Morning Fuck.

Draco's eyes snapped open, and he looked at her with a mix of shock and lust. "You little...," he began, but his words trailed off as she climbed on top of him again, her pussy already slick with desire.

Ginny lowered herself onto him, taking his still-hard cock deep inside her. Draco's eyes rolled back, and he let out a low groan. "Bloody hell, Weasley," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.

"Fuck me Malfoy."

Ginny began to ride him again, her movements slow and deliberate, teasing him with every inch. Draco's eyes were glued to the sight of her breasts bouncing with every bounce of her hips. He felt the familiar tension building in his groin, and knew he wouldn't last long.

"Fuck...why did Potter break up with you? You're a born cock rider."

The words left his mouth before he could stop them, and Ginny's eyes narrowed, the playfulness in them turning to a fiery determination. She increased her pace, her movements more aggressive.

"You think I'm just some slut to ride your cock?" she spat, her hips moving with a newfound anger. "You think I'm here for your pleasure?"

"You are right now." He grinned grabbing her tits.

The words were like a match to kindling, igniting a fire within Ginny that she hadn't known was there. She grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the ground beside his head, her eyes flashing with challenge. "You want to treat me like a whore?" she growled, her hips moving faster.

"I think you do." Draco challenged.

With a snarl, Ginny increased her tempo, her pussy clenching around him. Draco's smirk grew as he felt the beginnings of another climax approaching, the heat of her anger adding to his own pleasure. But as the magic in the air grew stronger, it began to affect them in a way they hadn't anticipated.

Their bodies seemed to respond to each other on a deeper level, their movements growing more primal and less controlled. Ginny felt a strange tingling in her core, as if the very essence of the island was pulsing through her veins, driving her to take him harder, faster. Draco's eyes took on a wild look, his hips bucking up to meet hers with an almost feral intensity.

As she ground herself against him, the friction of their skin grew more intense, setting every nerve ending alight. The magic of the island swirled around them, a silent spectator to their passion, feeding off their desire and amplifying it until it was all-consuming. Ginny could feel it in the air, thick and heady, making her dizzy with need.

Her eyes searched Draco's face, looking for any sign of regret or disgust, but all she saw was hunger. The same hunger that was mirrored in her own gaze. They were no longer just two rivals stuck on an island; they were two animals caught in the throes of a mating dance as ancient as time itself.

Ginny leaned down and kissed him hard, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip. Draco's arms flexed against the ground, his body straining to break free from her hold, but she was stronger than he anticipated. The power surged through her, a wild, untamed **** that she had never felt before.

"You're mine now Weasley." Draco sucked her neck as she rode him.

Ginny felt a strange thrill at his words, a mix of anger and excitement. She knew she had to keep her guard up, but the primal instincts stirring within her were difficult to ignore. The magic of the island was like a siren's call, urging them to give in to their most primal urges.

Their kiss grew more frenzied, their tongues dueling as their bodies moved in perfect sync. Ginny felt Draco's hands move from the ground to her hips, gripping her firmly as he thrust up into her. The sensation was overwhelming, the magic heightening every touch, every sensation until she was lost in a whirlwind of passion.

Their movements grew erratic, their breaths mingling in harsh pants as the pressure built between them. Ginny could feel Draco's muscles tense beneath her, his body coiled like a spring ready to release. She knew he was close, and she reveled in the power she had over him.

With a final, **** thrust, Draco's hips bucked, and he came inside her, filling her with his hot seed. Ginny felt her own orgasm crash over her, her nails digging into his skin as she held on, her body shaking with the **** of it. The magic in the air grew even more intense, the fire behind them crackling and popping like fireworks.

As they lay there, gasping for breath, the reality of their situation began to set in. They were still stranded on this island, their clothes and dignity lost, and their bodies now forever entangled in a way that was more than just physical. Ginny rolled off of Draco, feeling the loss of his warmth immediately.

A) Start the Day

B) Another round

C) Awkward Talk

D) Add.