Tyler slept restlessly, tossing and turning in the enormous bed. Dreams, nightmares, and stressful thoughts plagued his sleep. Some were his own, but many were the Admiral’s. With only a week before their return to the capital, the activity around the Palace had become frenzied. Fortunately, Tyler was exempt from most of the activity as his key role was to prepare for the big gala the Marshall scheduled for their return.
It would kick off with a large press conference outside the Supreme Military Command headquarters where a parade of experts, military personnel, and medical doctors would prepare the public for the miraculous recovery of their National Hero. The Admiral’s staff prepared an exemplary speech Tyler would present, and Tyler had spent the last couple days practicing it before memorizing it perfectly. With the newfound abilities to remember everything, a single speech seemed remarkably easy. However, his delivery still fell short of expectations, but he assured his staff he would have it down before the event despite his lagging confidence.
It was these inadequacies that kept him restless. Though he gained more confidence each day, there were times when the Tyler in him desired to escape into the Universe—to flee where things were simpler. Those thoughts haunted his dreams. Occasionally, memories of Linda drifted through his awareness. Where was she? What was she doing? Had she married? Tyler knew the questions might never be answered, but that only drove him further from the sleep he needed.
He drifted in and out, feeling disconnected from everything around him. Like a remote observer, perhaps like Adanni, he watched himself toss and turn from above. Suddenly, the door to his room opened, a lone figure slipping in through the darkness. The disconnected part of his awareness saw only a shape moving across the floor, but the restless Tyler below him stirred briefly, a glowing figure moving to the bed.
Was this a dream, or was this real? Through tired eyes, he watched the lone figure, their body’s heat a glowing halo. They shed a simple gown, moving gently under the covers beside him. It must have been a dream else why did he feel no level of concern from this intrusion? It felt like a dream despite the soft, warm body reaching out to him.
In the recesses of his sleep-dulled mind, he worked out it must be Eyleeria. Who else in the Palace would dare such a brazen act with their commander? He tried to speak, but delicate fingers reached out, pressing his lips gently. Through his strange night vision, he made out the glowing face next to him but couldn’t accept what he saw. She moved over top of him, and he knew he was dreaming! The angelic face above him was that of Toosia.
Dream or not, he wanted her like no one before. He was mesmerized by her beauty as her naked skin danced with multiple colors flashing in fantastic patterns. He imagined his own skin dancing in response and felt his excitement grow. His hands reached out to caress her body, his fingers exciting her delicate breasts with his touch. The glow of her skin pulsed with excitement, pacing the passion he felt within himself.
The people of Poolto shared a similar anatomy with humans—even their genitalia. Tyler had delved into the Admiral’s memories for examples of love making, and the Admiral’s affair with Eyleeria had, at its peak, been sexually active. The Admiral used the sexual release as his primary stress reducer.
Like humans, the males possessed a penis. Although thin and long, it was completely contained within the body when flaccid. When excited, it moved out to merge with the female. As Tyler penetrated the dream Toosia, both arched with intense pleasure as their skin reacted with a brilliant display of pastel colors. Once inside, Tyler felt himself swell, filling her completely as pleasure took over his mind and senses.
He watched from below as she closed her eyes, throwing her head back rhythmically, moving to the music of their passion. Her skin pulsated with hypnotic colors, and Tyler bonded with an intense feeling of love. So great was the feeling, Tyler wondered how the Admiral had ever left the woman.
As if in slow motion, Tyler watched her arch with an orgasm that made her skin fluoresce a brilliant red. Her genitalia pulsed with excitement, wrapping tighter around him. The pulsing increased, bringing him towards an apex he longed for. With a burst of blinding light, he exploded into her, the release sending cascading waves of pleasure through his body. Toosia responded with greater waves of orgasmic pleasure until Tyler was lost in vertigo.
He had no idea how long the orgasms lasted, or when they had finally separated from each other. The dream was over, and at long last, Tyler fell into a restful sleep. He didn’t care if the dream was only fantasy constructed from the Admiral’s memories. He had needed the release from the stress and anxiety of his new position. Tyler slept a deep and tranquil sleep.