In the setting, it has been decades since the apocalypse. Humanity has struggled to survive and the world is a harsh place. However, the world is in a good place to start rebuilding and lifting itself out of this dark, barbaric age.

In this environment, a desperate young woman finds her path crossing with a decent leader of men. If she can win his affections she’ll have the protection she has been needing. This doesn’t need to be purely mercenary. They could be attracted to one another, or she feels something for him after saving her life, etc.

An element that I think would be quite interesting to add would be rebuilding (and repopulating). Perhaps the leader decides to make their camp something permanent. The camp turns into a village and grows over time to become a town or small city. This leader might become something like a king of their city-state in the post-apocalypse with his beloved by his side, growing their family ever larger.

I think it would be fun to invent how their new society works, like religion and cultural practices and do some fun worldbuilding about that.

I would love to include elements of size difference in this story, and I’d like the female character to be busty. Here is a link to my DPP Profile which has kinks and limits. I’m not looking for non-con between our characters. I wrote out the idea below for some inspiration.

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Decades ago the world had been ravaged by the Cataclysm. Great cities had been swallowed in flame. Some lands had burned, others drowned after the bleak years of ice.

You had been born to this new world where life was often solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short. Some people lived as wanderers, picking the bones of the old world for their survival and foraging what they could. Some groups bound together to form communities. Others formed parties of raiders and bandits and made life misery for those they came across.

You had been alone for a little while now, which was exceptionally dangerous - especially as a young woman with a pleasing figure - when you weren’t starving. A few days ago, raiders had found one of your fires - you had been desperate. Since then they had been following your trail. You didn’t want to think about what would happen if they caught you.

The land around you was unfamiliar. You had never been out this way before. You found yourself standing at the banks of a river. You could hear the men behind you, it was swim or die. You plunged your body into the river and swam. The river was more powerful than you guessed and it swept you quickly downstream. You fought to keep your head above water, you didn’t bother to work to cross anymore. Fear gripped you.

Fate happened to bring a floating bit of wood near enough. You wrapped your arms around it and coughed up water, carried an unknown distance away.

You must have lost consciousness. Your next memory was being dragged onto the shore by a man. You woke with a start and tried to fight, but it was little use. “Easy there, easy,” he said in a deep voice. Your senses were slowly returning. The man who rescued you was a giant. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. Water dripped down his broad chest, he must have come in and pulled you from the river.

Your body was too stunned and in shock to properly speak. He carried you to an encampment, but it was a bigger one than you had seen in your life. You were given food and dry clothes. A fire warmed your chilled body until your senses returned. The leader of this group was the man who saved you, and guaranteed your safety. He checked in once to be sure you were recovering and moved on.

Part of you feared that they would turn you out once you were better. It would be more generosity than most were willing to give in this world. Maybe you could find a way to make yourself useful and they would let you stay? This group seemed better organized and set up than most others. If you could win the affections of their leader… you could live well.