50 shades of Sheever

Ch 1

A summer breeze drifts through the open window behind Sheever, toying with the hair trapped between her headset. The smell of Sheevers shampoo gets caught in the draft and drifts to Sing's nostrils. He can't decide which smells better, the summer air or Sheever. "Hi Sing, what are you doing here?" she asks huskily, her nordic accent thick with want. "I'm going to ravage you." replies Sing, striding towards the bed where she is seated at her computer. "Wehsing I'm still streaming, my webcam is on- we should-" Sing cuts her off with a kiss on the mouth.

Sheever's headset slides off her head, landing on her bed with a soft thump, her muffled teams complaints barely audible a midst the gentle moans from Sheever. Sing's hands go into a frenzy, touching, feeling, and pawing at her clothes and body, trying to feel her all at once. She pulls away, her eyes full of hunger.

"Sing my webcam is on, I have thousands of views watching this." Sing glances back at her monitor, pausing for a moment thoughtfully. Standing up, he turns to the computer, looks into the webcam and winks at the audience before minimizing the window.

"It's closed." he lies, sitting back down on the bed. "I'm going to be tide, and you're going to be kunkka." says Sing with a smile, their bodies entwining once more. He slides off her pink cardigan, exposing her shoulders, his touch electric on her soft skin. She lets out a quiet, stuttered sigh, sliding back into a lying position. Her tongue tastes of strawberries, and it pains him to stop, but Sing turns his attention from her mouth to her neck, her head tilting back. He kisses her neck, slowly moving lower and lower until his kisses are landing below her bellybutton. Sheever leans up, watching his every move. "I could eat an anchovy." Sing says with a crooked smile, meeting her eyes. He brings his hands to her skin tight jeans, undoing the top button, and planting a kiss in it's place.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye Sheever notices her webcam's blue 'in use' light blinking on, but she doesn't care- it only makes her want it more. She lifts her slender hips, allowing Sing to slide her jeans off, revealing thin, Lina emblazoned panties. The embroidered fire clinging around her frame. Sing holds his head close to her, as motionless as a mud golem, letting his breath fall upon her crotch, breathing in her scent.

"Wehsing...." utters Sheever, her pale European skin shining in the moonlight. Singsing remains still, gently breathing on her crotch, his face only a few centimeters from her panties. "Sing please..." bursts Sheever, more than loud enough to be picked up on her gaming mic- but still Sing just breathes on her, as patient as a Dendi looking for a Pudge gank. Sheever lets out a soft scream of frustration and pleasure and grabs his head, pushing it into her.

"Devour me!" she exclaims, her legs twitching uncontrollably. This time, sing obeys, not bothering to remove her panties, he slides them aside and begins to lick and suck faster than a Bloodseeker with yasha. Her hands paw gently at Sing's head and body, her back arching. 'This feels good. Insanely good. Even better than hitting a five man ravage.' thinks Sheever.

Soon she can't hold it in any longer, her toes curl and she lets out a cry of ecstasy, loud enough to wake the entire caster floor of the hotel, even Draksyl. She lets out a long shudder, her head spinning, she pulls sing up to her, kissing him deeply. Then, as lithe as Nova she wraps her legs around Singsing, and twists until she was straddling him, her hair cascading down and landing upon Sing's face. "You've been wanting this ever since we played together, haven't you." she says slyly, gazing down at him.

"Well..." Sing replies, the smile on his lips quickly removed with a frantic kiss from Sheever. She reaches down forcing off Sings pants, guiding him into her. Both let out moans of pleasure, their bodies sliding against one another, tiny beats of sweat glistening on their skin. Faster and faster she begins to bounce atop him, the bed-frame colliding repeatedly against the wall with dull thumps.

The sounds of passion fill the room, the stream viewers climbing, Singsing grabs Sheever's shoulders and throws her down on the bed, a long leg in each hand. She stares, unseeing up at the ceiling fan as he thrusts relentlessly. "Wehsing... Wehsing.. I'm there." "Oh Zeus!" she screams.

"Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeever."

They collapse onto the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and pleasure. They lie there for a while, the summer air drifting through the open window, cool on their exposed, wet skin. After an indeterminable amount of time Singsing finally disentangles himself, standing up in the nude, searching for his clothing. Sheever lies there, watching him quietly tracing her fingers along her long, slender legs.

"I'm still missing my shirt, have you see-" he turns to see Sheever lying there, his shirt clutched between her teeth, mischief glinting in her eyes.

Hours later, he staggers into the hotel hallway, hopping quietly across the carpet, pulling on his socks, heading for the player rooms down the hall. Half way down the hallway a door quickly opens. It's n0 tail's room. Singsing stops trying to fix his belt, combs his hair slightly and tries to play it cool, sauntering down the hall towards both his door and the recently opened one.

Fly comes staggering out of notail's room, straightening his belt. He nods at Sing. "Just borrowing a mouse." explains Fly as he passes Singsing.

"Me too." replies Sing.

ch 2

Sheever had awoken early, donned an appropriate attire for the Ukranian weather, took a short elevator downstairs to the lobby of her hotel and stepped outside. The cold air clasped around her like a cloak, her breath cascading infront of her and lingering long enough to be carried away by the slight breeze. Her grandfather had always said that the Sheevers' had the cold icewater of the ancient nords running through their veins. He had been known to say "Ah! The chill of home." whenever he casted frozen sigil. While she didn't love the cold like her grandfather did, she always found it comforting. She pushed her hands into her coat pockets and set off down the street towards the Starladder arena, hoping to come across a cafe on the way there.

A fog was clinging to the morning like a wisp clings to a hardcarry, accentuating all the light coming from the streetlamps and spilling out from shops as their owners prepared for the coming day. It swirled around Sheevers slender legs as she made her way through the empty streets, her footfalls bouncing off the narrow streets and echoing down adjecent alleyways. In her heels she felt like a player up against an experience techies- she had to pay close attention to where she was walking, the cobbled streets weren't exactly build for a modern woman's footwear.

A couple of blocks from the arena her mind began to wonder to places far away from the crisp, morning atmosphere of the Ukraine, and to the hot, summer air of wherever MLG took place; and to the night she spent with Singsing there. They had mutually agreed (via email) to keep their relationship strictly professional in the future, though like a lane down a set of racks, memories of their passionate and druken night together kept creeping back into her mind.

Before long Sheever had arrived at the Starladder arena, loosening her scarf as she stepped inside the doors. She was greeted to the sounds of the crew setting up equipment and lighting, and some kind of electronic music playing faintly from a far away stereo. Walking through the entrance she spotted team EG, sitting in some spectator chairs. It seemed they had arrived early to practice on the setup before their first match of the day. Universe and Zai were laughing at some private joke, Arteezy was midway through a conversation with Fear about his fathers potato farm, and Ppd seemed to have stopped eating his egg and toast breakfast to add more salt and pepper. She nodded to them and continued backstage, to the staff prep area.

Hours later, the first match of the day was beginning. Team EG was up against a new team called No Tidehunter. She turned around from the casters desk to look at the players. Suddenly, her eyes became fixed on a handsome stranger, sitting on the last player chair on team No Tidehunter. "Who is the dark haired one on the end, next to the one with the hat?" Sheever asked, turning to Merlini. "AdmiralBulldonger, the lonedruid player." he replied, in monotone.

Sheever turned back around to see Bulldonger pretending to jerk off with a hand warmer. Absurdly she felt a familiar chill creep down her lower lip and shoot down her spine, her nipples beginning to stiffen. She stood up. "I'll be right back." Sheever navigated down from the caster desk and toward the doors. 'Jesus, I need some fresh air' thought Sheever, pushing through the double doors and out into the cold morning air.

She stood there for a moment, gazing down the still largely empty street. She glanced down at her chest; the cold air was making her nipples even harder, but it was calming down her libido. She adjusted her bra a little, hoping no one would notice. Suddenly, the doors swung open behind her. She glanced back to see Bulldonger stride outside, his eyes narrowing in the early morning sunlight.

"Hi." she greeted him, nervously. He only walked up to her, and leaned up against the wall, gazing into her eyes as a response. "S-shouldn't you be with your team? The drafting is about to start..." she asked, shifting her weight. "I only play druid and prophet, my team doesn't really need me for the draft." he replied with a shrug.

Bulldonger took another step closer and put his hand on her thigh, only inches from her aegis. Her leg quivered. "I saw you looking at me from the casters desk." he stated, examining her expression. She put his hand on his chest, her face slowly moving towards his. Their lips met, his tongue hastily pushing through her pursed lips and toying with hers. Sheever tasted like raspberries. Bulldongers hand moved slowly from her head down her chest, pulling at the clasp on her jeans. "Bulldonger, what if someone drives by or-" her words caught in her throat as his hand slid down the front of her panties. She let out high pitched sigh, tingles spiraling down her scalp, her right leg twitching.

Suddenly, the doors opened and Singsing stepped outside. Sheever quickly pulled back, Bulldonger's hand slipping out of her jeans. She leaned up against the wall, straightening her coat, trying to act casual. "Hey sheever I wanted to-" he began, stopping mid sentence when he spotted Bulldonger.

"Thanks for the advice" said Bulldonger quickly, a little louder than natural. "Y-Yeah, not a problem" replied sheever, nodding. "My game is starting." said Bulldonger, turning and walking back towards the stadium. Sheever noticed a brief moment where Singsong and Bulldonger's eyes met suspiciously, and then Bulldonger stepped back inside.

After a moment Singsing embraced her warmly. Singsings bodyspray instanly brought her back to MLG, and that night. "Sheever, look I know we agreed that it was a mistake but..." he hesitated for a moment. "It's all I can think about." he finished, with a slight sigh. Her eyes darted back and forth between his hazel eyes, trying read them. "Listen I have to go prepare for my game, We'll talk after, ok?"

Ch 3

The small player room was hot and stuffy, despite Singsong being the only one there. He rubbed the exhastion from his eyes, and stretched, glancing around the room. It was more of a large closet than an actual room, with no windows and one door, situated at the far end of the staff hallway at the Starladder arena. Sing turned his attention back to his monitor, and the game replay. Eternalerection was forcing him to review every one EGs games of the day. Singsong would have protested, but EE would likely punish him for his insubordination and draft him Venomancer again.

The noise of the door opening behind him made Singsong swivel around in his chair. In walked Sheever, tall and sleek, wearing a plaid, button up polo shirt with skin-tight faded blue jeans. Her hair was pinnined up into a bun, a few stray strands framing her delicate features. "Hey, you said you wanted to talk earlier?" she asked him.

"Y-Yeah... I did, though I can't really right now, I need to memorize every lineup EG played today or Eternalerection will be really displeased." sing replied, reluctantly.

"Well, maybe I could help." said Sheever. Singsong glanced back at the replay. The draft was about to start.

"I don't know. I don't think you could." he replied.

"How about this." said Sheever, leaning and turning off the monitor. "For every hero drafted that you get correct, I take off a piece of clothing, and for every one you get wrong I put one back on." she suggested, that familiar mischief glinting in her blue eyes.

"Welllll..." said Sing, pretending to consider it. "Ok, let's give it a try." he conceded, with a shrug.

"Ok, which hero did EG draft first?" she asked, taking the pin out of her hair, letting it cascade down over her head and shoulders, smooth and effortlessly like liquid caramel. Sing knew this one.

"Naga siren." he replied casually, watching her carefully.

"Correct." Sheever elected to remove her jeans first, slowly unbuttoned the top, and shifted her weight back and forth to either leg, rocking her hips and peeling off the skin-tight jeans; revealing a tiny, light blue pair of crystal maiden themed panties, snowflakes dancing on her smooth hips. Singsong could feel his member stirring in his pants, like a disturbed neutral creep.

"Aaaand the second hero?" She asked, toying with the top button of her polo shirt.

Luckily, he knew this one too, he thought, smiling inside. "Vengeful Spirit." he announced, trying to hide his extreme interest.

"Right you are" she said huskily, slowly unbuttoning her top, one button by one, until she shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Sheevers ultimate orbs were barely contained by her blue bra, drawing Singsongs eyes to them. He licked his lips.

"The third hero drafted?" asked Sheever sexily, her hands behind her back. 'Curses.' thought Sing. He couldn't remember if it was Jakiro or Skywrath. He would have to guess.

"Skywrath?" he asked hesitantly.

"Ooohhh, I'm sorry, no. It was Jakiro." she replied, her mouth screwed up in feigned sympathy. She bent over, giving Singsong a full view of what he had just missed out on. Sheever picked up the plaid shirt of the floor in exaggerated, slow motions, sliding it on and slowly buttoning the garment up, starting from the bottom.

Frustrated, Singsong lunged forward, faster than a Broodmother in her webs, and ripped Sheever's shirt off, sending buttons flying all over the room, bouncing across the tile floor.

Singsong slid his hands underneath Sheever's bra, and grabbed Sheevers Ultimate Orbs, one in each hand, flexing his splayed fingers. She let out a soft "Oohmmphh", tilting her head back. She took one of his hands off of her chest, guiding it down into her panties. 'Sheever is wetter than a morphling!' thought Sing, his adrenaline sending his heart racing. He took a step to the left and pushed her onto his teammate Boner7's desk. Sheever looked up at him, her blue eyes begging him to continue.

Singsing hastily pulled his shirt over his head, carelessly tossing it aside. He grabbed her head, pulling his face close to hers. Their lips met, Sheever's tongue tentatively prodding at his. 'She tastes incredible!' thought Singsong. Sheever grabbed handfuls of singsings hair, as she began to grind her hips on him, kissing him more deeply. After a moment, she pushed him away, spreading her legs wide. "Come own me like an amateur Peruvian dota team." she said, with a sly wink and a 'come to me' finger motion.

'Don't need to tell me twice.' thought Sing, unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling them off of his legs. He moved forward, grabbing at Sheevers Crystal Maiden panties. She shifted her weight onto her hands, allowing Sing to pull them off. Dropping his boxers, he kissed her again. The sight of Sheever completely naked had made his Eul's Scepter completely erect. He grabbed it in one hand and inserted the tip into Sheever, looking into her eyes.

ch 4

"Hey, have you seen Sheever?" Soe called to Merlini. "I think I saw her heading to the play rooms." he replied in his usual bored tone, before exciting the arena with his backpack. She grabbed her clipboard and headed down the player room hallway, her heels echoing in the now deserted Starladder hallways.

She had been trying to schedule an episode of Matchmaking with Sheever and 2GD all day, but could never seem to get them both in one place. Soe was grateful for her job, but sometimes it could get very tedious. She daydreaming about a warm bath and a cold drink when she heard some muffled voices. Nearing the end of the hallway, she tilted her head to the side, trying to determine where the voices were coming from, her auburn hair bobbing gently. She stepped forward slowly, the sounds growing louder as she began to approach the final player room.

'Sheever must be interviewing one of the Cloud 9 players.' she thought, as she swapped the clipboard to her left hand, and grabbed the door handle to the C9 player room. She went on tippie-toes and peered in through the small window in the door. Inside she had a full view of Singsing thrusting repeatedly into Sheever, who was on her hands an knees, her breasts swinging back and forth, colliding with her chest with a slap. Sheever was moaning loudly, her moans slowly escalating into shouts. Singsing grabbed a fistfull of sheevers hair and pulled hard, Sheever's head snapping up.

"Oh ZEUS!" Soe cursed softly, ducking down underneath the the window, her back to the door. 'Did she see me?' thought Soe, clutching at her clipboard. If she had, she hand't said anything to Singsing to stop the proceedings, as Soe could still clearly hear the repeated slapping of skin and moaning from Sheever.

She started to creep away from the door on all fours, pushing her clipboard infront of her across the tile floor, but she paused for a moment, glancing back at the door. Soe stood up, her heart pounding heavily in her chest. She balanced on her tippie-toes once again, peering into the player room. Gazing in on them she began to feel incredibly aroused- this was like something out of a creepy fanfic.

Soe crouched down and slowly crept back to the far end of the hallway, away from Sheever and Sing- she couldn't let Sing use up Sheever before she had a chance. At the end of the corridor, she stood up, calling out loudly "Hey, Sheever are you back here somewhere?" Soe heard a muffled reply, and a dull thump that she could only assume was Singsong falling over in his haste of trying to pull his pants on. She slowly walked toward the C9 player room, exaggerating her footsteps. "Sheever?" she called again, pausing momentarily to give the couple an extra moment to compose themselves.

Opening the door, Soe strode into the room, feigning surprise. Sheever and Sing were casually leaning up against the computer desk, their hair disheveled and clothes askew. "Oh hey, guys, here you are!" she said, pretending not to notice the blue panties sitting on the desk, or the mouse dangling off the table, suspended in the air. "Sheever, I wanted to talk to you about a matchmaking episode, if you're not busy." said Soe.

"Yeah, i mean no. I'm not busy." Sheever replied, rubbing her arm.

"Sing, I think Eternalerection was looking for you." said Soe, turning to Sing.

"Oh, I had better go see him then." said Sing, quickly departing, seemingly glad for an excuse to escape the awkwardness of the room. After a moment of silence in the wake of Sings departure, Sheever said "So... Uhh you wanted to talk about something?"

"Yeah. I did." replied Soe, walking up to Sheever and tracing her finger lightly down Sheever's slender arm.

"Wh-what are you doing?" asked Sheever meekly.

"Me? I'm not doing anything." answered Soe innocently, trying to keep her expression enigmatic. After a moment of gazing up into the blue depths of Sheever's eyes, Soe decided that there was something so very intoxicating about her. 'But how do I make her mine?' Soe thought. 'Hey, have you ever tried kissing a grill?' No. That sounded like something out of a porn. 'Let's go get a drink?' No. That sounded like she wanted to be friends. Soe wanted much, much more than that. She didn't find things normally this difficult; Sheever was just so disarming...

Soe drew in a sharp, quick breath of courage and leaned up, kissing Sheever. Sheever let out a quiet squeak in surprise, her hands in the air, unsure of what to do. After a moment, Soe broke off the stiff kiss. "I... Sorry I didn't mean to. I just..." started Soe, apologetically.

"You just...?" ventured Sheever, playing with her hair nervously.

"Couldn't resist." finished Soe, lunging forward faster than a Lycan with haste. This time when their lips met, Soe forced her soft tongue through Sheever's pursed lips, licking the backs of her teeth. Sheever trembled.

ch 5

'Wrong. This is so wrong,' thought Sheever, Soe hungrily kissing her. She didn't have feelings for Soe beyond friendship, all she had to do was push her away. 'So why don't I...?' she questioned, as Soe's hands began to wander, sliding across the back of Sheever's polo shirt, and sliding playfully into Sheever's back jean pockets.

After a moment, Sheever pushed Soe away, pulling off her belt and tying Soe's arms behind her back. "Is this what you wanted?" asked Sheever seductively. "Yes, well I just wanted t- uughhh" Sheever cut her off, roughly pulling off Soe's jeans and panties in one swift move, bending her over a chair. Grabbing her Crystal Maiden panties off the desk, Sheever stuffed them into Soe's mouth, stifling her protests. "I've never done this before, so you're just going to have to humor me." Sheever whispered into her ear, biting her ear playfully. Soe moaned in reply. Sheever brought her face within centimeters of Soe's aegis, letting her hot breath fall upon it. "I'm not really sure what to do. What should I do?" Sheever asked.

"Mhmmhm Rmmmgh Mmmm" came the muffled reply, Soe's words swallowed by her pantie gag.

"Would you like me to..... lick it?" asked Sheever, sticking out her tongue and touching the very tip to Soe gently. Soe squirmed, pushing her hips back towards Sheever's tongue. Sheever ducked back, faster than a level one luna. "Now that's cheating." she scolded. "You probably wouldn't like that anyway, would you?" Sheever teased.

"Mhmmm Mhmmmm!"

"As I thought. Wellll maybe I'll just have to spank you for forcing yourself on me like this." Sheever slapped Soe's ass, leaving a bright pink handprint. Soe let out a half-moan half-squeak, her leg muscles constricting. "Ohhh, I'm sorry, maybe that was too hard." Sheever pouted, in her soft Nordic accent. She gave the handprint she just left a wet, gentle kiss, before striking Soe again, claiming another muffled shout. Sheever ran her tounge along the inside of Soe's thighs, causing Soe to squirm, her legs shaking gently. Sheever stopped when her tougne was close to Soe's aegis. Sheever took a deep breath in threw her nose; the fresh smell of Soe made her heart race.

'What am I doing..' Sheever asked herself. 'This isn't me, this is crazy!' Suddenly Soe flexed her hips, pushing herself into Sheever's face, her aegis landing on Sheever's mouth. The surprise sent a shiver down Sheevers spine, her lip quivering. This time Sheever didn't tease her, licking and sucking feverishly, her vision swimming. Soe let out a moan, grinding her hips against Sheevers face. Faster and faster she began to lick in circular motions, drawing more moans of pleasure from Soe.

"Dbbnnt Stppp! Dbbbnntt sthppp! Dnnnnt sthhhhhp!" panted Soe, grinding faster.

"Stop? Well, okay." replied Sheever, nonchalantly.

"NNNnnrmmmm! Prreasssse!" begged Soe, beginning to shake. Sheever quickly resumed licking, inserting her fingers into Soe, slamming them in and then retracting them repeatedly. With Sheever's APM skyrocketing, Soe let out a loud groan and a series of convulsions.