Hello everyone ! It's been a while, but I never stopped to write, I just didn't post. Sorry.

This chapter is probably (who I'm kidding it FULL of mistakes) but I hope you will enjoy it anyway.


Shopping.

Van was making effort everyday as king to be reasonable, just and kind. He want to be a good ruler for his people like his father before him, like Balgus teach him to be and like his mother and brother have dream he would be. It was a huge responsibility in itself and caring for his people was a greater one. It was also really, really frustrating. He is used to not have his way for everything of course, but the constant yapping of some of his advisors make him wish he was more prone to violence and tyranny. It was useless to bother him with project for remodeling the castle with marbles and arts, to put grand and artistic wood carving everywhere and put gold in the halls because he doesn't care for these things. They don't feed his people, he have no use for them, cost way too much and are absolutely tacky.
They wish to show the strength and glory of Fanelia but their ways are not his. This kind of projects were easy to deal with, he don't mind them to much since they manage to put a smile on his face with their extravagant demands.

The reals pain came when one of them broach the subject of his look and attire. They try to say that a new haircut would put a better look for official portraits and may be good for visiting dignitaries. Which mean their daughters in a simpler way. That his attire of the day was perfect to help building back the city but may not be appropriate for the court when he was receiving the complaint of the people. They were always trying to dress him up like some doll, wanting to make him look like an Asturian lord or something. He couldn't care less about his look and each of their attempts lead to arguments. He have better things to do than that.

His father had looked like a warrior, which was normal since he was one, his armor full of scratch marks and nicks, but Van was not his father and had no use for an armor since Fanelia was at peace. He still have one, anything else would be foolish and another for ceremonies, but he don't wear them often. Folken had looked like a scholar, and it was reflecting his mind perfectly, and he don't recall anyone saying anything about his late brother look. So why do they bother him with the way he dress? He like plain shirts and tunics and sturdy pants, the kind of outfits that let him free of his movements what was so wrong with it? At least he look like himself, that and he know Hitomi like the way he look : approachable. He like the idea that he was not intimidating or perceived as dangerous when he can be, or that people can see him as he is. He have a few fancy attire for officials ceremonies and parties but they seem to not be fancy enough for his advisors. The same subject keep coming back with his advisors and it was getting tiresome and today the issue had drag on for what seems like hours. That night Van dropped on his king size bed, one of his only indulgence to luxury since he like being able to toss and turn at peace. He closed his eyes thinking that such trivial things like clothing shouldn't matter so much.

When he opened his eyes he had to close them again because everything was way too bright for him. He was sitting in some kind of plush couch and he could distinctly hear the sound of water just behind him. It was muffling a part of the ambient noises, the kind made by a lot of people in a confined place. Kind of a market place, which was strange since Van was pretty sure to be inside. He reopened his eyes to see where he was, and assert the situation. What kind of visions was he having this time?

He was inside alright, and was in some kind of shop for what he can tell. There was row upon row of colorful ware but he was not interested in what it could be for now. The artificial light was clear and pretty strong, light colored wooden floor polished to a point where he could see his reflection in it, everything looked too artificial for him but it was Hitomi world so he suppose it was normal. He sometimes wonder if she felt like this on Gaea, a bit lost by what she saw there. Behind the couch there was a fountain, a strange place for such thing, but the sound was relaxing compared to the ambient noise of passerby. The couch itself was facing some kind of small empty space with a curtain, a changing room maybe? Until now this dream vision, was refreshing and calm. The only thing missing was his beloved…

Speaking of her, here she was. Just entering his sight with her friend Yukari, she have this sweet smile upon her lips. She often talk about her friend, how they met as kids and how they fight sometimes. He prefer when she talk about her friend Yukari or her other female friends than when she talk about her others friends and acquaintances, the male ones in particular, like this Amano guy. He was not jealous! Just a tiny bit angsty, which was normal for him who got so much emotional baggage with losing people he care about.
Anyway, she was radiant when she smile. This dream was really nice if he was to witness Hitomi and her friend having a peaceful afternoon. They were reaching a row out of his current position sight, that when he realise he couldn't move from his position. He could look around but not get off the couch. It wasn't ideal but it will do, since his very first vision when he was fifteen he learned to accept to go with the flow of the vision he was in. He shook his head and turned as much as he can to see where Hitomi was and what she was doing. That way he saw what kind of things she was purchasing and blink.

What was…? No. He must be wrong, he would have noticed earlier if he was… Right? There was no way he, the Dragon King of Fanelia, Dragon Slayer, Victor of the Destiny War, Fang of Arsas, one of the Builder of the New Era, Last of the Fanel Line, was in this kind of place.

No, nope, nu hu, no way, his eyes were not seeing right.
The sound of the girls giggles and the sight of their blushing face bring him back to the cold, cruel fact of reality.
He was, to his mortification, definitely in a lingerie shop. The colorful ware he hadn't bother to identify earlier were now mocking him with their cheerful colors, indecent shapes and purpose. At least Hitomi have no idea what he was the witness of, Dryden would laugh his ass off if he were to know of his predicament, just like the Crusade crew in fact. They would encourage him to enjoy the show even. Idiots the lot of them.

As his heart rate grow with his panic, Hitomi came back near him with her friend in tow. Their arms were full with the scandalous items and he could feel sweat forming on his brow, trying to breath evenly and not focusing on anything else than a point in front of him. It would have worked, had he not heard them.

"Go on Hitomi! You have to try every set as you promised, and I will pay for one as a gift." Yukari seemed really excited.
"I still don't know why you insist for buying me new lingerie, I have enough you know?" What was she saying? Did her friend bought her underwear for fun?
"Yeah, but nothing sexy! It's high time you own a pair of dazzling panties. Men absolutely adore women who got sexy underwear trust me." Van could feel his cheeks burning. He was forced to admit it was true that a woman in her underthings can lit the fire of desire in a man. He was only human afterall.
"I don't need men to know I own sexy underwears! How many time do I have to tell you to leave my love life alone?" Hitomi was looking like it's was not the first time they had this conversation. Even if he was not going to reveal his discovering to her, Van was a bit excited to know Hitomi was owning some enticing unmentionable. He just hope he was the only one going to get near them.
"A billion at least, and I told you: alone is boooooring. Anyway you don't have to show them to anyone if you don't want to. No matter it's a shame to own some and not let anyone enjoy the view. But think of it a as a ritual of passage to pass from girl to woman! Once you will have tried some of those on you, you will understand how confident one can feel when wearing smoking hot undies." This girl was something else. She was enthousiast that was sure, and she remind him a bit of Merle. He understood why she was Hitomi best friend.
"Why do I keep up with you? Won't you try a few yourself?" Even with her smile Van can tell Hitomi was a bit embarrassed. She don't want to do this alone it seem, and by what he could see of their selection of goods it was going to take a moment to go through it all.
"Not today, right now we are here for you miss "mysterious long distance relationship". One day you will cave in and tell me everything!" Van couldn't help but let out a chuckle. This girl motivation was impressive, and a bit embarrassing.
"Okay you won, for now. Let's start with this "initiation", this pastel one look cute can I try this one first?" Hitomi looked resigned, but the light smile on her lips was a clear sign she doesn't mind so much.
"Sure go in there. I will sit on the couch and remember: I want to see every set on you!" She have such authority in her voice, Van was surprised she wasn't some kind of leader. She must be a force to recon with.

With their exchange overs began Van metaphorical walk through the circles of hell. Shape and colors danced in front of his eyes, taunting him without mercy. The curtain of Hitomi cabin was constantly pull open by her friend when she took to much time to show herself and each and every time Van breath was stolen, his blood was boiling in his veins and his heart ready to burst. His pants had become way too tight after the first ensemble Hitomi showed herself in. The pastel garment looked painted on her skin, the light color making her skin tone more obvious. The temperature of the room had an immediate effect on her, making her skin erupt in goose bump , and making her nipple rises against the shimmering fabric. She was blushing while asking her friend if this looking good on her. The apparition of Hitomi clad in so little fabric made Van squirm in his sit. His hard on tainted wish shame because Yukari was sitting right next to him, completely oblivious so his astral presence, and predicament. He clenched his fist on his knees, but couldn't took his eyes of the sight of his betrothed turning on herself as her friend instructed. Dragon god he wish he could do something.

"It's pretty but it's still too tamed. Try something more wild will you?" More wild? What does she mean? What Hitomi was wearing was already more than wild enough in his book.

Every scrap of fabric that adorned his beloved skin was a dagger to his soul, her blushing cheeks were a wonder and it was putting a touch of innocence to this vision, no matter how scantily clad she was her face remain the epitome of purity. He was going mad with both lust, desire and shame for assisting to this scene. If only Yukari could stop asking her to take poses, like bending to show more of her chest. Damn, he knew his beloved got fantastic legs, but he had never see them exposed like this. Nor had he ever dreamed before he would have a private show where he could admire her backside clad in so little material.

Set after set Van was losing himself in the dream vision. Pink, black, pastel, green, red, every colors was being tried, alongside different shapes and materials like silk, satin, cotton, lace and nylon. High-cut briefs with seamless bra were Hitomi favorites since it was comfortable and useful but Yukari kept pushing her to try more revealing and mature things. He let out a moan of utter pleasure when she tried a red push up bra with a matching tanga, the pink of her aureola barely showing. Her cleavage looked like it was trying to get out of it's silky prison. Pearls and ribbons were added to some sets, and he saw her wear one set with a panther pattern who was both enticing and disturbing. Somehow he was glad they were not aware of his presence for he was letting lore and more moans of pleasure at the display.

The more time pass the more Van learned about female underthings and curiously colors. To him some of the colors they were talking about were the same (what was the difference between light pink and peach?). Words like briefs, tanga and thong, brassieres and bikini, push-up and G-string were swimming in his head with vivid examples of what was what to assure he wouldn't forget. Until now his knowledge about female unmentionables was limited to simple bloomers and corsets, he had no ideas there was so much he didn't know. Watching his precious seer in pearl white satin and lace garments like a bride on her wedding night gave him a pang of longing for the day they would be together. She was so sexy in this one, he just want to grab her, and sit her on his knee. Make her feel just how much he want her. Touch her overexposed skin all over, make her grind against his aching loins. Let her feel pleasure at his hands and hear her whine his name. This vision was way too much. Until then this experience in the women queendom of silk and maddening shapes and colors was wearing his sanity to shred.

Dragon God Hitomi was unconsciously waking a beast when she tried a black strapless bra with a matching boxer where a red ribbon was highlighting the sides of her body. It was following the curve of her breasts in a sinful way, and the thin material was pulled taut against her nipples. It was absolutely dashing. There was a tiny red dragon stitched on the back of her boxer, emphasizing the curve of her rear and making his hands itch to squeeze the flesh hidden behind the light material. The claws of the dragons were spread like they were squishing her flesh. Van would have given anything to be able to put his hands where the dragon claws were at. Instead he had to suffer as Yukari asked her best friend to sway her hips to see if the dragon could give "catch me" vibe as she called it.

Hitomi was his queen, the sole ruler of his heart and being, but he can't go on with this torture. Seeing her giggle when she was only clad in green camisole and panties while her friend try to coax her to try on stockings… It was too much for him. He would like to say he could gorge himself with the sight of his beloved but the truth was can't stand this situation anymore. He want to take her in his arm and feel her skin against him. He want her lips to part, and his name coming out of them before he ravish them thoroughly. He want this sight to be his alone and not something any female can say she had seen. He want her to let her hands move over him like she had touch the fabric of her underwears. He want to feel by himself the texture of the things she had tried on, on her skin. To sample in the warmth she exuded in them, and make her squirm. He want friction, and no witness.
He can't think of any man suicidal enough to set a foot in this shop unless he want to commit suicide by female exposure. He just want some alone time with his girlfriend and not have to share with anyone else; or that time be the result of their link and powers in their mind. His skin felt to tight, his cock was hurting with how much he want to touch himself. Van lower his eyes and kept his mind in a little circle of "if I could", he didn't realise the girls were finished and ready to go, but their voice bring him back to the present.

"Okay Yukari you win. You manage to convince me that I can feel sexy and powerful in lingerie and I will come back for a few set once I have the needs and founds. In the meantime I will choose this set because it suit me perfectly. BUT I still prefer simple garment." Hitomi was smiling, she looked a bit tired yet really happy. Her cheeks were a bit red too, she wasn't used to try so many exotics items.

"Told you. I'm always right you should know better than doubt my words. Every sentence that come out of my lips is wisdom." That Yukari girl sure looked proud of herself, puffing her chest up, and looking victorious. To think his show had been her doing was really bothering, yet deep inside, under his lust for Hitomi, he was grateful to her for this moment.

"And your ankles are swelling and filling the whole room. You know know I don't care much about appearance and style, but I must admit that owning an outfit in which you feel good is nice. It's like having an armor against bad days, you exude confidence just by wearing it no matter what it is. I must admit that maybe, just maybe, sexy underwear can be a close second to this favorite garment. Anyway I don't see why you can't wear what make you feel comfortable and let the world see you as who you are." Hitomi was always telling strange things, yet they warms him deeply.

"Strange words from a strange girl, but I understand what you mean. We have to abide to so many things and rules already so why can't we have some comfort clothes to feel better about it? On another topic I swear that I want you to wear these babies Hitomi. You will rock the world in them and snatch a guy by just walking in front of him! I will put them on you by force if I had to, you know I will." It was disturbing to see her eyes take a predatory glint, and he would prefer if Hitomi would put on her unmentionables alone, and let HIM take them off.

It was with wide eyes that Van saw what Hitomi choose for herself, and finally felt his body react to finally stand and reach for her the vision fade to black. Van woke abruptly sucking in a breath, like he had stayed underwater too long, his whole body covered in perspiration and a fierce desire to grasp Hitomi and show her how much he love her as a man. His body was screaming for release and he wouldn't be able to go to sleep again this night before it was taken care of. By the faint light coming from the window, the sun wasn't going to show before a long time. His precious seer gave him things to do with this visions and new material for lonely nights, he will have to get her back for this. Thanks to her best friend, maybe he should thank her one day?

She also gave him the answer to his recurring problem with his advisors regarding his royals attires. He would find an outfit who suit him and make him feel good, something in which he could show who he is. It would surely take some time but his advisors won't be able to say anything anymore, he won't allow it. He was Van Slanzar De Fanel, King of Fanelia, Dragon King of Fanelia, Victor of the Destiny War, Fang of Arsas. He was also Van the draconian, one of the finest swordmaster of Gaea, friend to the beast men, and in the near future he won't be the last of the Fanel line because he was the lover of Hitomi Kanzaki. To her he was just Van, and that was enough.

It took a while but Van closed his eyes to gain a few more hours of sleep. He had take care of his pulsing erection, and end up biting back groan of pleasure that could have been too loud, all of them the name of his love. A content smile on his lips he pushed aside his latent frustrations to his lonely bed, and took note to have a seamstress mandated to make a few set of undergarments with specific measurement for Hitomi next visit. He want to see her in more traditional things, he will even ask her to show him if they fit her...

(Author's note: I may have a thing with lingerie… I mean it's the third time it became a thing in a fic of mine. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the show! I kept it nice and sweet I think, and Van was spared the stray thought of his mother or Merle own underwears! Aren't I nice? I like the guy but he is too fun to tease.)