Predator of Star Wars: Hunt

A human from Origin Earth is reincarnated as a Yautja. His new name now is Bido of the Dark Blade Clan. An elite member of the clan. He then finds himself being transmigrated into the star wars universe after a navigation error sent him through a super-massive black hole. ------------------------------ [Also, if you can spare a moment to check out my other novel "Book of Dreams and Nightmares", I'll appreciate it. Hopefully you'll like that novel too. :) ] Hey readers! I started a discord server for my readers. I made it in hopes of eventually having some fan art and community building. Join by copying on the link below! https://discord.gg/kYJwW6AB3C My support page on ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/golddragonmachina Patreon Page https://patreon.com/GoldDragonMachina?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

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Getting it(R-18), Getting Venamis

I set the next month aside to train Arla in combat, and in the Force.

Now that her body was broken in, and she had gotten familiar with her abilities. I decided ot was time to take the next step. Hence, I summoned her to my room where I waited.

I traded in my armor for a comfortable robe and awaited my wife. Still a little odd I have one now, but I'll get used to it. As I wait, I think about traditional reproductive culture for the Yautja. There isn't really such a thing as marriage. They're are only mating seasons where the females take their pick. I am sort of breaking tradition here, but it's fine. I keep my children beholden to it though. I'm a special case. At this point, I'm as strong as a Yautja King. I'm just missing the thousand years of experience.

I hear the door open and Arla walks in. She instantly understands the situation as she gains a grin. She says with a bit of hunger in her voice, "About time you've made a move. You have no idea how pent up I got over this past month."

I laugh, "I have actually noticed it. Then wasn't the time to address it though. Now, however is the time."

I then stand up ,take off my robe, and tease a little, "You talk of your eagerness, yet you're still wearing clothes."

Arla smirks and starts to strip off her clothing as she moves closer to me.


(Sex scene will be a "short" standalone chapter. As it was decided early on this will the case. If you're interested in it Go read it. If not, you can skip it.)

(Know what, nevermind, fuck it, I ain't splitting it. Suck my Cock Bone.)


(R-18 Start)

Arla didn't rush and put a sway into her hips as she approached me. As I mentioned before, the carpet matches the drapes. It was also a finely groomed and small carpet too.

When we were a breath away from each other, Arla reaches down. She smiles, "Wow, it feels like a big boy."

I suggest mischievously, "Why don't you take a look."

Arla then looks down and goes wide-eyed. She comments, "I know we're both on the bigger side of beings, but wow. I don't think that is a normal proportion of cock size."

I chuckle, "Yes, I am happy to say I am a bit more well-endowed than a normal Yautja. A byproduct of my unique way of coming into existence."

She then asks with curiosity, "Do you happen to know...its actual size?"

I nod and say lowly to her, "50 cm, not too bad for being 2.74 meters tall." I then grab her with one arm by wrapping around her back. I bring her close and against me, with my sky-piercing tool now against her stomach."

(Note: It is theorized that Yautja mandibles are used to "kiss" which each other. Instead of locking lips they don't have, they lock mandibles. So there you go.)

I then lean in and carefully caress Arla's mouth with my mandibles. The equivalent of a kiss for a Yautja. Arla is panicking a little as she is unsure on what to do. As she does want to do something, but little idea on what. She then make s a decision and starts to lick the insides of my mandibles. It cute, haha.

She was awkward at first, but soon got better into it once she was sure I wasn't resistant to it. I did like the feeling actually. A good comparison would be a dog getting scratched behind the ears. It was that sort of nice feeling.

Arla then brought down her two hands to service me. Not to be one upped, I took my clawed hand and carefully stimulated her clit with a sharp finger. Her little jolts told me she liked it.

After a moment of that, I brought her down on the side of the bed. I used my hand to play more with her pussy. We spent around 5 minutes continuing the foreplay on the bed. We had both become sensitive by this time.

I say with a growl behind my voice, "I'm going to begin now. I will go slow at first, prepare yourself."

I lowered my hip to position itself on a collision course with her pussy. I was going to guide dick, which was throbbing thanks to Arla, into her myself. However, Arla reached out to it, wanting to guide it herself. I mimicked a smile with my mandibles and let her guide my cock into her, herself. I moved into her at a speed she set with the pulling of her hand.

It was smooth to enter her, as she was wet. Her hymen was already broken from various extreme physical activities, so it wasn't a problem either. As an 8ft giant, Arla could fit in 30 cm and still be fine. That is when she stopped pulling me in though. She says to me a little shaky, "Dang, it seems 30 cm is as much as I can do for now. Also, did I ever mention I'm a virgin, so this is kind of crazy to me right now."

I laugh, "Once we get moving for a while, your vagina will conform to me. Then it'll be able to take the entire length. As for being a virgin, I knew."

She asks me, "How?"

I answer simply, "The Force. A mark is left when a woman has a man. A mark that never goes away. Using the Force, it was simply a matter of tuning my senses to know."

Arla chuckles, "The Force is indeed a pathway to many odd abilities, even detecting virgins."

I chuckle myself and say, "I'm going to be moving now."

Arla nods and readies herself.

I started softly and stepped up the speed a little after every minute. We got up to a normal speed after 5 minutes. I had fit in about 40cm now too. Arla was now panting and moaning audibly, but not loud. Another 5 minutes in missionary, and I was pounding her. All 50 cm was now inside and kissing the end of the tunnel with every thrust. Arla was now moaning loudly with heavy pants.

She was not tone to be complacent though. She even got a little wild. She would growl out, "Fuck me harder!" While at the same time, moving her hips with mine. Her legs were wrapped around my waist and holding on to me with her arms.

She was constantly trying to make me thrust deeper and harder. She awakened her inner nymph and combined it with warrior persona. We we're battling each other in way. Who will make the other tire first?

At timestamp, 12 minutes, I busted inside her. Her body shuddered for a moment, she had orgasmed all over me and the sheets. She quickly recovered and gave me a fighting look. She wasn't done yet.

Neither am I. I hugged her closely against my chest and laid on top of her. Supporting my weight with my elbows. I then continued to pound her against the bed as I hugged her closer. I even got faster. I busted in her again and she let out a small yelp.

I then decided to buff myself a little with the Force. I continued on, and Arla still had a death grip on my waist with her legs.

It took an hour of closely knit rough sex before Arla let out a final little scream from another deep creampie. Her legs finally loosened, and let go of their hold one me. I stop hugging her and pull myself up a little. Arla's eyes are a little rolled up and there is some saliva at the corners of her mouth. A mouth that had a satisfied grin on it.

I praise, "You certainly showed your mettle Arla."

Arla regains her senses and recovers from the euphoria. She says back, "Of course I had to fight back. I was being attacked by a strong opponent, hehe."

Thus ended our consummation, and began the first new life.


(hoped you liked ye horny bastards, haha.)


I left Arla in my room to sleep. I still had a Sith to capture.

I contacted the android monitoring him. The android answers my communication, "Hello Sir, how may I be off service?"

I order, "Use a some sleeping gas on Venamis. The no-odor, non-visible kind. Then have him sedated and dropped into the completed game reserve on Typhon. Unless you have reason to believe you can't do it?"

The android responds, "It can be done Sir, it will be done."

"Good...", I then close the comm.

I make preparations for the hunt. I check equipment, reserve status, and on the hellhounds.

I wait until Arla awakes to leave. She wishes me luck, "Good luck Bido, don't die on me. I won't complain, but raising one of you by myself would be something I want to avoid."

I assure her, "No worries, that won't come to pass. I'll be back with his head and lightsaber."

I then take my hellhounds and leave Myrkr for Typhon.


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