Princes in Exile

Hey all! I am so glad you're enjoying the read. Have had problems with the computer, so I'm writing everything out by hand, and typing up, but dayam, it's taking time, even with a fast typing speed!

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Thanks for the wonderful reviews, and Sampdora, you are getting close to how things are heading, so ssshhhh!

Marti

Damn, for readers whom I adore most lovingly, I'm having an issue with Chapter 6. It was done, then when I went to the computer this morning, it was gone but for the first three paragraphs. My guess is one of the kids decided to help Mom 'edit'. I really must thank them...*rolls eyes* So, going to start over because although written out longhand, I'd done extensive rewriting while typing it on computer. So, I'm sorry if the next two chapters are later. Please forgive me :).... I'm also in the middle of writing the assualt scene as a Pensieve or flashback moment and it's mentally draining.

Thanks for understanding everyone

Marti

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An hour later, the story finally fully told, Toby wiped his precious daughter’s eyes and gazed into them.

“Daddy?” His heart fluttered: she wasn’t going to hate him immediately.

“Yes?”

“I’m glad you killed him. He hurt Mom.” Fiercely, she snarled the words.

“I should have let the Aurors—Wizard police—handle it, love. I had killed enough during the war; I even killed my best friend on his orders to hasten the end of the war.”

“But, he hurt Mom,” Jenna said it again, her eyes flashing in empathic anger. A rush of love went through him for his child of his heart.

“Personally, I agree with Jennifer,” Mina added blandly. Toby shot her a look, but her hand stroking his whisker covered cheek calmed him.

“His family wants to meet me?” Jennifer brought them back to the current issue. The Weasley were going to try and meet their daughter.

“Yes. He had two older brothers, one of whom married before your father and I did, and three younger brothers and a sister. I’m sure some of them must have procreated by now, so there are probably cousins, too.” Mina stuttered over some of. She hadn’t spoken of the Weasleys since before they ran from Britain.”

“Heaven help Hogwarts,” Jenna heard her father mutter. The young girl sat silent as she wondered about everything her mother and father had told her. It was a lot for an eleven year old girl to take in. Knowing her father wasn’t blood related didn’t bother her a bit: it was no different from sperm donors. It bothered her that her mother was attacked and her attacker’s family wanted a relationship with her, like it wouldn’t tear her family apart.

“I think I’d like to see Hogwarts, visit it before deciding on attending. I’m not sure about the Weasleys, though. I need more time, more information.”

Smiling at her daughter, Mina hugged her while looking into her husband’s dark eyes. She was proud of her eldest daughter, so like her.

Jenna yawned and blinked her eyes hard. It was close to eleven p.m., far later than she was used to staying up. Her eyes felt gritty and heavy.

“Go on to bed, love. Sometime this weekend we’ll spend the day at Hogwarts. And, yes, everyone will be going.” He shouldn’t have been so amazed at her maturity; she was her mother’s daughter, of course. Mina gave her daughter a last hug, and then moved into her husband’s waiting arms. They cuddled in the quiet night.

“It went better than I thought it would.”

“I never wanted it to happen at all. She’s my daughter, and I won’t have the Weasleys telling her stories of how that bastard was before his attack. My daughter.” The voice that had given her goose bumps during Potions lessons gave them again with the ferocity he exuded.

“She adores you, Toby.”

“This is going to drive a wedge between all of us. She’ll be looking for differences between herself and her sisters now. Someday, we’ll argue and she will say I’m not her father.” He hugged his wife tighter, telling her how uncertain he felt about their future.

“But, it won’t last long, Toby, my love. Take me to bed, my Prince.” Mina smiled, drawing him down for a deep passionate kiss in the hopes of distracting the older man. He grinned back at her, allowing her to change the unsavory subject.

“My pleasure, wife.” He pulled her tighter to him and Disapparated with her, appearing a moment later at the foot of their bed, still embracing tightly.

“I loved you as Severus Snape, and I love you as Tobias Prince.” She wiped a tear from his cheek, awed by such a display of emotion from the man she’d only seen cry a handful of times; at the births of his children and when he held her bruised and broken body after Percy Weasley’s attack.


“My wife, mother of my children, keeper of my black heart, I love you.” Toby undressed her slowly as he drew her down to the bed. He kissed her lightly, alternating between passion and teasing while revealing more and more of her body. She had born five children, given birth four times, and her body had changed to show that, but she was always beautiful in his eyes. He knew he was nothing special to look at, with all the scars on his body, thanks to the Dark Lord. But Mina made him feel like the only man on the planet when she gazed at him with such lust-filled eyes.

Her breasts still heavy from nursing the twins until only a year ago, Toby weighed them in his hands, his thumbs stroking over the taut nipples. He bent down and kissed each of them gently, then drawing one into his mouth to suckle hard, biting down softly, and then soothing the aching flesh with short passes of his tongue.

Moaning, Mina sank her fingers into his thick salt and pepper hair, pulling him closer while wrapping her legs around his hips. He laughed huskily against her breast, one hand roaming down her stomach, feeling the ripples from stretch marks, her badges of motherhood she wore so proudly. It had taken him a long time to get her to realize he loved her still as much as he had when they’d first married, when her body had been untouched by motherhood and aging.

“I love you,” he whispered raggedly against her flesh, kissing his way from one red and swollen nipple to its needy companion. His fingers delved between her thighs, opening wide for him as he settled between them. Their bodies knew the dance of passion they were engaging in, knew how the other enjoyed being touched, but it didn’t take away from their need and desire.

His fingers burrowed through her pubic hair, sliding across her wet clit, her body already prepared for their lovemaking. With his tongue stroking her nipple and his fingers stroking her wet flesh in tandem, he quickly brought her to orgasm. Mina shuddered against his body, her mouth open in a silent scream of fulfillment.

She lay back against the blanket, panting, her eyes closed and a small smile gracing her lips. He let go of her breast with a wet pop and nibbled his way up her chest, sucking her pulse point on her neck, biting her chin and soothing it with quick lashes of his tongue before taking her mouth in a deep, commanding kiss.

With a second wind of energy, Mina opened her eyes and gripped Toby’s shoulders, pushing him backward until he lay prone on the bed, her body draped over his. His fingers had left her cleft, but now they moved to cup her ass as she slithered over him to straddle his hips, her hands skimming down his body to ultimately cup his manhood, her fingers wrapping around him and stroking him firmly.

Lifting up slightly, Mina helped Toby slide inside her familiar heat, taking him in all the way until she rested on his hips, panting. She squeezed him with her vaginal muscles and laughed huskily as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Wench! Ride me, before I roll you over and fuck you into the mattress, woman,” he growled, thrusting his hips up off the bed, entering her just a little bit deeper. Mina moaned and raised herself up slightly then came back down, sliding down his cock, coating him with their combined juices.

His hands on her hips guided her although she needed no guidance; his fingers tightening as she rode him quietly, leaning down to moan loudly into his mouth with a kiss. Neither wanted to wake one of the children and be interrupted in their lovemaking.

Their thrust and counterthrust became their dance, Toby’s hands roaming her sweat slick body, one burrowing between her legs to tease her clit and make her lose control, the other squeezing her ass as she began to slam down onto him, her knees wobbling in their weakness.

“Oh, God! Toby!” Mina yelled through gritted teeth, as her pussy tightened around his cock. She ground down on him, her head thrust back, her back arched and pushing her breasts out.

Toby watched a bead of sweat roll down her neck between her breasts to belly button where it disappeared inside. He watched his wife orgasm above him, gritting his own teeth to keep from yelling out his own pleasure as he felt the lightning ride up his spine, the pleasure mount while his balls drew up and hardened before releasing himself deep inside her body. Unable to stand the intensity, he arched up, his eyes closing while his fingers brought Mina to another smaller orgasm. He felt her shudder above him, then collapse atop his chest.

Both lay there, panting in the summer air, taking in deep breaths of air while cuddling together familiarly. Finally, Mina slid off his chest, his softened penis sliding out of her wetly as she moved to lie next to him, one of his arms wrapped around her shoulder. He turned slightly and kissed her forehead lightly.

“Everything will turn out alright, love. I won’t let anyone harm our family.”

“I hope so, Toby. I love you so much.”

“And I you.” He laughed slightly when she yawned into his armpit. “Come, let’s sleep before the little terrors wake us.”

“You’re right. No blankets, too hot,” she mumbled sleepily. Toby smiled and kept them uncovered for the night, at least until he woke later to check on the children, then he would cover his wife with a linen sheet.


END chapter 4