Rub the lotion on Nyllia.

"Are you sure this is all right?" you ask.

"Why would it not be?" she replies.

You squeeze a decent amount of the lotion onto your palm, toss the bottle side, and begin rubbing your hands together. Your hands push down along the body of the fair elven maiden. Her skin is incredibly smooth and clear, like an elf of legend. You've seen it before, that day in the river, though all you did was watch from afar. Now your hands are in full contact with her half-naked body, and she asked you to do it. Your fingers part her hair to the side and rub along her supple neck before moving to slip them across her shoulders. You trail your hands back down her slender figure, across her back down to the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

With one of her hands, she moves a hand down to press a finger against the side of her chest. "Everywhere, please," she says as she peeks an eye up towards you. She then lays back down again.

You accept her request, moving your hands back up along the sides of her stomach to begin pushing against the soft tissue of her cleavage squishing against her unstrapped bikini top. Your fingers curl around them, and you knead your hands into the sides of her tits for perhaps a longer moment than needed. You hear her sigh softly, encouraging you to continue, but you know you can't do it forever. Your hands move together again, and you glide your thumbs down her spine back to rear.

Her long, elven legs feel great in your hands as you feel down to her feet, and then back up again, though along her inner thighs. You get a tantalizing response out of her as your thumbs reach between her legs--a gentle, whispering moan. You feel along the curves of her ass cheeks, bouncing them slowly forward and back as you massage the lotion into her skin. You can't imagine what Bill and Phil would say to you doing this to their proud, just paladin of light.

Your cock tingles.

Next, your hands glide all the way back up her body as you remember one more part you want to feel--her ears. You wouldn't want those to burn after all. You rub your fingers along the lobes, and then up to the pointed tips. She lets out a more audible sound of relaxed pleasure, but she then raises one of her hands to grasp one of yours.

"That feels really nice," she whispers. "But that's enough for now, Kyle."

"Sorry about that."

"Did I say I did not enjoy it? Now you should put some of that lotion on too. I do not want you to burn either."

She's not wrong. It isn't just girls that burn in the sun. You squeeze nearly the remainder of the sunscreen into your hands and start applying it to yourself. As you do, she reaches back and ties back up her top, and then pulls up from the towel to kneel in the sand beside it. She watches you patiently.

"I--" You start to question her, but she cuts you off.

"Please lay down. I need to repay the favour." She lowers her lids and peers at you with a smug, playful expression. "It is the honour of a paladin."

You don't argue with that. The towel is warm beneath you. With a long sigh, you rest your stomach down against the soft woollen towel, and lay your cheek against the crossed arms beneath your head. You can't quite see her from this angle, besides the edge of her leg through your peripheral vision, though you assume her to be getting the lotion ready.

"Here it comes," she says before pressing her hands against your back. She may be powerful, but right now, her hands are delicate. They climb up your back and over your shoulders, where she spends a moment relaxing your body with a much-needed massage.

After slipping her fingers up and down your arms, she caresses down your sides, and brings her hands together to knead into your lower back. They brush over the back of your trunks before snaking down your legs all the way to your feet. Through it all, it becomes impossible to keep your cock down for a moment longer. You saw her garbed in nothing but a bathing suit, proceeded to feel her up and down, and now she's feeling you. With your groin pushing up against the ground, the stimulation is too much. Your cock starts rising up behind the thin fabric of your swimming trunks, causing you to tilt slightly to the side.

Nyllia smiles warmly. "I was getting worried."

You peer up, though making sure to keep yourself covered. "Worried of what?"

"That I was not doing a good enough job... but now I can see that I definitely was." She winks.

"But--"

"Shh. Take a moment to rest before the other girls see." She readjusts her bikini and stands up beside you.

Your eyes peer up the shapely body looming overhead. "Thanks. I might need a few."

She chuckles as she begins stepping away. "I will see you later."

As great as she is, it's a relief when she leaves you be. Lady Tesgella heads off elsewhere on the beach for the time being, giving you a chance to take a breather.