Round 3

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Welcome to the BBC The Musketeers kink meme

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non-con/dub-con
abuse (physical and mental)
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character death
suicide
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Free For All Round 1
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Comments

Fill More than blood 36

[(Anonymous)]

There was a dull pain in his lower back, and a deep clenching pain in his belly, along with a wettness between his thighs where blood flowed from his womb shedding it`s lining.

Struggling to shake off the fog of sleep, d`Artagnan opened his eyes groaning at the pain he felt inside his aching body.
Slowly he lifted his stiff arms to stroke his belly expecting to feel the great swollen mound of his babies, instead he felt the sunken remains of a pregnancy bound by bandages and the sharp pull of his stitches.

With a sharp surge of pain he sat up nearly fainting for the pain that sliced through him at the sudden movement, his hands clutching his middle in fright at where the babies were, however he felt a relief filling him when he saw the crib in which the babies lay, a sleeping and very tired looking Aramis beside them in the rocker, his shirt undone done the front exposing his swollen breasts and reddened nipples from where he`d been feeding the babies.

Too eager to see the Triplets to care about what had happened, d`Artagnan threw back the covers and forced himself to his feet going over to the crib his eyes filling with tears and a soft sob of joy escaping his lips as he feasted his eyes on his offspring,
"My babies" he whispered reaching out with shaking hands and lifting Chantelle into his arms making her whimper slightly until she was nestled into his arms her head by his breast over his heart
"Feeding time already!?" came Aramis sleepy voice, however he shot to his feet with a cry of joy when he saw d`Artagnan on his feet and holding Chantelle!
"D`Art!, oh my God! we were so worried!, we thought.........oh hell never mind what we thought!, are you alright?, how are you feeling?, should`nt you be resting?, get back on the bed!, you need to conserve your strength!" Aramis cried all in one breath!
"Mis slow down!, I`m fine!" d`Artagnan said trying to resist Aramis`s anxious hands pushing him towards the bed "Mis!, what happened?, I can`t remember anything since I went into labour",
Aramis sighed, wondering how he was going to explain everything that had happened in the past five days.

"Athos you are not ready for duty!" Porthos cried hurrying to follow the Musketeer who had risen today detirmind to return to duty despite his aching body and need to be with his pack
"Athos for God sake!"
"Go home Porthos" Athos said in an empty cold tone that he had not used since they had defeated Milady "Mis and the........babies need you", he all but spat out the word babies, as if it sickened him
"They need you too!" Porthos protested grabbing Athos shoulder and stoping his walk through the streets "You can`t go on like this, you have to make peace with yourself and with the babies"
"The babies!" Athos all but exploded, before catching himself and swollowing down his anger "If it wer`nt for them, Aramis would not have suffered a nervous break down!, d`Artagnan would not be fighting for his life!, and I would`nt be dealing with multipul injuries!" he spat heatedly "They`ve brought nothing but misery since they were conceived!, it would be better that they never had been, that they had`nt been born!".

Porthos stepped back as if he`d been struck, horror on his face at Athos words "You don`t mean that" he whispered
"I do" Athos growled "I want them gone!, for good!, because if they don`t go, then I will!".

Porthos was unable to do anything but step back and watch as Athos stormed off through the streets, his head realing with Athos words, what the hell were they going to do now?, if Athos would`nt accept the babies?, if d`Art did`nt recover?, what would they do to keep their family together?.