The kitchen drawers 10

You wrench open drawers of knives, forks, spatulas and more kitchen ephemera. Shifting through them as fast as you can without cutting your fingers on some of the sharper implements, you find nothing in the first. Progressing through them, from the top drawer down, you find plenty more placemats, chargers, and baking trays, but not a single planchette. Moving down to the bottom most drawer you find hand towels and aprons, but even when you take them out and shake them you find nothing inside any of them. On the opposite side of the oven, you try again, starting from the top drawer and working your way down. A quickly as you can you sift through all the implements of Sarah’s kitchen, several of which look like they haven’t been used in years. After an exhaustive search of every single drawer in the kitchen you still come away empty handed.

You failed. You found nothing anywhere, and now you hear the final few thrusts of John Doe’s hips, followed by his grunting of satisfaction through gritted teeth that can only be him finally letting go the tide he had been holding back. He must be balls deep in your crush, flooding her fecund womb with his fertile seed like she was his bitch to breed. Miranda barely made a sound as he finished inside her, except for a quiet purr of pleasure as he filled her up like a cream donut. Not only was he cumming inside of her, she was letting him, and she was loving it. It's over.

Upstairs, it seems Sarah has woken up again. “Ohh, that was amazing John Doe,” she sighs, probably resting her red head on his shoulder as he pumps his cum into Miranda’s pussy. “Whoah, so much!” She titters, presumably watching his seed gush from Miranda’s fuck hole once he pulls back his limp cock. “Did you ask before you came inside?” She asked, even in the afterglow of her strongest orgasm some part of her was still thinking of her friend. A low rumble is his reply. “Ha, of course she did,” Sarah laughed. “I would have asked for it too. That really was incredible,” she said, speaking to him like he was an ordinary lover and not a ghost possessing a friend. “But, y’know, you really can’t stay forever. As much as I would like to keep you around, Tom has his own life. You can’t just steal it,” she pleaded with John Doe, and to your surprise he seemed to listen. When he grumbled something back you could almost hear Sarah smile. “That sounds like a good idea. We can make a deal.”

"John?" She called your name loudly, making you jump like you'd just been caught listening in on her. "You can stop looking now."

Bad Ending

You didn’t get the planchette in time and now John Doe is going to strike a bargain with Sarah and Miranda