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“What do you mean, our problems are solved?”

“Just what I said, Rigour. I figured it all out.”

The ivory-colored dragon seemed dubious at best as he walked alongside his rider, though the woods towards a rather secluded glade that they enjoyed visiting from time to time. “Just like that? It wasn’t even that long ago that you said it seemed hopeless, Cathtan. And you want me to believe that all of a sudden it’s no big deal anymore?”

“I totally understand your doubts, Rig. But essentially, everything’s taken care of, or going to be.”

“…Essentially? So it’s not actually solved, then.”

Cathtan chuckled a bit. “It’s solved, don’t worry. It’s just also not completed. But we’re on our way towards that, too.”

Rigour was a bit dubious. Cathtan was being coy with his responses, and it was unusual for the human to be coy when there wasn’t something a lot more to the story. He would know - they’d been bonded for six years now. Dragon and rider for the Tilton Air Knights, together through thick and thin, though for the most part it had been thick. Things were fairly peaceful, and their spates of combat hadn’t been too frequent or intense, something neither of them had any particular problem with.

It had been a good match from the very start. Even by appearance, they seemed to fit together - Cathtan the lean and limber sort, slightly tall for a rider but lightweight enough that it wasn’t an issue, fair-skinned and blue-eyed with light-colored shirt hair, almost as bright in appearance as Rigour’s ivory scales and sapphire eyes. The two had a good mesh of personality as well - both of them able to be serious when it mattered and relaxed when it didn’t, able to banter off of each other, razz each other a bit without getting too personal, and talk very frankly and personally with each other…all things that one would hope would be present between a rider and bonded dragon, but that sadly wasn’t necessarily a given, even with a bond.

Getting along, of course, was only one part on it; they also had to be capable in the air and in combat, which was an important part of being in the air knights. Even if they weren’t hunting for fights, mounting an aerial defense was critical to the security of the kingdom of Tilton, and they had to be ready and able to do their duty. And Cathtan and Rigour had pushed themselves to be worthy, getting stronger and more skilled with every season. Where Cathtan had once struggled to wield the polearm weapons typical of their unit, he now could swing them with aplomb, knowing precisely where and how to avoid collateral damage to the wings of his partner. And where Rigour had been initially extremely nervous about anything more than upright flying, he now had gotten very comfortable with lots of advanced aerial maneuvers, ensuring that he could avoid a lot of the danger than came his way in the middle of a sky battle, secure in the knowledge that their bond would keep Cathtan on his back - the magic of a bond made them all but inseparable when Cathtan was riding him.

Most of their time was spent together, either in training or in relaxation. Cathtan and Rigour were largely inseparable - if you saw one without the other, it was usually because it was absolutely necessary, and that typically only happened because Cathtan had to go inside certain buildings where Rigour couldn’t fit. Being a riding dragon, Rigour wasn’t huge, and in some cases he could go inside just fine, but there were places where it was hard to get around or things were breakable, and it was just for the best that he stayed away. Otherwise, they were almost attached to each other, and life was good.

It wasn’t so good as of late, though…and not for a typical reason.

It had happened during a training session a couple of months back. It was a flame shooting exercise, the dragon having to follow a magic target and hit it with fire breath - one of several options available to most riding dragons, but a tried and true traditional one that tended to be very good against non-dragon aerial threats, so it was the one that tended to get the most practice. Rigour was typically quite good at these, and he was trying to get a bit fancy and show off a bit, with Cathtan encouraging him. They were swooping around a bit more than normal, causing the target to veer away from the usual course, but they didn’t mind, it was up in the air, there was nothing really dangerous up there for them to worry about.

The problem was, it wasn’t THEIR safety that was put at risk…the fast-moving target was meant to be hard to hit, and one of Rigour’s launched fireballs was quickly evaded. And it was sailing downward…right into the house of a wealthy noble, Loftin Sacre. They had scrambled to descend and assist with putting things out, but the damage was not insignificant - and because it hadn’t been official business, Tilton wasn’t covering the damages, meaning Cathtan and Rigour were on the hook for it. And Loftin had put forth a rather sizable bill, and he wasn’t playing games - he wanted repayment SOON, or he would tack on interest, which Cathtan protested to no avail.

It had been a stressful bit for the two of them. Both of them accepted that they were responsible - Cathtan had done nothing to discourage Rigour or attend to the risk, so he was just as liable as the actual fireballer. But they didn’t have the money to pay their debt - being an Air Knight was prestigious, but not especially lucrative. Even if they had sold all they had and emptied their coffers, they wouldn’t have come close to the demand - an absurd amount, in their opinion, but they had no leverage, the fault was unmistakably theirs. And Loftin had turned down even the notion of service - he wanted it in coin, without fail. Which did leave a question of how he was expected to collect if they didn’t meet his deadline, but that wasn’t something they wanted to test.

It had been weighing on them both ever since that day, and so it was hard for Rigour to believe that it could all be over just like that. Cathtan seemed so sure of himself, though…he didn’t play games when he wasn’t. “Okay, you’re dancing around something, I can tell. Out with it, what’s going on? There’s no way you scrounged up all that money without me noticing, we haven’t been apart long enough for that.”

“You’re right, we haven’t been, but I can assure you, we will have no more trouble from Loftin. He has been paid in full, and I received assurance from him earlier today that he has released us from any further demands.”

“That was the letter you got today? I thought you seemed unusually happy. But that still leaves the question of how you paid him.”

“Well…to be accurate, I didn’t pay him. The kingdom of Pelthranth did.”

The dragon jerked his head around to stare at his rider. “Pelthranth?! What? Why? Why would they care at all about paying off your debts? They barely have anything to do with us, outside of a trade alliance there’s barely a connection between our kingdoms, much less something worthy of this!”

“Well, that’s why we’re out here today. And, ah, here we are…” Cathtan slowed, as the trees started to part a bit. The sun shone brightly through the canopy on their little glade, a spot that only the two of them ever seemed to tread, out of the way enough to be peaceful but not interesting enough to draw the attention of others. Yet, something was different today, and it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out what, as Rigour’s eyes were drawn to the frame standing in the grass.

“…What is that and how did it get here?”

“How? Magic. What? Where the magic will happen.”

“…Huh? You’re being super confusing, Cathtan.”

“I know. That’s because I wanted to make sure we were well and truly alone and ready before I went into things.” Cathtan patted the dragon’s head, leaning into him a bit. “Do you remember, a few days ago, how you were confused because my scent had changed?”

“Of course. And I still think it smells different from how it used to, no matter what you say.”

“Well, you’re probably right. And there’s a reason for it.” Cathtan stepped forward and began to disrobe, pulling off his plain shirt and casting it aside, as well as kicking off his shoes. There was no shyness with him, not that there needed to be, Rigour had seen all of him…or so the dragon thought, which was why he got such a shock when the human dropped his trousers and dismissed them as well. Between Cathtan’s legs, rather than the masculine organs Rigour was familiar with, was a set of pussy lips, already glinting with wetness - something that had definitely NOT been the case last time he’d actually seen down there.

“C-cathtan?! What…what’s going on?!”

“Heh, I guessed you’d be pretty shocked about that…I scarcely thought I’d be able to keep the secret from you.” Cathtan stretched, spreading his legs a bit to put himself on display; he could tell Rigour’s reaction, though mostly shock, also contained something else, just as he’d hoped - he, too, had a good sense of the scent of his dragon. As close as they were, they had never been THAT sort of close - such things did happen from time to time, and the Air Knights didn’t really have any position on it apart from not letting it disrupt actual business, but although the suggestion had been made by others here and there, they’d not actually gone to that length. Not for any real serious opposition to it, to be sure…if Cathtan had asked, Rigour wouldn’t have denied him, but humans could be finicky about those kinds of things, so he didn’t push it, knowing that if Cathtan wanted to make a serious push he would be obvious about it. But they were familiar with each other’s arousal, it was simply one of those natural things that came about and they could tease each other over. This, though…this was no tease, this was about as ‘obvious’ as it got.

For Rigour, the explanation of the scent change was now clear - and although he was trying not to admit it, it was triggering an arousal he wasn’t prepared for. Not just because it was Cathtan, who he cared about deeply and always enjoyed the scent of, but because there was a powerful undercurrent of fertility - and not just any fertility, but a fertility most amenable to dragons. “I…what? How did you…why did you…”

“I suppose I should lay it out in simple terms.” Cathtan stepped forward, planting a kiss on the dragon’s head, and intensifying the scent of him that he could tell was working up Rigour even through the confusion. “I made a deal with Pelthranth. They paid our debt to Loftin, in exchange for me taking on a debt to them. But my agreement with them doesn’t involve money, but rather trade…they’re trying to expand their dragonriding corps, but their dragons lack diversity because of how the previous king had them breed, and they’ve lost some to birth disease. To settle my debt with them, I’m to provide them with dragon eggs, which they can use to create healthier generations. And…well, there may be a few ways to get dragon eggs, but only one of them would let you and I both be part of getting them.”

That was a hell of a way to make something happen! Rigour’s head was still a bit fried at the suddenness of it all, trying to process what he was hearing…Cathtan wasn’t just offering pleasure, he outright wanted to be bred. And suddenly the presence of that stand was a lot clearer…it was a breeding rack, that was the only thing it could have been. Cathtan clearly hadn’t just thought of this spur-of-the-moment, he’d been planning this. “That…you…a-are you sure? That…whatever magic you used, I don’t know what it was, but…breeding, that…that’s a…there’s usually no going back after that…”

Cathtan chuckled, giving a little dismissive wave. “Go back for what? What did I ever use it for, other than just to jerk myself to thinking about you while stewing in denial about what I really wanted? I thought for too long that I was just lonely and desperate, that all I needed was to try to find the right girl to stir my loins…if I’d been less a fool, I’d’ve realized long ago that there was a reason I only ever felt desire for your kind, and you above all others. I don’t care if they call me deviant or sinful, they can call me whatever they want as long as I can be with you. And if I can, I’d much rather be flogging your cock than mine…I was never as satisfied as I wanted to be with self-pleasure, I’m sure you’ll do far better.”

Part of Rigour wanted to protest that Cathtan needn’t have gone so far to seek his attentions…the other part was making an emphatic case for this being better than anything he could have imagined. Cathtan, the one he was closest to, desiring him so deeply, combined with the primal excitement of getting to actually breed…the pre drooling from the tip of his cock was making clear which side was winning. He was packing quite the potent tool between his legs, jutting out of a normally almost-hidden slit, which was stretched wide now to show off his endowment - a thick, ridged, knotted organ, with a bulging head with a tip that was recessed, the end of it somewhat wider and blunter. Cathtan had seen it numerous times before, but never with intents on allowing it passage into him…he knew Rigour was drawn to the idea, and he decided to go in for the certain kill. Now he stepped back from Rigour, walking towards the breeding rack…this had probably been a bit unnecessary, Rigour would easily be able to mount him without it, but it fulfilled another little fantasy that Cathtan had realized he had, and if he was going for it, why not go all out?

He climbed onto the rack, looking it over to make sure he knew what he needed to do. It was a special design - meant specifically for humans to be mounted by dragons, something that probably raised some questions that a design like this existed without Cathtan having to figure out what it needed to look like, but as far as he was concerned it just meant that he couldn’t have been as shockingly twisted in his tastes as some might have thought. The body of it was padded and recessed, meaning that a dragon could put his weight down on it and, while his belly would make contact with the human’s back, it would be laying more on the cushions than the human, so that his weight wouldn’t crush the one he was mounting. There were bracing platforms in the front and back for the dragon, allowing them to grip tight and not slide around as they were ravaging their breeding bitch, allowing them to put their all into it. And there were gaps in the cushions leading to some spaces in the rig to put his arms and legs…these had a special purpose to them than Cathtan was eager to demonstrate to Rigour.

He positioned himself on the matted body, certain he could feel Rigour’s gaze locked in on him as he shifted into position, the dragon stepping closer without even realizing it. He passed his legs through the rear holes, which forced them apart and put his snatch on full display, right in Rigour’s line of sight…if that didn’t get his dragon’s crank turning, he would have to be all but dead. Sidling back a bit, he laid his front half down, slipping his arms through the front holes, getting nice and comfortable in his snug safe spot. Now came the best part…he slipped his hands and feet into some well-positioned spaces in the rig, getting himself braced a bit with some handholds and settling into a comfortable position. And then, once he was there, he pressed firmly on all four…and there was a loud clank, and he felt his wrists and ankles get caught up nice and tight, the special trap stocks snapping shut firmly. He moaned a bit as he tested them…there was no way he was pulling out of them, they were tight as could be.

“Heh…well, now I’m in a bit of a bind…quite literally. This rack’s got a special feature…I can get in and press just right, and I’ll be locked in, nice and tight…but I can’t unlock it. It can only be unlocked from the outside…by, say, a dragon who’s just gotten done breeding his eager bitch to his heart’s content. Do you think there are any dragons around here who might just want to do something like that?”

It was a pretty cheeky tease, but Cathtan had no doubt it would be effective. And he was more than right - that put everything to rest for Rigour. Cathtan had just made himself completely helpless to him, willingly, ensuring that there was nothing he could do to stop Rigour from breeding him…if everything else already hadn’t been enough, that blatant concession of power, deference and submission to Rigour, flared those draconic instincts to life like little else could. Always so restrained, always so even, Rigour was good at keeping down the basal side of him - most riding dragons were, if they were any good at what they did. But that didn’t mean they weren’t there, or that they weren’t enjoyed…Rigour had been given free latitude to cut loose ALL his inhibitions. And that settled that - all doubt, all reservation was dismissed from him for good. Cathtan wanted to be a breeding bitch, Rigour was going to make SURE he got what he wanted.

The rig creaked a bit as he clambered onto it, his stomach rubbing along the pads and over Cathtan’s back, making the human gasp as he felt the weight of dragon come down over him. Not all on top of him, but there was enough of it that he could feel the pressure, as much as he safely could. He ducked his head down towards Cathtan’s ear, growling lasciviously. “I never knew you had this side to you, Cath…this wanton, slutty side…” He could feel Cathtan shiver at those words, excitement coursing through his human as Rigour took his position, not just in space but in attitude. He slid into his spot, hindlegs gripping the platforms, a recess for his toe claws to lock in and make them more secure, and his forepaws gripping onto their own handles in front. His thick cock pushed up against Cathtan’s lower lips, it’s position absolutely perfect to slide in without trouble; the human moaned as he felt the heat and wetness nudge him, promising the world to him. “Maybe you’re right, you shouldn’t have a cock…it would be cruel to deny you the feeling of being mounted and claimed like a proper breeding bitch…I’ll make sure you never have to worry about having one again. I’m going to ruin you for malehood and for humans, you’ll crave dragon dick until you’re dry and barren. And that’s what you WANT, isn’t it?”

Cathtan couldn’t have nodded fast enough - this was exactly what he wanted, Rigour unrestrained, eager to breed him, going all out. “Rig, please…fuck me, ruin me, claim me, breed me! Whatever you want, do it!”

The perfect words, as far as Rigour was concerned…bracing himself nicely, he surged in, driving several inches of his cock in immediately. Cathtan gasped and then cried out as the surge hit him, the feeling of being filled taking a moment to catch up in his brain, but then pummeling him HARD…there was a pleasure there that he hadn’t ever felt before, couldn’t have imagined before, and was now overwhelming him right off the bat - and that was just the start of it! He felt incredibly full already, his body stretched to accommodate that sensational draconic girth…it was hard to see given their positions, but Cathtan was sure that it could have been seen from outside him, how much he was having to warp to take that thick tool. Something so big should have been dangerous to push in so abruptly, but not between them…the magic of the rider’s compact protected them from harming each other, a vitally important feature for fighting in the sky with long and dangerous weapons. And that magic was well in effect here, a gentle buzz through Cathtan’s midsection and spreading through him, dulling any discomfort and allowing the raw pleasure to shine through.

And Rigour was just getting started. Slowly the dragon pulled out, letting each of those ridges pop out of Cathtan’s pussy very deliberately, getting more moans and gasps from the human, before driving back in, just a little bit deeper, eliciting another cry from Cathtan. Oh, he was really enjoying how responsive his human was, squirming and ever so vocal, reveling in the pleasure like a dragon’s bitch ought to. And of course feeling Cathtan around his cock was fantastic, so tight and so warm, squeezing him and twisting around him, stimulating him so wonderfully…now that he knew what he was missing, he was going to make sure he got plenty of it, there was no going back to the chasteness of before, and he was pretty sure Cathtan wouldn’t even think of it.

Slowly they got into a rhythm, Rigour starting to pump in and out steadily, if slowly, allowing Cathtan to revel in the sensations, not even close to going all in yet. The human was jerking in his bonds, trying to push back but unable to do more than just a tiny little shimmy the way he was bound and pinned. It was all Rigour, really, all he could do was writhe and squeeze, helpless to the dragon’s whims…and that was perhaps the best part, the bindings had been entirely superfluous as far as actually getting bred, but Cathtan had just FELT that this was how he wanted it, to render himself completely and utterly at the mercy of his dragon, and he was being rewarded for that indulgence in spades. Rigour was going to hear all about this fetish of his when they were done…and there was no doubt the dragon would know of quite a few ways to indulge in it.

Rigour was building slowly, teasing more and more volume out of Cathtan as he did - a little faster, a little deeper, a little harder, still holding himself back but preparing for more. He was only waiting to make sure Cathtan was truly ready for it, settled into the pleasure as he was getting it before he escalated…it was when he felt Rigour start to calm down and get used to the rutting that he turned it up a notch. Suddenly he pulled back further, and then drove in MUCH deeper, burying almost all his cock in Cathtan’s snatch, deflowering him to the deepest depths. He held himself still, growling gutturally as the pleasure of having his entire shaft swallowed up rumbled through him…and that was good for Cathtan, who screamed out in orgasm, the sound of his rapture ringing through the woods as he gushed all over that draconic staff, filling him multiply more thoroughly than before. And that was still short of what he could take…there was still a knot that needed to fit inside him. He shuddered and shook in raw bliss, the rack shaking under him just the slightest bit as his bonds held fast, taking all his jerking and writhing for him.

It wasn’t until Cathtan once again settled down that Rigour started to take charge again, purring into the human’s ear as he started to buck, slowly building up with each deliberate word. “Rrrr, feeling your pure bliss is better than I ever imagined…I’m never going to stop bringing you to that pinnacle of pleasure, Cath. I hope you’re ready for what you’ve unleashed, because rare will be the nights where you sleep before I’ve stuffed you full and knotted you tight, where you’ve not been made to scream my name to the gods twice or thrice. And just so you never forget what you’re dealing with…I’m going to make sure your first time will BURN into your mind what it means to be bred by a dragon!” By the end of it, Rigour was bucking in with draconic fervor, making the rig creak and moan under them as he drove in fiercely and pulled out forcefully, a sloppy slurping coming through as his precum melded with Cath’s juices to slicken and soak their coupling. Loud plaps could be heard when his knot smacked against the human’s lower lips, splattering fluids everywhere.

Cathtan was crying out freely, if somewhat breathlessly - the weight of the dragon over him combined with the amount of voicing of bliss he’d already done were combining to make it hard to draw in air. But that intensity was just another factor making him love all this, everything about it was excessive for a human’s experience and it was exactly what he needed. Rigour’s staff was too big, pounding too deep, plunging in too hard, pumping him with too much fluid, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. He could feel that knot knocking against him and desperately wanted it, wanted to feel every inch of Rigour and have the dragon fill him and breed him…why had he ever waited so long to do something like this? He cursed his longtime denial, there was no escaping this truth, Rigour was what he wanted and he would never doubt it again. He squeezed down on the dragon, using his body to beg for what he couldn’t get words out for, encouraging him to finish it as his body buzzed with pleasure, winding up for another monumental climax.

Of course, Rigour had all the control to take things at his own pace…but he was getting to the point of release as well, his cock starting to throb more and more as the bliss wound him up. He snarled louder as he gripped tighter and pushed harder, hammering his cock into Cathtan and trying to force his knot inside, that sensitive bulge feeling that squeeze would surely be all he needed to reach his peak quickly. He could hear Cathtan’s moans and mewls and pleading cries…his heart was pounding so hard surely Cathtan could feel it and hear it, the primal drive to breed his human was pushing him to the limit, he had to get to the finish and pump his virile load into that fertile cunt, to claim those eggs as his own!

One last thrust, Cathtan’s eyes shot open wide as that knot distorted his lips beyond reason, and then popped in nice and deep, locking the dragon deep inside his body and making him feel another new magnitude of fullness. And his stay at that level was a brief one, as Rigour roared out with ferocity, and Cathtan felt that first huge glut of seed burst out of the dragon’s cocktip, gushing deep inside his distended passages and forcing them to swell and expand for that fluid. And then, before he knew it, there was a second, and a third, and…and then Cathtan was finally climaxing once again as well, rocking and thrashing as much as his bound and trapped body was able to, as he swelled and stretched to take in more of that vigorous, voluminous dragon essence, packing deep into him, flooding over every part of him, hunting down and assailing those eggs…there was no way he wouldn’t get knocked up, not with as much as was filling him, there was nowhere for that seed to go BUT his waiting womb, pushing the walls out to crowd around and have their change at fertilizing him, and he could feel nothing but the most sensational delight over the feelings, the thoughts, the sensations…in that moment, his life, as he knew it, was truly complete.

So it also was for Rigour, who had never had an orgasm so viscerally satisfying in his entire life. To be able to unleash it inside the person he cared about most, to bring him such immense pleasure, and to have it be so productive, to be an allowed and desired breeding…there was nothing about this that he couldn’t like, and everything coming together so beautifully was giving him the high of his life. His balls were churning out so much of his essence, making Cathtan get packed so tightly and so full that it seemed like there was no further he could stretch to allow it in, yet somehow he made do, his body not relinquishing a drop of that spunk thanks to the tight fit of that knot blocking off any exodus. It seemed, for a brief moment, like this might be the rest of their lives, locked in united rapture with each other…

But, as with all good things, it had to finish at some point, and after a long and extraordinarily productive climax, the rush was fading from Cathtan and Rigour. That immense deluge of seed was tapering off, the waves of pleasure were receding into the abyss of tranquility, tense muscles were relaxing into limber looseness. Both of them were breathing deep, their hearts pounding hard, though slowly slowing and easing up as the adrenaline faded from them. No words were shared between them, their breaths the only break from the gentle ambiance of the forest around them…but they needed none, there was a deeper connection between them, one that had ingrained itself dramatically further as a result of their coupling, telling each of them all they needed to know. There was scarcely a doubt between them, no way that Rigour hadn’t bred Cathtan successfully…the proof of it would be some time in coming, but they didn’t need it to know that they had started on their new path.

Finally, Rigour let go of one of the handles on the rig and started pawing around the side for the small panel he’d seen before. It was almost by accident that he hit it, but it had the intended effect - the hatches which had closed up on Cathtan’s limbs were opened, allowing the human freedom from the rig. He was too weary to do much with it, but Rigour was more than able to take care of that - he worked Cathtan’s arms and legs out of those recesses and holes, being careful not to strain him too much as his knot was still firmly locked inside the human’s pussy. Cathtan hung rather limply as Rigour held him against his body, somewhat haphazardly stumbling off the rig and using it to give him a little height as he moved the two of them to a grassy patch in the sun. Cathtan was jarred just a bit as Rigour flumphed them down on the ground, but settled into Rigour’s body as one of the dragon’s forepaws ran over his swollen midsection. “Mmhh…you…were…really intent on…breeding me…huh?”

“Mrrr, of course…” Rigour licked the top of Cathtan’s head and down to his face, cleaning some of the sweat off of him. “I wouldn’t fail to do my proper draconic duty of fulfilling my rider’s desires, would I?”

“Hah…I don’t think…those were all…MY desires alone…”

“Certainly not. All the more reason to make sure they’re taken care of.” That rubbing paw pressed a bit against the thickness in Cathtan, making him moan. “You’ll definitely be gravid before the day is out. How many will you need to make?”

“Mph…the deal was…six dragon eggs. The, ah, mage I went to…he said that humans…can really only handle one at a time…dragon eggs are somewhat large and, ah, take a…lot of…resources.”

“Hm, true. And you’ll likely not be fertile after laying for a little while…plenty of time to enjoy ourselves in between taking care of our debt.”

“Mm, yeah…” Cathtan wearily reached up to strake Rigour’s face. “And I’m sure we’ll be enjoying ourselves a LOT…you did make a rather emphatic promise, after all…”

“And I intend to hold to it.” Laying there in the sun, holding his human rider and now breeding partner, Rigour couldn’t imagine things getting any better than they were…and he was going to make sure Cathtan felt the same way, no matter what. Who knew that problem solving could be so enjoyable? It was too bad not all problems could be solved this way…but any one that could, Rigour would be more than happy to put his cock to work, and bring his human to the height of rapture as he did.