Waits and watches

Hunter slid back into the shadows, seeming to instinctively know when he was hidden from the approaching runner. His senses seemed to tingle, his nose twitching and his ears pricked as he waited.

The footsteps were nearer, and now he could hear the easy breathing of a trained runner. They were very close now, he could see the dim shape moving in the darkness, but couldn't make out more than that.

The runner stepped into a pool of light cast by the moon through the trees and Hunter finally got a good look at them.

A young woman. Blonde and dressed in spandex running gear, her body sleek and sexy. Moving with fluid, easy grace as she passed his hiding spot, leaving the trace aromas of her perspiration and some kind of citrus scent.

Hunter watched her body, her breasts bouncing only slightly, encased in a tight sports bra. He felt a growing heat in his cock, felt it slide part way out of it's furry sheath, felt a burning desire to take this woman.

Take her and claim her as his bitch.

His bitch by right of conquest.