Bad Moon Rising

Millie looked at her husband with concern as he gripped her hand as they walked to their apartment building. She had a lot to ask him but didn't know where to start. The events of Harvest Moon Festival still fresh in her mind.

Especially the part where Moxxie apparently saved their boss. She had only heard about that from Moxxie and Blitzo's account after the fact, but while Blitzo can lie as easily as he breathes, she caught on that Moxxie wasn't telling the whole story.

The two stepped onto a rickety elevator and Moxxie pushed a button. Millie took this moment to ask about it. "Moxxie, what-"

Moxxie quickly covered her mouth with a gentle yet stern finger. "Not a word right now. You. Me. Bed. Then we can talk."

About an hour later, Millie was on her back heavily breathing feeling a mix of exhaustion and euphoria. It was rare for Moxxie to take the lead but when he did, well, her sore yet satisfied impussy overflowing with his demon seed spoke for itself. However, she knew she shouldn't let this rush overwhelm her, she had questions he needed to answer.

Moxxie was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette. Another rare sight, though mainly because he only smoked after sex. "Okay Millie, you can ask me anything you want. I won't lie to you."

"...Mox, what happened after we got put into the cellar?"

Moxxie put the cigarette out, "It's like I told you, I went after that jackass in the cowboy duds..."

The other day was the Harvest Moon Festival, which had Stolas showcasing the Harvest Moon in the Ring of Wrath. I.M.P. had tagged along for a work-free day of fun. Lincoln and Blitzo especially had a great time at the Pain Games while Moxxie had his shit kicked in.

Hours later, Moxxie and Blitzo found themselves alone with Striker, another imp bounty hunter masquerading as a farmhand for Millie's parents in Wrath. Watch the official episode yourselves for the details on why Blitzo and Striker were grappling each other as Moxxie pointed a Carmine Crafted Blessing Tipped Rifle at Striker.

Striker's angry sneer turned into a twisted smile, "Now hold on boy, I just got a good idea. You can take that Angelic Arm you have, and you can put a bolt right into that rabbit's head."

Moxxie looked from the gun to Striker, "What makes you think I'll do that? You attacked me and my wife then tried locking us in a cellar!"

Striker gave him a manic grin, "Oh, I know you, loverboy. You're a Pride Imp. You will do everything you can to try and show me up. You'll even do my job for me right after because you believe you can do it better. And I know you hate that sinner who took over your business more than I do."

"Wait, Pride? I thought you came from Warth?" Blitzo asked.

"I WAS LYING!' Moxxie yelled back, "It's kind of weird for an Envy Imp to want someone else to do better than them."

Striker chuckled a little, "Let's say I grew out of my basic nature. Otherwise, I wouldn't have dragged myself out of that shitty ocean. I knew there were better places, I accepted that, and I took advantage of it."

Moxxie paused for a moment, he took the rifle and readied it out the window in the direction of Lincoln.

Blitzo didn't say anything. You could argue he was focusing more on restraining Striker but that would be a lie.

Moxxie pulled the trigger. After the shot rang out, a bunch of screaming could be heard. Striker and Blitzo ran to the window to see Stolas, Lincoln, and Loona perfectly fine with Lincoln pointing at the window.

Striker snarled at Moxxie, "You missed? HOW COULD YOU MISS? IT WAS A PERFECT SHOT THREE MILES IN FRONT OF YOU!"

Moxxie coldly glared back, "I didn't miss. I just didn't shoot him. I shot the ground near him and Stolas to get his attention."

Striker grabbed Moxxie and shoved him up against the wall, "Why? I handed you the golden opportunity to get rid of him for good on a silver platter and- don't tell me you like him!"

"I don't. I did it to spite you. If I'm going to kill Lincoln for good, I'm going to do it my way or not at all. Oh, and he does know where the shot came from and he'll believe me when I tell him I interrupted your shot."

Striker looked out the window again to see Lincoln and Loona were closing in on the farmhouse. He tsked and jumped onto the windowsill, "You're in my sights now, traitors! We could've been-"

Blitzo shot Striker's shoulder with his revolver, "Shut the fuck up and die already!"

"FUCK YOU, BLITZY!" he yelled as he fled out the window and into the town.

Millie was quiet as Moxxie recounted his story.

"So...that bit with Striker missing the shot?" Millie asked.

"I lied. Again." Moxxie admitted.

Millie crawled over and wrapped her arms around her husband, "Mox...do you want to kill Lincoln?"

Moxxie put his hands over his wife's arms embracing their warmth, "...I'm still thinking about that. I mean, if I really wanted to kill him, he'd be dead and gone already. Not just by that gun Striker had too."

"Whatever happened to that gun anyway?"

"Lincoln gave it to Stolas who then destroyed it, saying it was too dangerous for us to keep."

Millie tapped her fingers a bit, "I mean, even if we didn't use it on anybody, if folks knew we had it, who's to say they wouldn't kill us to get their hands on it?"

"Exactly. See, things like that is kind of why I like having Lincoln around. Unlike Blitzo, he actually considers the consequences of our actions."

"Yeah, I was worried at first with the whole arrangement after he killed us, but I'm glad he's doing great as our boss!"

"Yeah...he's great isn't he?" The bitterness in Moxxie's voice was easy to notice.

Millie let go of Moxxie and sat on the edge with him, "Well, I didn't say that. What're you worried about, MoxMox?"

"Millie, you aren't attracted to Lincoln, are yo-"

Before he could finish asking, Moxxie was bitch-slapped by Millie.

"YOW! Hot crumbs!" Moxxie yelled.

Mille gave him a stern stare, "Sorry Moxxie but you needed some sense smacked into ya! What in Hell made you think I'd want to jump his bones?"

Moxxie rubbed his cheek and looked away a bit embarrassed, "Well, he's more violent than me, his dick is well...Octavia and Loona are obsessed with him!"

Millie grabbed him by the cheeks and forced him to look her in her beautiful fiery eyes, "Loona is a thirsty teen and Octavia is a lovestruck one. I'm a WOMAN Moxxie, a married one! To you! Do I strike you as a hussie who drops her panties for any big-dicked sweet-talker?"

Moxxie started to sweat and stammer, "Nh...no...but uh, your parents like him more!"

Millie blinked a few times, then burst out laughing, "Pffft! Ha-ha-ha! Is THAT what you're all huffy about?"

Moxxie sighed and put his hands on his knees, "He's a Sinner, Millie. No matter what I do, I'll never be able to match him. Your mom and dad 'joked' about how if he found Striker first, that asshole would've been pigsfeed and not on the run. And they're probably right."

Millie hugged him again, "Moxxie, they would say they like a hole in the ground more than you. It's just how they be. And you told them off for hiring that snake in the grass to begin with. That took a bigger pair of brass than they'd care to admit!"

Moxxie still sulked, "Sallie Mae also kept on congratulating him on winning the Pain Games. I still can't believe he was allowed to enter them!"

Millie pouted, "Well if she liked him so much, then she can fuck him."

"Millie!"

Millie's eyes went wide with realization, "Shit, with how beat up he was this morning, she probably DID."

Moxxie tapped his chin, "Isn't Sallie Mae well...you know?"

"She's my sister and I love her to death, Moxxie."

"Yeah, I know that! But did Lincoln know?" he bluntly asked.

Millie paused for a moment, then shrugged, "Well, given all that screaming he did last night, he certainly found out."

Moxxie's eyes went wide, "That was Lincoln? I thought that was several people getting murdered!"

Millie nodded and reached down below Moxxie's knees, "Now, do you want to go to bed imagining that, or would you rather do some screaming of your own?"

Moxxie smiled, "Have I told you that I love you?"

Millie kissed his cheek, "Oh, here and there, hon. I love you too."

Back at the office in Lincoln's makeshift room, the boss of I.M.P. was laying in bed, holding onto his bang-maid.

Keenie was caught a bit off guard, and finally decided to speak up, "Uh, Lincoln? Are you just gonna hold me? No sexual stuff tonight?"

Lincoln nodded, "Yeah, Millie's sister has me all fucked out."

Loona popped her head out from under the bed, "Told ya you should've bunked with me."

Lincoln groaned, "Go home, Loona."