.