Aphrodite

Suddenly a blinding light again pierces my eyes.

The brightness fades rapidly this time, and in front of me stands Aphrodite, in all her beauty. Even her scent is irresistible, her whole figure a sensory overload.

"Good question," purrs Aphrodite, her voice music to my eyes. Hearing her voice again stimulates me, as I feel my already rapidly hardening cock jerk up.

She begins to walk towards me, swinging her hips side to side, her tits swaying ever so slightly beneath those spotless golden robes. I have no doubt she can make a man orgasm just by walking towards him.

"And," she lifts a finger up as she reaches me, placing it on my chest, "I'm afraid now would not be a good time to tell anyone."

Aphrodite begins to draw small circles on my chest with her index finger, my eyes closing in pleasure from her touch. "You must learn all your powers first, and then you must learn to understand them, and their effects. Once you truly understand your gifts, you may chose to tell about them as you wish. Until then..."

She brings her finger up to her lips and makes a shh motion. "You know, I think you are quite a handsome mortal. Or maybe, I just love that you are a descendant of Achilles. Oh how tasty I always thought he was."

Aphrodite smiles sexily, darting out her tongue to lick her lips. It takes all my self control to not kiss her right there - although I doubt I could anyways, unless she let me.

My wish is granted though, as she leans in, and our lips meet. Passion overcomes me, as I immediately wrap my arms around the goddess, pulling her into my body, my rock hard cock pushing into her. I feel her lips part ever so slightly and I do the same. Our tongues dart out, and they meet, for a second. Just as her tongue wets mine, I realize she is gone.

I open my eyes, standing alone on the soccer field again. My cock is rock hard and pulsing in my jeans. I swear I'm impossibly close to an orgasm - perhaps Aphrodite can manipulate a mortal's orgasm as she pleases, pushing me to the edge, and yet keeping me from orgasm.

Even as I stand, my memory of her fades, only a vague image of her remaining. I remember little, except the indisputable fact she is the most gorgeous of all, the goddess of love, pleasure and beauty.