An idea I've had for a while is a hero defeating the big bad of a story, like a evil sorcerer lady who got really close to taking over the world, and instead of killing them, the hero swears on their life to rehabilitate them, much to the party's objections
and thus they retire to a small country side farm, the Sorcerer forced to wear an amulet to suppress most of her powers as to not try and conquer the world again. so she just lives there, having to work along side the person who defeated her, helping maintain a farm or build new stuff.
but as the days pass on, she starts to grow on the hero. Their kindness, their sweet gestures, and their cooking (like it's some pretty good cooking) has her start to feel safe and less vindictive towards them. Hero isn't really forceful or mean, letting her do what she wants as long as she doesn't go to far, or go terrorize the villagers nearby (they are really mean I think she should be allowed to scary them a bit, as a treat).
Sure they go out, the hero can't have her only being in the farm. They go on little "dates" to the village or towns, the hero buying her things she request, be it clothes, treats, snacks, or anything like that. They go to see plays or drink, enjoy things in life. Perhaps she never really stopped to enjoy these things, the whole conquering the world was her main priority.
Maybe after a few weeks, the hero even let them summon a few minions to help around the farm, small stone ones. When questioned why the hero would allow this, the hero just goes "I trust you not to do anything evil with them".
She doesn't do anything evil, she thought about it, but she decided not too. And thus life goes on, as they get closer and closer with one another
But I feel, one thing they do is certainly fuck a lot. (Going to use he/him for the hero)
Like that first week she's like "like I'm going to fuck the person who caused this whole mess, I could summon demons with the biggest dicks, tentcales piles to breed me for hours, bring forth centaurs to milk, Minotaurs to fuck me nonstop, now I'm here, and I can't get any dick! " And it goes from there, the more days pass the more she thinks "god look at his stupid face, their big handsome face, their stupid lips I want to taste, the hair I want to touch, the-" and she just snaps out of it, slapping her self for thinking about those thoughts. But the more the hero gives her kindness, the more time they spend together, the more these thoughts fill her mind. Like " the bastard, oh how much I hate him, how much I hate him. Like his hands, oh his hands, how they milk the cows, how they tend the fields, how it can crush things with ease or craft things with delicacy. Those blasted hands defeated me, those big strong hands, those hands I just want to feel, to hold with my own, y-yeah, so I can restrain them, y-yeah" or "that stupid body, that chiseled by years of hard work body. That refined body that I can't stop looking at, can't stop thinking about. Wait what am I saying, I hate that pesky hero!". Stuff like that. Like angrily masturbating in her private room, thinking about all the things she "hates" about him. I feel she would have a gasket blow when one time she accidentally found him showering and she say "it". Masturbating even more thinking about it, how much she "hates" that man, hates that giant meaty rod, hates how tasty it looks, things like that.
And by the end of the month she can't take it anymore, she needs to let out that pent up lust or she's going to blow. She tries to be evil about it, trying to get the hero worked up, to break him, to make him show that deep down he's just a horny beast like any other human. But her hugging him from behind, grabbing his chest, kissing his neck, heck even touching his bulge doesn't phase him. No matter how much she teases him he doesn't break. Just mearly joking about what she's doing, going "if you want something you can just tell me, no need to play with me".
She kept at it, sitting in his lap, rubbing her ass against him. Feeling the bulge grow, but even then he did not break, simply asking is there something she wants, and to just ask. At first it was to see him break, but now it's more "you idiot can't you take a hint!".
So one day, after dinner, before he can go rest in his bedroom, she stops him, grabbing his hand. Explaining just how much she hates him, hates him for defeating her, for sparing her, for all the kindness he's given her, hates him so so much. "Hates" his stupid face, his stupid chiseled body, his dumb strong arms and hands, everything about him. But she has one request, she wants to have sex now, because the more she spends with his stupid little mug and his stupid little actions the more pent up she becomes, and this will be her one and only time she ever requests it.
Now the hero obliges, and a few anti-conception spells later, there they were, on the bed fucking away. She's mad, but not at him, no at herself. Feeling herself melting by his form, his technique. A gentleness as he gets her worked up, practically "torturing" her with how his hands massage, rub, and squeeze her body. Her breasts more like dough in his hands, his mouth teasing and giving gentle sucks to her nipples. She's flustered, saying things like "is this how you plan to torture me, with all your foreplay. It doesn't turn me on, not one bit". she lied, it's very much turning her on. Critique everything he did to her, but soon silenced with a kiss, and her briefly stunned at such a "vile" act, her mind flooding with just "horrible" that kiss was, that taste was "disgusting", it was so "bad" she'll never forget it, infact she wants more, just to know how "bad" it is more.
But it wasn't long before the foreplay ended, and the fucking began. She was so mad at him, how could he have such a great technique, how is he making this feel so good. She's trying to get compliants out, but it's most just jumbled up words and moans. Maybe the hero does a little evil, and askes her how does it feel getting fucked, and all she can let is a "fuck you" in-between her moans. Just s couple minutes of this, her mind melting with each thrust, until finally the hero cums, an equally pent up load of cum right into her, pump after pump into her, causing a visble bulge of cum.
As he pulls out, and the load starts to leak, he gives her a kiss on the cheek, telling her she did a good job. She tries to get out a "fuck you, you magnificent bastard" but all that comes out is gibbering, and thus starts the aftercare
And thus begins their weekly sessions, they "rehabilitation" time. As the weeks pass the lady gets more and more of her powers back, getting the farm running better. All the while the two go at it more and more, less "oh how much I hate you" and more "oh how much I love you" as time progresses. Even their little adventures into the city turn into dates.
until maybe one day, they forget a certain spell, and next thing you know, well. She's doing a long term summoning. The hero rubs her swollen belly, and squeezes her bigger and now milky breasts, she's annoyed, you know hard it is to move around when you're so round and milky! But the hero just carries her in his arms, bridal style. the power suppressing amulet is long off, but no need to use it, not yet. Sure maybe she can try to conquer the world again, but in the meantime, she's gonna enjoy the belly rubs...
