Tracer and Emily and... (Overwatch)

“Mwah!” Tracer smooched Emily on the cheek, gently planting soft pink lips against her skin and making an exaggerated kissing noise as she pulled away. The Overwatch heroine held her girlfriend in her arms like a chivalrous knight courting a princess.

“I brought dinner too darling, the new place down the road. Couldn’t I have another?” Emily teased, pretending to pout as Lena rolled her eyes and leaned in to repeat the kiss, much like the first.

“Mwah!” The two girls giggled as they swayed and danced through the kitchen of their apartment, nuzzling their adorable faces against each other, knowing that their partner was the only one that mattered right now. Emily smiled as Tracer brushed away an errant strand of red hair away from her face, a cute, lustful expression was spelled across it. “Oh, how could I eeever repay you?” Her frisky hands slipped lower, dexterous devious fingers groping at Emily’s flat stomach, then reaching around to caress the soft skin of her back.

“Ah! Lena, l-let’s eat first, I baked your favorite dessert too! A custard cake-

“Yeah, a cream pie!” Tracer cheered while squeezing her girlfriend in a tight hug, her excited brown eyes lighting up with adoration and painfully innocent to the very end, “This is the best night ever Emily, love ya!”

Later . . .

Lena had made it all the way to their bed this time, the same one that the sapphic lovers intimately shared on most nights… but not tonight. Today was a special day, one that seemed to be getting much more frequent: Emily would bombard her partner with love, setup a delicious dinner date and serve Tracer’s favorite dessert, a lovely custard cake laced with sleeping ****. The lesbian Overwatch heroine wanted nothing more than to repay her girlfriend with a sexy, fun night of romance, but despite her best efforts to resist the sudden drowsiness, it always ended the same: with Lena completely ****, her cute face gently snoring and blissfully unaware and the entire bed nosily shaking as she was brutally **** by a man she never met.

Emily had developed a sickening, awful fetish that she simply could not shake, an addiction, really. While she loved her girlfriend to bits, she loved seeing men roughly fuck Lena's **** sleeping body even more. It was a naughty daydream that more often than not left the young red-haired woman sopping wet and practically drooling in public. On a few public outings, she and Lena were **** to sneak away to a private place for some quick, giggling, silly lesbian sex, even as Emily vividly imagined fat, thick cocks pounding into her lover’s defenseless pussy.

It was truly despicable and Emily was guilt-ridden, obviously knowing what she was doing was terribly, terribly, wrong. Tracer spent her life doing good, risking her life to fight evil to save the innocent and she was rewarded with **** in her own home where she felt the safest, arranged by her affectionate girlfriend whom she trusted the most… and yet, Emily couldn’t stop.

She eyed her phone on the kitchen counter, nervously biting her lip and brushing back and forth, already dizzy with how horny she was. The young woman always asked herself, could she really do this again?

Tonight was one of those nights.

Emily pulled up her contacts list and searched for him: John. This quiet, seemingly average guy that lived a few streets away. She had first noticed him openly ogling Lena when they were getting coffee and her girlfriend commented on how disgusting his behavior was for openly staring at her body just because she was wearing a bit of a skimpier outfit. So what if she showed a bit of skin in public? Shove off creep! Emily quietly nodded her head in agreement, but secretly her heart throbbed in anticipation. She quickly excused herself to find a restroom and instead found the man and asked for his phone number.

They later met up in a pub to discuss the plan: Emily would **** Tracer’s food, invite John in, and she would sit back and watch her girlfriend be **** in her sleep. It was appallingly easy for the man to agree, perhaps more shocking that he was willing to risk a trap or **** of some sort for a chance to have sex with Lena… but perhaps not.

Emily was keeping busy with cleaning dishes when the doorbell rang, noting that John had made his way here in under twenty minutes. She sighed and grimaced as he sauntered in, a wide, goofy confident grin on his face.

“She’s over here.” Emily muttered, motioning towards Lena in their bedroom. The heroine’s chest was slowly rising and falling, her cheek twitching as she happily slept. Aww! I wonder what she’s dreaming about? Emily thought to herself, unable to suppress smiling at how cute her girlfriend was. “You can start undressing her, but don’t start until I get back.”

“Yeah, sure.” John replied, one lecherous hand already latching onto Tracer’s small tits through her shirt while the other stroked her stomach and began lifting up the clothing. Emily swallowed heavily as she walked away, that gnawing guilt was already clouding her mind along with the haze of lust. She returned to the sink in the kitchen, her way of mindless edging to build up her depraved orgasm. A total stranger, a man, was groping and molesting her girlfriend’s defenseless body and she was here washes dishes!

Over the running water and scrubbing, Emily could hear movement and the bed shifting, John was probably stripping off Lena’s pants and underwear now... A shudder ran down her back as she considered what Tracer would say if she ever found out? They would cry together, her girlfriend would demand to know why, and Emily would helplessly admit that she orchestrated Lena’s **** so that she could masturbate to a perverted fantasy that should have never become a reality.

The thought dwelled in her mind while finishing up and as if in a trace, she began pulling off her own clothes while walking towards the bedroom. They fell uselessly to the floor, her soaked panties were the last, until she was completely and utterly naked. When she got to the bedroom, she learned that she wasn’t the only one: John had disrobed, his hard cock waving in the air as he licked and touched Lena’s nude body. Emily breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had not missed the main event.