Disclaimer: This story is a work of kink fiction and includes bondage, SM, and themes of dubious consent. There's also bad words, if you care about that. Also religion.

Sarakiel always took her duties seriously, no matter what Heaven charged her with. Being a Guardian was easy most of the time, making sure mortals didn't trip too badly or walked into traffic. Casting protective auras over places of worship was a chore, but she understood the importance of it, so she never complained.

But holy days were what she was most excited about. Though other angels often complained about the stress that came with them, Sarakiel welcomed the variety. And though everyone loved Christmas, Sara's personal favourite was Saint Valentine's Day.

Sarakiel loved love, first of all. Seeing people fall for one another, commit their lives to each other, build courage to finally confess, it warmed her heart.

And wielding a bow was cool! They really didn't bear weapons anymore, not outside of small skirmishes with Hell, which really were more of a waste of time. Not like either them or the demons could ever die for good, after all.

But perched atop the bell tower, overlooking the plaza of her assigned corner of the mortal world, an arrow resting against the shaft of her decorated bow, the breeze fluttering her soft-pink dress around her feminine form and rustling the feathers of her folded wings, she felt like she was back in the Crusades. Though, for a far more wholesome reason, of course.

She had done some work already, landed a few shots directly into people's hearts, giving them the boost they had needed to give love their all today. And everywhere she saw people walking arm in arm, or huddled in a group, hugs and kisses moreso than on another day. And from her perch she spotted a lone girl, pacing along the edge of the monument, clutching something in her hands.

"Nervous? Let's fix that." She smiled to herself and drew back the string, the arrow humming in anticipation. She blew some of her hazelnut curls out of her vision before releasing her hold, sending the holy projectile directly on a course for the mortal's heart.

With a sudden cold gust, a figure leapt into its path. Gloved fingers snatched the arrow, halting its momentum immediately, before the demon unfurled her leathery wings to catch her own. Unlike Sarakiel's modest white dress, her clothes were sparing, little more than black straps clinging tightly to her figure, tussled hair framing her reddish face, her black lips twisting into a mocking smile as she spun the arrow between her fingers.

"Cupid duty again, Sara? Do you ever take a year off?" She clicked her tongue disapprovingly as she casually flew up to the tower, her heavy flat boots touching down next to Sara's tall heels. Despite that advantage, the demon still had her beat by a few inches, even without counting the curled horns. "No wonder Heaven is so strict, when it's filled with workaholics like you."

"And what is it you're doing, then, Mayhem? Slacking off?" Sara reached out to snatch the arrow back, but the demon held it up out of reach.

"I'm not doing Sloth today. Can't I come and chat with an old friend? Unless your work is more important than me?" Mayhem pouted and pretended to be hurt, clutching the arrow to her chest.

Sara rolled her eyes and nocked another arrow. "It's a Saint's Day. Bother me tomorrow."

Mayhem grabbed the shaft of her bow, clutching onto Sara's fingers and trapping the arrow between two of hers. She leaned over her, her wings spreading warningly. "Yeah, no. You've done enough today. All this lovey-dovey stuff is making me queasy, so I'm gonna need you to stop."

Sara's initial reaction was to shrink back. She dealt with Mayhem constantly, and even though she was rarely aggressive, she was always a little unpredictable. Then, she set her heels against the stone, spread her own wings and held her stare. "I will not stop sharing the Lord's blessing on a demon's comm--mmph!"

She hadn't finished yet, when Mayhem reached out with her other hand, the first arrow clattering down the inside of the tower, and pressed her gloved palm over her mouth, her fingertips pressing into her rosy cheeks. "That wasn't a request, shiny. Don't make me pluck you."

Sara raised her leg and stomped the heel of her boot onto Mayhem's foot, making her flinch and using that moment to pull herself free. She quickly kicked herself off from the edge of the tower, spreading her wings to get some distance.

"Ugh, Sara!" Mayhem's yell was closely followed by the dull, irregular gong of the bell as the demon kicked herself off of it.

She thought quickly. Today of all days, she wasn't really ready for a fight and she didn't want to tangle with a demon for long, not even May. Luckily, she did get to bring a weapon today. Even if it wouldn't harm her, a little dose of heavenly love might get her to back off.

Sara tucked in her wings to drop out of her flight, turned in midair and spread them out again to catch herself. May, who had been in quick pursuit, sailed past above her. She quickly nocked an arrow and released it. The glittering trail led the heart-shaped tip directly into May's abdomen. Not a bullseye, but better than nothing. The demon's body shuddered and Sara took the chance to beat her wings again, getting some more distance, away from the plaza.

After a few yards, she turned to look over her shoulder again, when something harshly snapped around her body. Two black bands, like leathery ribbons, closed around her in an instant, trapping her wings to her back and her arms to her sides. She let out a curse when she saw the ground rapidly approaching and braced herself, before landing directly in a field of flowers in the public garden behind the old manor.

She twisted on the ground, trying to pull her arms or her wings free, turning her head and trying to blow her curly hair out of her face. Grace and beauty aside, maybe she should tie up her hair on duty after all. Around her she could hear voices and the sound of steps on the dirt paths, of mortals who didn't notice her sudden crash and carried on as per usual.

She had almost managed to push herself up on her knees, when the demon landed beside her with another cold gust, making her skin break out in goosebumps. Helpfully, she brushed Sara's hair out of her face, then grabbed a fistful of it and yanked her head back to make her look up at her.

"Oh no, did you get your dress dirty?" Mayhem asked mockingly, smirking down at her. "You should really pay more attention where you fall."

Sara quickly looked around as much as May's grip on her head allowed. The bow was lying on the other side of the dirt path, the quiver was still strapped to the back of her waist. Her forearms were free, but the bands gripped tightly around her torso. "Go fuck yourself."

Mayhem gasped, pretending to be shocked. "Sara! Don't let the archangels hear that! And besides..." She yanked her head back more, leaning in close over her, her grin growing. "I'm not the one getting fucked today."

Sara stared for a moment, unsure if she even heard her correctly. When realisation properly set in, her body started to tingle. "Wh-what? What's gotten into you?"

"Um... love? Your fault, you know." Mayhem snickered before licking her lips, her eyes wandering down to blatantly look over Sara's body. "You know, I always kinda wanted to..."

Sara acted quickly again, pushing herself up when May's grip loosened slightly. She set a foot onto the ground and pushed herself up against her into a headbutt, only to immediately regret it when Mayhem turned her head away, causing Sara's forehead to collide with one of her horns instead. May pushed her to ground again and with a snap of her fingers, hooks leapt out of the dirt, anchoring her by the leathery bands.

"Ooh, feisty! This is gonna be fun." Looking over her shoulder, Sara could see Mayhem through strands of her own curls. The demon wandered a few steps, bringing her hands together. With a sharp hiss and a few sparks, she pulled her fingers away from one another, creating a long, black rope between her fingertips, letting it drop into the flowers before repeating the same process again, calling a total of three coils up from Hell.

Holding the last one in her hands, Mayhem bent down, reaching for Sara's legs and out of her view. "H-hey! Stop!" She kicked her legs, but found both of her ankles quickly seized by Mayhem's hands and pushed down again. She twisted, trying to pull them free. "May, this isn't funny!"

"Really? I'm having loads of fun, actually." The black rope was quickly wound around her ankles and behind the heels of her boots. With another sharp snap, another hook held onto the rope, keeping the angel trapped on the ground.

The fight was lost, but Sara did not give up struggling, grunting as she strained her wings and pulled at her legs, while Mayhem unbuckled and tossed away the quiver, then grabbed her hands, quickly tying the second length of black rope around them. The rope was hot, sizzling as it pressed into her skin. Finally, the last length May tied around her thighs, the same heat pressing into them.

All the while, Sara could see mortals walking past, most of them in pairs, arm in arm or holding hands. Occasionally, they looked straight through or past her, at the flowers. She knew it was because they could not perceive either of them, but the feeling of their eyes on her defeated self did not go away regardless. And to her dismay, it only made the tingle in her body grow.

"There!" At once, the hooks released, though even without them Sara didn't have much hope of even getting up on her own. "Now that's what I call pretty. I like you a lot better like this." Mayhem's hand came down hard on the angel's rear, making her flinch and tuck in her legs.

"H-hey!" Her cheeks flushed, with both anger and embarrassment, and she managed to twist onto her side, tucking her legs in closer as if she could hide. "Fine, you had your fun! You win, no more love arrows today! N-now piss off!"

Mayhem clicked her tongue and shook her head, crouching down next to Sara. "Did you already forget, feather-brains?" She grabbed one of the bands binding her torso and tugged at it, making her sit up. "I might have been satisfied with this earlier. But somebody had to pump me full of her love juice, --"

"Ew, don't say it like that."

"-- so now I'm desperate for a little more love, you know?" Her hand slipped from the band to Sara's chest, groping one of her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress. Her other grabbed the back of her head and she leaned in closer. Sara's lips trembled. She should be closing her mouth tight and try to turn away, but instead she found herself holding her breath in anticipation. First, May's tongue ran over her lips, then slipped in between them, as her own lips pressed onto them.

Sara's gasp was muffled by the sudden force May pushed against her with, the tip of her tongue pressing down on hers, then going just a bit deeper, briefly triggering the angel's gag reflex. In the next moment, May pulled back, but Sara's tongue followed her, overcome with a sudden hunger, hanging out of her mouth as they parted.

"Now that's what I wanna see," May said softly, looking into her eyes. "Ever kiss a demon before, Sara? Probably not, with how straight-laced you are. Just this is gonna rile you up real good, then."

She only halfway snapped out of the trans, closing her mouth and swallowing, only for her own saliva to tingle and burn on the way down, spreading a desperate heat throughout her entire body. "Sh-shit..."

"Ooh, I love your potty-mouth. But you know what I'll love even more?" Mayhem pushed two fingers past Sara's lips before she could think to protest, her thoughts seemingly lagging behind. She pressed down on her tongue, a little at first, before the feeling became more forceful, expanding into her cheeks and to the roof of her mouth.

Part of Sara's thoughts cleared up again and she let out a muffled grunt, trying to pull herself away or push the demon's hand out with her tongue, but when she took a closer look, Mayhem had already pulled it back, instead leaving something behind in her mouth, something thick and slightly squishy, expanding to fill out her mouth completely, even pushing to the back of her throat. With another snap of the demon's fingers, another band appeared, roughly snapping around Sara's head, tightening against her lips.

"There you go, nice and quiet. Don't worry, I'll take it off again when it's time to scream my name." She winked and snapped her fingers again, a thinner band snapping around Sara's neck, which she used right away to pull her up as she stood. Sara struggled to, with her legs still bound, but shakily managed to stand after tucking them under her.

"Let's see. I have a... mh, let's say a 'friend' who lived nearby. I'm sure she won't mind if I borrow her bed for us. And her toys." Mayhem extended the band into a leash and held it over her shoulder as she started walking, forcing Sara to follow with careful hops and skips on her bound legs, made more difficult by the heels. "Did you know mortals make all kinds of toys just to fuck each other with? I swear, they're better at sinning than us!"

Sara grunted and huffed with each jump, trying not to trip or stumble. The heat of the ropes continued to dig into her, she could feel saliva pooling in her mouth, unable to swallow, and she was being led straight past countless mortal couples, hopefully none of whom could actually perceive her.

And then there was the desperate craving. It had been silent at first, but the kiss had brought it out in full force. Her body was practically aching, the tips of her wings twitching, her nipples hard against the fabric of her dress, and moisture between her legs sizzling against the hot rope once it ran far enough down her thighs.

She would not let Mayhem get away with this. She would think of something, eventually.

After she finally fucked her.