#renbrina

(A blend of Yenfri and rival Yenbrina, with the rarest ship of all, Renbrina. Aside from Geralt + Jaskier + Yennefer poly ship, it feels like Yennefer + Sabrina + Renfri would be so interesting.) Thank you as always for your time, your writing as always wonderful to read 💕

Oh I'm always happy to mix sapphic content and I always have room for more ships! And thank you for your kind words 💕

Warnings: brief mention of nudity, implied sexual content

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"My, my. What a lucky night I'm having."

That voice, silky soft with a hint of dangerous venom, made Renfri turn around with a questioning look. She came face to face with a short, blonde woman in a dress so deeply cut-out, Renfri's eyes involuntary fell on her cleavage. The woman gave her a smirk, pushing her chest out even more.

"And you are?" Renfri asked, looking up at the woman's face. Her lips twitched, clearly offended that Renfri didn't know who she was.

"Sabrina Glevissig," she introduced herself, delicately holding out her hand. She obviously expected Renfri to give it a kiss. It made Renfri chuckle softly. She had enough of the courtly manners for a lifetime.

She shook Sabrina's hand, ignoring her offended little huff.

"I'm Renfri," she replied simply. Sabrina stepped closer to her, pushing herself into her personal space. Renfri caught a whiff of her sweet and spicy perfume.

The world suddenly turned blurry before her, as if she were in a dream. She saw Sabrina before her, but not like how she was at the ball, no: she was stark naked, giving Renfri the most seductive look.

"Well, what do you say, Renfri," Sabrina's voice echoed in her head, "would you like to get a taste?"

Renfri caught Sabrina's hand that was now resting on her shoulder, and the illusion faded away.

"Not sure I'm in the mood for poison tonight," Renfri replied with a smug grin. "I know your kind. You believe you can have me for dinner, but the thing is," she leaned in close, watching with glee as Sabrina's eyes sparked with interest, "I'm not an easy prey."

"She most definitely isn't," came a voice from behind Sabrina. Renfri pulled back with a grin as Yennefer approached them. Her sparkly black dress hugged her perfect curves, moving so majestically as she approached them. She sidled up to Renfri's side, taking possessive hold of her arm.

"I see you're still trying to pick apples from someone else's basket," Yennefer mused, giving Sabrina an icy glare. "You're way too predictable, dear."

"And I see you still refuse to share," Sabrina huffed, but her lips twitched into a smirk all the same. "Too bad. I could show your lovely companion a good time."

"How trashy," Yennefer grinned. She ran a hand up Renfri's spine, her fingers dancing across the thin material of her linen shirt. It made Renfri shiver with anticipation.

"Like you're the beacon of class," Sabrina laughed. Her eyes traveled over Yennefer's body shamelessly, and she licked her lips.

As Renfri watched this strange game between them unfold, she found herself growing intrigued. There was a passion burning between Yennefer and Sabrina, an unashamed desire only fueled by their rivalry.

"Or," Sabrina continued, reaching out her hands, one of them landing back on Renfri's shoulder, the other skimming Yennefer's waist, "we could see who enchants this lovely lady the most. And then, we can share a lovely night together. For good old times sake."

"Well, ladies, I'm learning more and more about you," Renfri grinned, giving Yennefer an eyebrow raise. She just shrugged innocently.

"I believe there's enough of me to share. And I think none of you would back down from a challenge."

"Certainly not," Yennefer breathed, giving Sabrina another heated look.

"Should we find a more private place, then?" Sabrina grinned, already flitting away.

Renfri held her arm out for Yennefer to take, grinning as Yennefer grabbed her passionately.