Much to her shame...

Now that her Uncle Vernon was no longer holding her, it would've been easy to dart forwards and grab her wand off of the nightstand next to her bed. But when Harry felt her Uncle withdraw his finger from her asshole, all she could think about was the profound sense of emptiness coming from her hole. She found herself missing the foreign sensation of Uncle Vernon's finger and craved the return of his tongue.

'Besides...who's to say that I'll even make it to my wand? I've seen Vernon and Dudley move faster than Pro Quidditch players when there was only one slice of cake left.' thought Harry as she chanced a glance over her shoulder back at her uncle.

The fat bastard had an ugly leer on his face and a grin that widened when he caught Harry's eyes. There was obviously lust colouring her uncle's gaze, but there was also a sense of smug victory there as well. Uncle Vernon already knew what Harry's decision was going to be and Harry didn't know how to describe the fluttering sensation in her chest when she made that connection. Feeling a blush creep across her face, Harry averted her eyes and looked towards the headboard as she started to speak.

"P-Please...M-Master." implored Harry in a high and tremulous voice as she spread her butt cheeks apart.

"Please...what? Go on, slut. Don't be shy!" mockingly encouraged Uncle Vernon.

Harry swallowed nervously, her mouth felt so dry all of a sudden. But the lust that had been building up within Harry had already reached a crescendo and caused her next words to start out as a whisper once more and finish in a half-shout:

"Please...f-fuck my ass, Master!"

Uncle Vernon didn't respond with any words, only action. The bed creaked and shifted as her uncle clambered on top of it and Harry felt one of his hands place itself on her back and push her down further into the sheets with her ass still sticking up into the air. Harry gasped a little when she felt something much larger than a finger poke at her virgin rosebud and she tensed in anticipation for what was to come.

"Relax. It'll hurt worse if you don't." advised her uncle gruffly. Much to Harry's shock, he actually let her take the time to take in a few deep breaths before doing anything else.

"O-Okay." stammered Harry before she made a request in a small voice, "Please go slow..."

Uncle Vernon snorted. "I'll only go slow at the start. Can't make you a proper fuckhole if I'm not pounding you after all."

Harry shivered at that declaration and this time she couldn't lie to herself that she wasn't excited.

SMACK!

"Ah~n!"

"Fucking slut." chortled Uncle Vernon as he spanked her again.

And then he started to push his cock forward.

"_Mmm..._I-It's too big...!" whined Harry, though she was unable to squirm as her uncle kept a firm grip on her.

"Tip's the worst part. You'll get through it and I'm sure you'll love it like my bitchy sister-in-law eventually did." explained her Uncle nonchalantly. He chuckled, "That red hair of yours and this view? Sure takes me back..."

"Wait, what?!" Shocked at that sudden revelation, any remaining tension in her body was suddenly released and caused the first inch or so of her uncle's cock to suddenly pop forward past a barrier and penetrate her ass.