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Carnal Instincts	By : LauralAvon Category: +G through L > Hey, Arnold! Views: 15022 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold!, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sorry this took so long. Had the plot idea, couldn't figure out the payoff. A reviewer gave me a great direction, one I've been playing around with for a while in the FF.net world. So, expect more soon. And Kurumi-chan69, thanks for the kick in the butt.
Without further ado, the latest chapter: What better rush than to have the infamous beeper king’s younger daughter while he is at home and oblivious.

Arnold sat on his bed, counting the days on his calendar.
Last Saturday, he received the best blow job of his young life...and he'd missed the entire thing. He had planned on cornering her on Monday, but when he walked into the school, he got an earful of an annoyed Helga Pataki chewing out one of his teammates. He took one look at her baggy clothing, realized what her problem was and wisely took the other hallway.
Counting back, he grinned. His week was up. Payback was a bitch.

Helga walked into her room, towel still wrapped around her. She finally felt clean. She flipped on her stereo and pulled the towel off, throwing it on the chair.
Putting on a pair of bikini underwear and an oversized tee shirt, she grabbed her comb from the desk and started pulling out tangles.
After a week of being overly hormonal and not being able to do a damn thing about it, she was planning on locking her door and giving into one of her favorite fantasies.
Then again, any fantasy involving Arnold was her favorite.
Briefly, she thought about just sneaking over to his house and surprising him, but then decided to wait until later that night. She didn't want to have to make up an excuse if he had someone else in his room.

Bob Pataki opened the door, frowning at the blond male smiling on his stoop.
"Afternoon Mr. Pataki. Helga is home right? She and I were suppose to study for our biology test."
"Um...yeah. I think she's upstairs."
"Thanks. Oh don't worry about yelling. She knows I'm coming today."
Bob eyes him, closing the door and walking back into the living room.
"No funny business."
Arnold frowned innocently. "Oh, course not Mr. Pataki."
The innocent look was replace with a smirk as he climbed the stairs. The perfect payback, fucking the beeper king's youngest daughter while he was downstairs watching football.
He opened her bedroom door wide enough to slip into the room, then shut and locked the door behind him. Her stereo was blasting and her back was to him as she was finishing combing out her hair.
He eyed her oversized band tee-shirt lavishly. This was going to be easier than he expected.

Helga combed out the last knot and threw her hair back over her shoulder. She pulled the elastic off her wrist and began to pull her hair back.
Suddenly an arm slid around her waist and another over to mouth to keep her from screaming.
"You don't want to do that." a low voice hissed near her ear. "You'll ruin the fun."
Helga's knees went weak hearing his voice. She could feel her underwear growing damp. It was crazy how much she was addicted to this.
She tried to pull away to turn around but he held her tight against his body. She could feel him pressed against her, hard.
The hand over her mouth lifted and slid to move hair from the nape of her neck. "No. Don't move." he whispered in her ear, dropping a kiss onto the nape of her neck. "I like this."
She swallowed hard. "Arnold. My dad's just downstairs."
"Then you'd better be extra quiet today and do exactly what I say."
She pushed against him, her ass rubbing against his crotch. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her tighter against him.
"Oh no, Pataki, you've had your fun. It's my turn to play."
Stepping back, he pulled her away from the desk and aimed her towards the bed. His hand moved from around her waist to the small of her back.
"To the bed." he told her. She threw a worried glance towards her bedroom door which earned a light chuckle.
"I'm not careless. The doors locked." he told her.
He followed her to the bed, grabbing some of the material of the tee shirt when she started to climb on the bed.
"No."
"Wha..." She started to turn around again, but he stopped her.
"Lean over and put your hands on the bed."

"Lean over and put your hands on the bed."
Helga's eyes widened as she heard his instructions. Surely he wasn't going to...
His hand lightly pushed against her back, forcing her forward. She bent slightly, placing her hands on the bed, trying to peek through her hair to see what he was doing.
She gasped as she felt his hands on her hips.
"Now, you were really naughty last week, taking advantage of me while I was sleeping." he told her, his voice low, his hands sliding under the tee shirt.
She gasped as one hand slid up to cover a breast, his fingers squeezing and running over her nipple.
"I....didn't...you weren't sleeping." she gasped out, trying to focus.
She heard him take a step, felt the jeans rub against her ass.
"You didn't know that." he said.
"You were getting yourself off." she stated. "I just assisted."
"Ah...so you do admit you blew me." he teased. She yelped as his free hand connected with the soft skin of her butt.
"I...I never said I didn't. You never asked."
Another smack. She yelped again, her back arching, her butt rubbing against his jean clad crotch.
He chuckled, then leaned forward, his hand sliding from her ass to slide into her underwear. She bit back a moan as his fingers delved into her folds.
"I never pictured you as being masochistic." he said, his voice low and sultry near her ear. His hand pinched her nipple and she moaned again, moving against him.
"You're soaked." he said, kissing her neck.
"This is what's going to happen, Pataki." he told her. "You're going to stay just how you are, and I'm going to fuck you from behind. " His fingers moved in her underwear. She bit her bottom lip hard to keep from moaning. "I'm not going to be gentle and you're going to try your best not to do anything that would make your father come up those stairs and bang on your door."
His hands moved away from her body and she almost sobbed.
"Any objections should be made right now." He warned her. She closed her eyes and didn't move. Another throaty chuckle. "That's what I thought."
His hands grabbed her underwear and yanked them down. She moved her feet enough to kick them out of the way, gasping loudly as she felt his suddenly naked skin against her. His hands slid up her tee shirt, and grasped her hips.
"You want me?"
She nodded, her eyes still closed.
He moved, his cock just nudging her.
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I heard you."
"Yes." she gasped almost breathless. Was he kidding? She was dying to have him inside her. She could feel herself practically dripping down the inside of her thighs.
"Did you say something?" His fingers slid over her front, sliding down to the small nub, teasing.
"Yes." she said, almost gasping it out. "Yes, God Arnold, fuck me."
She gasped loudly as he slid into her hard. Her eyes fell closed again, and she gripped the cover on her bed for leverage as he slid out only to push back into her.
She could taste blood from where she'd bitten her lip in order not to cry out. The feeling of him in her was intense. She could feel her hips responding, pushing against him every time he slammed into her. One of his hand slid up over her breast, squeezing hard, pinching her nipple. The sensation went straight to her groin where his other hand was sliding over her clit.
"God, Helga." he gasped.
His finger slid over the nub, just as he slid in at the right angle. She felt the rush and her muscles contract. He moved again and she cried out as her orgasm rushed over her. Vaguely, she heard him gasp loudly, his hand squeezing a little too hard, but the wave crashed over her again and she fell into the black.

When she opened her eyes, she was face down on her bed. A hand was resting right below her ass and something heavy was on the small of her back. She turned her head to see Arnold laying on her, his eyes closed.
"You are not asleep." she reasoned, groaning.
"Nope. But I do like this sleeping position."
He moved his body, flopping his back on the bed. She rolled sideways and groaned. Every muscle in her body hurt...in a good way. She tried to stretch, then looked at him. His eyes were closed and she realized his jeans were back on.
"You really dress fast. One day I'm actually going to see you naked."
His eyes opened and he turned his head to look at her. "You think?"
She smiled. "Oh yeah. If I have to tie you up myself."
Rolling on his side he propped his head with a hand. "Ah, you have a sadistic side too."
"That's not sadism. That's just bondage."
"How many more sides to you have to you, Pataki?"
She simply shrugged.
He leaned over, his free hand sliding to her face to pulled her to him. His lips brushed over hers gently, then with more force before pulling away.
"I think I'm going to have fun finding out." he told her.
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