Looking at him her eyes were almost as bright as the moon as they glowed. She stood infront of him complete, horns, tail, and now wings. There was nothing left to hide so she let him see everything. Including her intoxicating scent, the smell of lust filled her pores, mixed with her Elisabeth Arden Red Door perfume. She touched his chest and looked at his wings, she knew that this was wrong so why did it feel so good. Well succubuses were like that, they reveled in wrong things but lust and passion she thought should not be on the list of things that are bad. Winry smiled, it was more of a fanged smile of a wolf who was about to make his move. Looking into his eyes, she licked her lips. “You seem afraid although you say you are not. You seem to try so hard to be good even though you want to be bad. You try to change something in this world when you know you can’t. I admire your tenacity but your hope is not here my Angel. I do not possess such a trait of which you have. Hope, freedom, peace, and love are not in my vocabulary. However, Passion, temptation and lust are…” She said as she moaned softly in his ear. She then tried to lead his hand down to touch her ass. “Look at you Angel, is it that hard to maintain such a goody goody persona? Tell me… have you ever spent a night in paradise? Ever frolic in the wonders of passion? Mmm… ever tasted from the cup of ecstasy? Would you like to? Would you like to know what it feels like to be bad…? Let me tell you… it feels so, so good. It’s like a high you’ve never felt before. It’s like water in the desert, heat in the arctic. Let me be your addiction…”