I inherited the old house from my spinster aunt. She was a lady who always seemed content to live alone in that old brick house with baseboard radiators that grumbled and bubbled all year long, even when the heat was off. Our relationship was such that she was the only one to defend me when I decided to buzz my very blonde hair in my early twenties. Kind family asked if I was sure this was the new appearance I wanted. The unkind ones told me a buzz-cut was not very lady-like. One uncle said I'd looked enough like a boy already before the haircut. My aunt told that one to jump into a frozen lake and slide under the ice.
Nearly a decade later and I still had that cut... and now a house was mine to do with as I pleased. The only stipulation was I had to live there for a year before doing any major renovations. "It's an eccentric old place," her will stated, "but it satisfied itches I never knew I had. Learn its quirks before you do anything with it."
So, I moved in at the start of May and slowly changed its style from Old Lady Chic to Witch Next Door. Nothing "major," just changing the garden and painting some walls All through the summer the quirks I experienced in my new home were that summer heat never seeped inside, and, despite the heat being off, the radiators seemed content to burble away.
"Maybe it's haunted," one of my friends said, blushing ever so slightly. "My place is, and I love it."
Summer turned into autumn, and as the leaves started to turn yellow and red, I finally turned the heat on. It wasn't really cold yet, but I did not want to be surprised by a broken heating system. The moment I lit the boiler's burner in the basement I swear a sigh went through the whole house. I'd lived in old buildings where the heaters hissed or even screamed all winter. This sounded more like the sound a person makes when they slide into a hot tub.
Still, after a few minutes I decided there didn't seem to be an issue and went upstairs. That whole day it seemed like the noises from the radiators were happier. The bubbles and hisses were more persistent and frequent. It was an infectious feeling. I got ready for bed that night feeling unexpectedly content and relaxed, like tension I didn't know I was holding had suddenly left my body.
The radiators had been turned on earlier than was necessary. Even with the thermostat turned all the way down my bedroom felt extra warm and a bit muggy. I opened a window to let in some of the autumn air and the radiator under it let out a hiss, almost sounding like a protest. The smell of fallen leaves filled the space while I stripped down for bed. A shiver crawled across my skin. Waves of heat from the radiators and cool air from outside washed across my skin. The mix was intoxicating. Instead of crawling into bed, I danced around my bedroom. In my house.
Today was the first time since I moved in that the house felt like mine. Maybe it was turning on the heating system, the first real "maintenance" I'd had to do. Maybe I'd finally had time to settle. Whatever the cause was, I was energized and was going to mark it as my home.
I danced from room to room, not bothering to turn lights on. They weren't necessary, I knew where everything was. Plus, light from the streetlamps streamed through windows and dappled each room in stripes of yellow light and deep shadow. Shaking my ass, shimmying my chest, rubbing my hands across my body, I filled my home with my joy and laughter. I danced back into my bedroom and flopped onto the mattress. Those eddies of hot and cool still filled the space. They crawled across my naked body, and my hands chased them.
Fingers followed the trail of cold air left on my skin, pulling up goose-bumps. Over skin caressed by warm air from the radiator I pinched myself. Chasing these sensations, I lingered over my nipples, mouth, and neck, layering pleasant luxuriating in the pleasure of the moment. Small moans escaped me as my hand played across my skin. There was a security, owning my own place, that I'd never felt in an apartment. I didn't once worry about someone listening in.
A ribbon of warmth wrapped its way around a leg and seemed to travel up towards my pussy. I must have wrapped it in a sheet and not realized it, working it upwards with my writhing. Honestly, that's where I was going to go eventually, so I took the hint and sent a hand to start working between my legs.
I left the other pushing two fingers into my mouth, relishing the feeling of how they pressed on my tongue. Something in my mouth - fingers, dildos, cocks - always made me cum so much harder. If I was going to finally claim this house as my own I was going to make sure this orgasm was a damn good one.
The hand reaching between my legs met the sheet coming the other way. It seemed soaked already. I was horny, but this sheet was soaked, like someone had already cum on it. Looking down I saw a clear, undulating tentacle reaching out from the radiator and climbing up my leg! Screaming, I launched myself to the top of my bed.
The tentacle of water shot back into the radiator.
I closed my eyes and took five slow breaths. "What. The. Fuck. Was. That?" Not my most calming breaths ever, but I did just have a tentacle wrapped around my leg.
Opening my eyes, I looked across the room to the radiator under the window. Maybe I'd imagined a watery tentacle climbing up my leg. What would I do if a water elemental was living in my heating system?
Instead of the single tentacle that had wrapped itself around my leg, there were now two! One rising up and then bending toward me, like it was watching me. The other was holding a rose made of leaves. Reds, oranges, and yellows artfully folded into a complex spiral. And it was being held out to me. I'd once had a partner who bought the traditional rose every time they thought they fucked up.
"Are you... trying to apologize for scaring me?" I asked.
The tentacle that was "looking" at me nodded up and down.
"Why were you touching me?"
The head tentacle grew a bit bigger and took on the silhouette of a woman. Arms extended from her sides and, in a very exaggerated manner, rubbed between her legs.
"You saw me materbating?" I asked. I was playing charades with a tentacle monster.
The water-woman's body bobbed up and down as the tentacle nodded again.
A third appendage rose from the radiator, slowly, I assumed to avoid scaring me again. It split into several smaller tentacles and started fucking the water woman. She was getting it from front and back. Having my masturbation session interrupted by this unexpected water elemental had been frustrating and scary. But, seeing that it could use multiple arms to help me cum was giving me ideas.
