Explanation

I'm speechless. Gods? Goddesses? Are these two...

"John, we do not have much time. We are always quite occupied. You may have guessed my identity by the light you saw earlier. I am Apollo, god of light, order and reason."

"And I am Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty"

"We are here to unlock the power hidden within you John, for you are no mere mortal. You are the direct descendant of Achilles, the great hero who fought at Troy, a mortal who could kill lesser men with a punch," booms Apollo.

"Achilles is my ancestor?" I ask hesitantly, still in disbelief.

"Unfortunately Achilles was not on my side of the war," smiles Aphrodite, again melting me inside, "But that was long enough ago."

Apollo takes a step forward, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Although Achilles could not try to match us gods, he held more power than any mortal since. Even I do not know how his power has passed down to you, whether it has become weaker due to disuse or whether it has strengthened and evolved. However, once you wake, you will begin to notice the powers that have laid dormant within you."

"I'm asleep?"

"Not quite. However, once we are done here, you will think you just woke up in your bed. You will have to learn and train your powers. We do not know them, so you must discover them for yourself," responds Apollo.

"But I don't understand. Achilles died. He had no sons or children," I say, surprised at my own knowledge

"Oh, you think Athena would have let the great Achilles die so easily? A simple arrow to the ankle? No John, he did not die that day. But that is not for us to discuss," whispers Aphrodite, her voice easily audible nevertheless.

"My touch will drive most men mad with lust, but now that you are not most men..." Aphrodite moves towards me, eyes locked in mine, seeming to glimmer with naughtiness.

She grasps my left hand in her right, interlacing my fingers with hers, bringing her body dangerously close to mine. Her touch immediately floods my mind with sexual images, as I picture myself ripping her robes apart and fucking her until the end of days. I realize that my cock has already become rock hard, my body quivering in lust. She smiles, and leans forward until her lips touch mine, the contact sending me into bliss. Her right hand comes up to lightly touch my chest, her lips still locked in mine.

"Enough, Aphrodite, we do not have the time."

Aphrodite breaks our kiss, pulling back and flashing me a radiant smile. I look back at her, longing for her touch again, for those soft, wet lips.

"Not bad. Dazed but functional. So long John," says Aphrodite, winking at me sexily. Never have I ever seen such innocence or sex appeal, as she turns and vanishes.

"Use your powers well John, for one day we will call upon you." Apollo gives me one last nod, and turns away.

He is gone. I am staring at my ceiling, lying in my bed. I bolt straight up.