JADE DARCY AND THE AFFAIR OF HONOR
He came at her, naked and erect. His body was small but solidly built, and his face was strangely hidden in shadow that obscured nothing else about him. The smell of his sweat mingled unpleasantly with the tang of her own fear. He moved with the dazzling quickness only another carc could achieve, yet his approach was strangely slowed, as though viewed from a projector run at half speed. Horrified though she was, she could not take her eyes from his body—and particularly from his large, thick p***s with the blue veins in bas relief on the side.
Her first impulse was to run, her second to fight, but she could do neither. She couldn’t move. She knew intellectually she was just as fast and almost as strong as he was, but her body would not obey her. Her han
