Mating Press.

The sound of the water rushing by them was a gentle lullaby, muffling their gasps and moans. The scent of the magical plants grew stronger, their intoxicating perfume wrapping around them like a seductive embrace. It was as if the island itself was egging them on, whispering dark desires into their ears that they couldn't ignore.

Ginny felt him stop then his cock pressed against her entrance. The anticipation was unbearable. She spread her legs wider, her body aching for him to fill her up. With one smooth thrust, he entered her, and she gasped at the sensation. He was so much larger than she had ever felt before, and the combination of the magical arousal and his size was almost too much to handle.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, driven by the primal urges the island had amplified. Draco's eyes bore into hers, and she could see the same desperation reflected in his gaze. They were no longer just enemies turned allies; they were animals in heat, bound by a **** neither could resist.

"Youre my slut now Weasley."

The words slipped from Draco's mouth, a harsh whisper that seemed to resonate through the dense foliage surrounding them. Ginny's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of anger and arousal flaring in her chest. The malicious joy in his tone was unmistakable, a reminder of the years of rivalry that had colored their every interaction. But here, in this wild, enchanted place, their feud had transformed into a game of dominance and submission, a dance of desire that neither could deny.

He began to move within her, his hips rocking in a steady, punishing rhythm that had her gripping the moss beneath her. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible to think of anything but the exquisite friction of their skin and the feel of him claiming her. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment, until she was sure she would shatter beneath him.

Ginny could feel the muscles in Draco's back tense and release as he drove into her, his grip on her hips almost bruising as he held her in place. His eyes never left hers, the smug satisfaction in their depths fueling her own passion. She hated that he could do this to her, that he could make her want him so badly, but she couldn't deny the power he wielded over her in that moment.

"Youre.... fuck don't stop." She moaned.

Their hips collided with the rhythm of the jungle drums. Ginny's nails dug into Draco's back, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out her pleasure. The magic in the air was like a living entity, caressing their skin, urging them on to reach the peak of their desires. The tension grew unbearable, their breaths mingling in harsh pants as the world around them faded into the background.

Suddenly, Draco stopped, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Look at me, Ginny," he said, his eyes glinting with challenge. Ginny obeyed, her eyes locking onto his. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Beg for it," he whispered. "Beg me to make you come."

The words sent a thrill through her, a dark spark that ignited her anger and her lust. "Please," she gritted out, her voice thick with defiance and need. "Please, Draco, fuck me until I can't think straight."

He smirked, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a way that made her want to both slap him and kiss him. But before she could act on either impulse, he began to move again, his strokes long and deep, hitting that spot inside her that sent her spiraling closer to the edge. Ginny's eyes squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Their bodies moved together, a dance of passion and power, each stroke bringing Ginny closer and closer to the edge. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, a crescendo of pleasure that left her shaking and gasping for air. Draco followed, his own release a shout that was swallowed by the jungle.

For a moment, they lay there, panting and entwined, the magic of the island humming around them like an invisible lover. Ginny's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her body still quivering from the intensity of their union. Draco's weight felt both comforting and suffocating, a reminder of the strange, volatile bond that had formed between them.

As the aftershocks of their climax began to fade, reality started to seep back in. The coldness of the earth beneath her and the sticky heat of their intertwined limbs brought Ginny back to their precarious situation. She pushed against Draco's chest, and he rolled off her, his eyes still glazed with lust. They lay side by side, staring up at the canopy of leaves above them, their chests rising and falling in tandem.

"We're going to fuck everyday we're here aren't we?"

Ginny rolled her eyes but couldn't disagree.