The grove had transformed into a surreal, golden-green cathedral. The hyper-charged trees reached toward the moon with leaves that shimmered like emerald glass, and the air was thick with the intoxicating scent of crushed nectar and jasmine. In the center of this radiant paradise, **Siris** lay trembling, her body a high-tension wire of over-stimulated Aether.
Caelum didn't hesitate. He knelt between her **long, powerful legs**, his prismatic aura casting a warm, shimmering light over her flushed skin. Siris's emerald eyes were unfocused, her **full, pouting lips** parted in a ragged breath. She was no longer the stoic Knight-Scout; she was a creature of pure, unbridled sensation.
As Caelum stripped away the remains of her training leotard, the moonlight caught the **sweat-slicked perfection of her athletic frame**. Her **breasts were firm and heavy**, the nipples dark and erect from the magical overcharge. Her **toned, muscular stomach** rippled with every shuddering breath, and her **wide, powerful hips** twitched with a primal hunger.
When he entered her, the contact was like a lightning strike.
Siris let out a sharp, guttural cry, her **strong thighs** immediately wrapping around Caelum's waist, locking him in a desperate, grinding embrace. The friction was unlike anything Caelum had felt before—Siris's Wood Aether made her internal walls feel like velvet-wrapped iron, squeezing him with the strength of a tightening vine.
The "Harvest" was a masterpiece of carnal energy. Every thrust from Caelum sent a surge of **Prismatic Gold** into her core, which her over-saturated body converted into even more sensation. The sound of their union—the **wet, rhythmic clapping of Siris's firm buttocks** against the moss and the desperate, melodic moans of the Knight—filled the grove. Siris's **braided moss-green hair** came undone, spilling across the grass like a wild thicket as she bucked and arched, her body seeking to consume every drop of the "Sun" he was providing.