Reposted by Jeremy Crawford
Through velvet skies the Warlock raced,
bearded beast in leather laced,
pulsing broom between his thighs,
Huff and Lube dripping with delight.
He roared with filthy greed:
“Drop your breeches, boys, and squeal,
I’ll fuck the stars right out of you,
my lusty brothers, one by two!”
