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So I finished the Accidentally Super Horny f/f Keira/Yennefer fic, which turned out not to be so irredeemably Horny after all once I got over my excessive musings about Keira’s Magic Tits.

So that’s up now, and it’s 7k long and all about strap-ons but there’s some unexpected gender fuckery to go along with that. It’s Yennefer’s POV, and she’s not super introspective about this sort of thing, but Keira’s working through some stuff here. So do heed warnings if that’s a thing that’s super sensitive for you, I attempted to explain it some more in the notes. Also: I did not tag for infidelity, because all of this is

Aretuza Craftsmanship, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/26367553. 7100 words, rated E for Extremely A Lot of hardcore lesbian sex and some really gratuitous silliness about tits. I really wanted to title it something facetious about boobies but I restrained myself.

For the record body-safe stone dildoes do exist, btw, I looked it up. No I don’t own one.

Yennefer smiled. “That was my point, actually,” she said. “If he hadn’t wanted to, and you didn’t force him, then it’s really up to him. I’m not angry with you.”

“I can still regret it,” Keira said loftily.

“Don’t,” Yennefer said, relenting; it wasn’t worth trying to hold this over her, not now, not like this. “He did nothing wrong either. We have an agreement and he’s supposed to avoid any of my particular rivals, but you weren’t expressly on that list and you weren’t doing it just to get in a swipe at me. To be fair to him, I don’t think he’d have done it if he thought you were, he’s pretty good about that.”

Not as good as he should be; he consistently undervalued himself and forgot that he mattered, at all, and in so doing devalued Yennefer by association, but that was not something to get into now. That was none of Keira’s business.

“Of course he showed you a good time,” Yennefer said.

“He was perfectly considerate,” Keira said. “It was very pleasant.” Yennefer was going to have to relate that one to Geralt; if ever someone had been damned by faint praise, it was now. Very pleasant, Geralt; she could already see his expression.

“And then you spelled him unconscious,” Yennefer said.