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The golden strands on its back were lifted and quivering, and it was from them that the odor came. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #77)

The odor was now insufferable and close. The Mul-Torch was little more now than a glowing stub. I saw the peering eyes. The golden strands on its back were lifted and quivering, and it was from them that the odor came. I cried out as I felt two long, hard, curved objects close on my body. The Vivarium My hands seized the narrow, hollow, pincerlike jaws of the Golden Beetle and tried to force them from my body, but those relentless, hollow, chitinous hooks closed ever more tightly. They had now entered my skin and to my horror I felt a pull against my tissues and knew that the creature was now sucking through those foul tubes, but I was a man, a mammal, and not a Priest-King, and my body fluids were locked within the circulatory system of another form of being, and I thrust against the vicious hooked tubes that were the jaws of the Golden Beetle, and they budged out an inch and the creature began to hiss and the pressure of the jaws became even more cruel, but I managed to thrust them out of my skin and inch by inch I separated them until I held them at last almost at my arms' length and then I thrust yet more, forcing them yet further apart, slowly, as implacably as the Beetle itself, and then at my arms' length with a sickening, snapping sound they broke from its face and fell to the stone floor of the passage. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)