Conundrum

Her dress was exquisite, red and silky, cut low around her bosom, leaving very little to the imagination. It was a bare-back, but her long, lustrous, black hair covered it. She sipped her wine as she talked to the host, bringing the glass to her lips slowly, and gently tasting the liquid. He sauntered up to them, looking impeccable in his suit, with his bronze hair combed back neatly. She was sharing a joke with the host as he approached, laughing with her head thrown back. The perfect time to join in the conversation. He laughed too, not knowing what the joke was about.
She whipped her head about, her face still full of mirth, and looked at him. Her beauty struck him hard, and for a moment he forgot what he was supposed to say.
"I'm sorry, i hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just couldn't help but overhear," he said, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.
"Oh, that's alright," she gave him a quick look, and turned back.
"I'm Icarus by the way," he said quickly, holding his hand out. It was her turn to smile now. She took the hand.
"Interesting name. I'm Natalie."
"I should have expected that of someone so pretty as yourself." It was a cheesy line, but at least he had got her attention now. The gambit had played off. They started talking and he couldn't help but regard her. She was so perfect, everything a man could ask for. Pale blue coloured eyes looked back at him, captivating. Her pouty lips danced seductively as she talked. With great difficulty, he managed to pull his eyes off her face, and they wandered downwards. Her dress hugged her, stretched taut around her curves. Around her neck was a chain, with a miniature carving of an obelisk hanging from it, nestled protectively in her breasts.
"I got that in a flea market," she said, her voice snapping him out of his reverie. He berated himself for the slip-up. He looked back up at her face, at those eyes again, eyes that seemed to be looking right into him, studying his reaction.
"It looks like its worth a fortune though," he remarked, his face impassive. Her gaze still held him, and she smirked. A hint of doubt crept into him. Maybe she did know how to harness the power of the obelisk talisman. It was an ancient artifact, capable of imparting to its wielder the ability to predict the future, if used correctly. He should have been more careful, he had let her read too much into him and predict his actions. But he still had a few tricks of his own up his sleeve.
"Let me fill that up for you," he offered, taking her empty wine glass.
She was standing when he came back, tall and slim. As he walked up to her, with a glass of wine in each hand, she drifted forward, slipping her hand around his waist, and pressing her lips to his. He tried to concentrate, and not lose himself in her, but he relented as he felt her tongue probe the inside of his mouth. Setting the glasses down, he slipped his hands around her as well, one hand losing itself in her soft hair, and the other slowly sliding down her back. Their tongues intertwined, dancing around each other. She pulled out of it just as his hand reached the soft mounds down on her backside.
"Let's go inside," she whispered. A smile flickered across his face as he watched pick up her wine and down it in one go. He could indulge himself before relieving her off the talisman. Gulping his wine down too, he followed her into a room.
It hit him like a hailstone. Everything started spinning, and he reached out to grab a wall to stop himself from falling. Sharp pain lanced through his head, as the poison started taking effect. She had switched the glasses. He looked at her, his anger showing on his face. He could see three of her, standing near three beds, with her dress sliding off her and falling to the floor. His manhood pressed against his pants, and adrenaline surged through him, as he beheld her in all her naked beauty. The chain was still around her neck, the talisman placed between smooth, rounded breasts, calling to him. He had to get it off her, he shouldn't let it fall into the wrong hands. He stepped forwards, lurching towards her. Objects floated up in front of him, shooting towards him and then darting away. His legs tangled themselves, and he crashed to the floor, dizzy. Loud piercing laughter filled his head. He looked up at her, growling with anger and trying to focus, trying to fight off the drug. After the hallucinations, it was death. She was sitting on the bed, her head thrown back in laughter, and her legs spread wide. He concentrated on the obelisk, ignoring the shapes floating around him, the spinning room, the laughter and the blinding pain. Slowly he dragged himself forwards towards the bed.
"Your a strong one. The poison should have done you in by now. But you can't fight off lust." She pulled his head and pressed it between her legs as he reached the bed. His mouth touched her lower lips, course hair covering his face. His tongue came out, brushing past into her and tasting the wetness inside.
NO, he screamed to himself, pulling away from her. The talisman lay there, just ahead. He snatched it from her neck, and rushed unsteadily to the nearest window. Pushing it open, he propped himself up and dropped onto the ground on the other side. The pain had grown worse, and she was screaming out in rage. There as a road ahead, blurred and shaking. He crawled to it, and a car pulled up in front of him. The door opened and a pair of strong hands pulled him in.
"The antidote," he gasped at the faces looking down on him, blurred beyond recognition. He could feel the life drain out of him, as he fought to hold onto to it. A hand pulled the artifact from his grasp.
"Well done," a voice whispered into his ears. Sadistic laughter followed, echoing in his head.
And then the darkness came.